Author's Note: Hello everyone. So my Glee stories were deleted due to the fact that I had lost all my ideas for them after this summer ended. I have not been intrigued to write them for quite some time now and I really hate having them sit there with nothing to do. Now, you're probably wondering why I'm typing up this story for the popular TV show, House. On a long road trip, I decided to look up some James Wilson stories. If you've ever been to that neck of the woods, it's mostly slash. I'm sure some of you are into "slash" fiction, but that's really not my sort of thing. So I decided to write something with Wilson as my main character (he is rather adorable and gosh darn it, he's my favorite character!) and an original character that I have decided to create. Now, I'm not really sure if ALLOWS original characters as main characters, but I've searched it, and haven't found anything completely saying it was against any rules. If any of you know if this is against the rules, just tell me. I'll be sure to keep writing as often as I can. Thank you so much and enjoy the reading!
Also, I do not own anything. Except for my main character which you will soon meet.
Why would a man with a limp need to go to the nearest grocery store at eleven o' clock at night? Why on Earth would anyone want to go to the store this late? House always was ridiculous and after being his friend for this long, you would probably think I would know better. Of course I wouldn't. I should have told House no. I should have said, "I'm sorry that I'm not with your schedule today, but I need sleep.". I should have shut my door as soon as I opened it up and saw it was him with his sour grin he always gives whenever he wants to do something crazy.
Crazy. House was crazy. Why he always wanted to bother me, I would never know. He always thought that I would just forgive him for everything he does. If he stole a car and drove it all the way to Malibu without making sure the gas was full, I would be the one to drive all the way there to pick him up and take him home while listening to his snide comments about my hair, my personal life and my car. Yes, being friends with House was stressful, but it was also exciting (and exhausting) seeing what his next move would be. This next move just involved me at the grocery store at eleven.
After being in the car for over twenty minutes, I hear a small tap on the passenger side window. Of course, there stood House with a small, plastic grocery bag. I look at him in disbelief as I unlock the door.
"One bag? You were in that store for that long and you only have one bag?" I ask, trying very hard not to get mad.
"Yes, Wilson. I only acquired one bag while I was in the store. Would you like me to get you a second bag that is completely empty?" House said, full of sarcasm.
"No, House. I would not like you to get me another bag. I would like, no wait. I would love to get back to my house and get some sleep." I said with a groan as I laid my head on the steering wheel.
"We're not going to do that. We're going to Mercury's." He said with a matter-of-fact nod to me.
"What? Why would we go there, House? It's eleven, we have work tomorrow…it's not a good idea."
"No wonder your wives leave you. You're no fun. Live a little, Wilson! You need to get a drink in you so you can loosen up." House lectured.
"House, we're going home."
"No, Wilson. We're not going home. We're not going home until I have hookers on each side of me, begging me to take them home."
I began to sigh. This argument was pointless. If I give House his way, we'll be closer to getting home and I'll be closer to my bed.
"Fine. Let's go."
The ride to Mercury's was quiet and peaceful. I pulled into the busy parking lot, and walked into the bar with House at my side. We showed the body guard outside our ID's and entered the neon blue palace.
The colors of the bar were neon blue and black. You could hardly see a thing, and it reeked of urine, alcohol and tobacco. The place was clean enough, but the smell was excruciating and strong. House and I sat at a booth in the center of the bar and ordered drinks.
House got up from our table and went to the bar to order some drinks. He brought backa glass of bourbon and a glass of beer for me.
"Thanks. Are you going to get those hookers?" I said, half-jokingly.
"Of course I am. See you in about an hour." He said as he got out of his seat and far away from me.
I sighed and looked at my drink. I couldn't help but ask myself why I was even there. Here I am, thirty-eight years old, sitting at a bar and waiting for my best friend to get lucky while I'm basically chaperoning. If I hadn't accused Sam of cheating, this night wouldn't have even happened. I would be sitting by her with my arm wrapped around her watching movies and eating popcorn at my apartment. I wouldn't watch House chase hookers around even when he's married.
"Hi. Can I sit here?" A soft voice said beside me. I looked up from my drink and saw a pretty girl standing next to me. She had shoulder length brown hair in soft curls, pale skin and large green eyes. Her lips were a slight red with a warm smile spreading on them.
"Of course you can." I say with a little too much enthusiasm. She sits down across from me and smiles. I stare at her with curiosity. She couldn't be older than thirty, so why is she sitting across from me?
"I'm Julia. What's your name?" She says her eyes staring straight into mine.
"I'm James. Nice to meet you." I say as I extend my hand to hers. She shakes it softly.
"It's very nice to meet you too. How are you on this lovely night?" She asks.
"Depends. Would you like the honest answer or the normal one?" I ask with a smile.
"Hmm…I'd like the honest one please. I find honesty much more interesting than the expected answer." She says with a smile back at me.
"Well honestly, I'm really tired."
"Why are you at a bar if you're so tired?" She asks with curiosity, tilting her head to one side.
"My friend is making the rounds on several women tonight. I'm assigned as designated driver." I sigh as I drink the last part of my drink.
"Oh, that really sucks. Why did you agree with being his designated driver?" She asks.
"It's a long story. Let me ask you some questions." I say.
"Okay."
"Why'd you come sit with me?"
"I want to be a writer. I come to bars and restaurants and sit by people who are alone and join in a conversation with them to learn their personalities so I can better characterize my characters in my books."
"So am I just another character in your book?" I say a little harshly.
"I don't usually sit with people I think are cute. So no, I think you're good. Either way, I'd still love to hear about you."
"Well I think you could learn a lot more about me if I took you home with me." I say with a smile. She smiles back at me.
"I'd like that, but what about your friend?" She asks.
"I think he'll be okay." I say as I send House a quick text message to get a cab.
Julia and I leave the bar and get into my car. We talk endlessly in the car and get to my apartment. Before I could take out my keys out of the ignition, Julia presses her lips against mine. At first it was soft, but then it grew more intense until we began to kiss more and more until we ran out of breath.
"So, I think we should go inside your apartment now. I don't want to be separated by you with this gear shift in the way." Julia says suggestively. It takes every ounce in my being to not get her to sleep with me right then and there. We quickly get into my apartment and begin kissing again. Once things get really heated, Julia whispers something.
"Stop." She says against my lips. I immediately stop. I search her eyes to know if she's okay. She gives me a weak smile.
"You're really great at this." She says as she strokes my cheek with her finger.
"You are too."
"I don't want to sleep with you. I want to just kiss you. I'm sorry if you were looking for something more." She says, looking at the floor.
I kiss her head and she looks up at me.
"How about I pop in a movie and we can just be together tonight?" I suggest. She nods her head gives me a peck on the lips. I let go of her and walk into the kitchen and grab a bag of popcorn.
"Movies are in that cabinet by the TV." I say pointing across the room. She nods and searches for something she likes.
She picks out the movie Love Actually. It was Sam's, but she either forgot to get it with the rest of her stuff, or decided to leave it here. Either way, Julia and I hardly watched the movie or ate the popcorn due to the fact that she was laying on top of me kissing me for the whole night.
All I can say is, thank you House.
Hi everyone! So I hope you liked Julia. She's not going to be a Mary Sue. You'll see her faults in the next chapter. If the story is a little sloppy, just let me know! I love honesty! Please review!