I JUST HAD TO GET MY ANGER OUT BECAUSE, WELL, I'M MAD. THE PERSON THAT'S MAKING ME ANGRY PUT THIS IN MY HEAD

DON'T OWN IT.

They had been dating a while. Still, there were things that Eric Foreman didn't know about Remy Hadley. On the contrary, he knew more things about her than most people. Every week, he made it his mission to learn one new thing about his girlfriend that was more than just a simple my favorite color is… This was there 5th week of dating, and the 5th new thing he was about to learn.

"Hey, Remy!" Foreman called as he ran into her in the hospital's lobby.

"Hi." She replied, obviously irritated.

"What's the matter?" Foreman asked.

"Nothing." Thirteen replied, her voice laced with fake cheeriness.

"You know you can't lie to me." Foreman said seductively, wrapping his arms around her.

"I know." Thirteen smiled.

"Let's get home so we can have fun." Foreman suggested, waggling his eyebrows.

"Good idea." Thirteen agreed.

The ride home was in comfortable silence. The radio, tuned into some random station, was barely audible at it's low volume.

"You know what day it is." Foreman said."Hopefully not Friday." Thirteen responded, knowing that Friday was the day that Foreman got to learn another one of her many secrets.

"Yes it is, my dear." Foreman said. They pulled into Thirteen's parking lot. They alternated whose apartment they went to each week, and it was Thirteen's turn.

"You got the key?" Thirteen asked.

"Yup." Foreman responded. After the two were settled on the couch, Thirteen asked:

"So, what are you going to pry out of me today?"

"I wouldn't say I exactly pry it out of you. You just refuse to cooperate." Foreman joked.

"Just get it over with." Thirteen said, popping a cracker into her mouth.

"As you wish. I've been thinking about this for a while, but I finally remembered that I wanted to ask you it this week. Why do you refuse to appear weak?" Foreman asked.

"You sure you want to waste your one question on something so stupid?" Thirteen deflected.

"It's not stupid. Now answer." Foreman said. He wasn't being controlling or anything, and Thirteen knew that. That's why she answered.

"My mom obviously knew that she was dying. She'd, um, not care about anything, especially complaining. She didn't care who she complained to, or whatever. She was, and I'm not judging, weak about it. It killed me seeing her like that. She yelled at me once, in front of my friends. I hated her for that. Anyway, she couldn't control how she felt, and that's why she yelled. I decided that I wanted kids, and I wanted to be a better mom, assuming I had the disease. Now, it's just a habit." Thirteen explained.

"I see. You know, you don't have to be so tough all the time. I know with House, though, it's better to be, I guess. But with me, you don't have to be." Foreman said.

"Stop trying to shrink me!" Thirteen laughed.

"Alright, alright. Until next week?" Foreman asked.

"Yeah. Crap! Dinner's burning!" Thirteen yelled, jumping off the couch. She ran over to the oven, forgetting to get oven mitts, and took out the chicken. Foreman could hear her curse under her breath.

"Need help?" Foreman asked, getting up to aid her.

"No. I'm good." She said, trying to blow the smoke away.

"You're hand ok?" Foreman asked, examining it. It was already starting to swell a little, and it was all red.

"Foreman, I'm fine. Could you open the wine?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure." Foreman replied, shaking his head at his girlfriend's antics.

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