My goodness! Visual might not want to keep saying things, cause he just keeps inspiring new stories! This is the third in my little Gameboy series... and I don't know how many more are to come. But I'm sure that you guys won't mind, right? Also, I disabled the Anonymous review feature, because I got tired of having to explain myself. I am a Hameron shipper to the bone! I totally love them, and while I respect other ships, such as Huddy, Hilson, and Chameron, I don't ship or read. Well, except Hilson. I actually kinda like them. They're cute! Well, enough of my rambling. Enjoy, my Hameron buddies!
For Visual and Chicklett, who have been just amazing to me! Thanks, guys!
Disclaimer: So not mine!
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The sky was overcast as House stood in his backyard, his shoulders slumped.
Reluctantly he went inside as it started to rain. Limping into the kitchen, he lifted the lid of the garbage can. In his hand was the mangled mass of his most prized possession, his beloved Gameboy.
With a heavy sigh, he dropped the broken plastic into the garbage, then slowly put the lid back into place as thunder clapped overhead.
From his bedroom, he heard Cameron call for him. He grabbed his cane and leaned heavily on it for a minute as he remembered all the wonderful times he had had with that wonderful piece of plastic...
When he looked up again, Cameron was standing in front of him, her arms crossed tightly over his chest. "What are you doing?"
"Saying goodbye to my best friend!"
Her brow furrowed, and she looked around. "Is Wilson here?"
"No, my Gameboy that you murdered!"
She sighed. "Greg, I told you I was sorry."
He hit the floor with his cane. "Murderer!"
Shaking her head, she turned around and left him alone in the kitchen with the coffin of his beloved Gameboy.
He looked up at the ceiling, then at the trash can again. "You owe me another Gameboy! No, a PSP!" He grinned smugly.
"Oh, no I don't. I know about that other Gameboy!"
Damn Wilson and his fat mouth.
"I'll settle for a Gamecube! An Xbox 360?" He limped out of the kitchen after her. "Allison?"
She didn't respond, and he cast another forlorn glance at the plastic coffin of his poor Gameboy.
He would never love again... until he got that Xbox 360...
The End?
A/N: There you go, guys! Thanks for reading! Cyber cookies for everyone!