Day One
I knew it was late, and that he was probably sleeping, but it had to be done. I tried to open the door for the hell of it, and surprisingly (or I guess not), it was unlocked. It was dark, but I managed to find his room. I decided not to turn the light on, and ran into something which was payback for my stupidity. His door was cracked open, and the moonlight shone upon his face. I could vaguely see his sleeping figure. It was the most peaceful I've ever seen him. I almost felt bad for waking him up. Almost. I knelt down slightly and shook his shoulder and he jumped about 5 feet in the air. He sat up, turned his light on, and stared me down.
"Wilson, what the fuck are you doing here at-" he looked at his clock, "12:30 at fucking night?"
"My ceiling is leaking and I need a place to stay. I figured since you live alone, I could stay here." He sighed disgustedly and laid back down.
"You are making it worse than it is. Why don't you go annoy Cuddy or Chase or something?" I was prepared to take any shit House threw at me, but I still couldn't help that urge to reach over and smack him. I couldn't tell him the reason was because I had feelings for him, so I had to think fast.
"They, unlike you, have lives, and I wouldn't want to interrupt them."
"What makes you think I don't have plans of any sort? I actually had plans to sleep tonight, but you fucked those up." We sat in silence for a while until he spoke.
"You're not leaving?"
"I told you, my ceiling is leaking and-" he was already out of the bed, mumbling about something and getting dressed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You keep bitching and already woke me up. I need to see this 'leaking' ceiling of yours." We were at my house in a few minutes. but it seemed longer with lack of conversation. When I opened my door, and I could see was water. Everywhere. It dripped from the ceiling. It puddled on the floor. It was ruining all of my furniture slowly. House was of course oblivious to all of this. He laughed a little and walked in.
"Wilson, you always worry too much." He looked up and saw the source of the leak. He raised his cane and tapped it a few times.
"See? It's only this right here." He kept tapping it and I wasn't sure it was such a great idea. As soon as I opened my mouth to tell him, my ceiling cracked even more and water poured down. It wasn't as if I MEANT to laugh at him, but since I was right, I thought it was entirely appropriate to do so.
"Do you think it is wise to laugh at the person who is letting you spend time at his place?" I did stop. Was he being serious? I looked at him until he jerked his head towards the door and made his way out. By the time we got back to his place, all I wanted was to sleep. I asked where I would be sleeping, and without stopping, he pointed to the couch and slammed his bedroom door shut. I didn't expect him to ask me into his room, so I don't know why I felt offended. I took my place on the couch and was out in 5 minutes.