A\N: Hi! This story is based off of my trip to Mexico (told in House's point of view). Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D., or any of the characters there in. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment purposes only.

House and Wilson's totally awesome trip to Mexico!

(HAWTAT2M)

Chapter 1: "Christmas presents"

"It was last Christmas Eve. We were having our annual Christmas party, and as always, Wilson was getting a little too into the holiday spirit…. Considering the fact that he's Jewish and all. He had completely destroyed my office with stuff… Christmas decorations, balloons, and mistletoe… I mean for God's sake, how am I supposed to work in a room with Cameron and mistletoe?

Wilson was wearing those infamous reindeer ears, which make him look like a retard, and a Santa outfit. Hm… a Santa outfit, eh? Do Santa and reindeers even go together? I mean, would Santa ever wear reindeer horns? Whatever. I'm not about to begin to understand the stupid things that Wilson does.

Over by the corner, Cuddy was talking to some random ER doctors; Cameron and Chase were there too… kissing?! What?! Oh, I see. They were under mistletoe. Nevertheless, Chase was kissing her… that bastard. He's so fired.

Foreman… hm…where the hell was he? I looked around the room. No Foreman in sight. I guess he got a little too drunk and went off somewhere. Oh, well. Who cares? He was no fun anyways.

Well, my office is ruined. I wonder who will pick up all this trash later. It certainly will not be me. I'll make Chase pick it all up; No one else can help… no matter what Cuddy says. No one can kiss Cameron… except for me… and get away with it.

Wilson was standing over by the food table with me. I told him that he looked horrible, and he just shrugged it off. What a Wilson thing to do - no witty comeback. Then, we started talking about… politics? Wait… why the hell were we talking about that? That's so boring! No one just randomly talks about that. There had to be a reason as to why we were on that subject… Oh yeah. We were talking about what a horrible president we had. We both hate him very much. I think the whole world does, actually.

After we talked, I grabbed a couple of those little hot dog thingies and ate them. They were cold. Gross. Then, we sat down in two random chairs.

Cuddy was nearing us, wearing a low-cut top, of course, and she handed me an envelope. 'Merry Christmas,' she said. I took it but just stared at it. What the hell was it?

'Open it!' she urged. So, I opened it. I pulled out two pieces of paper. What? They were two first-class tickets to Cancun, Mexico, for March. I looked back up at Cuddy.

She smiled. 'For you and Wilson,' she said. 'I'm going to let you guys have a week in March off,'

Cuddy was being too nice. 'Why?' I asked.

She shrugged. 'You need a vacation,' she said and walked away.

I stared at the tickets. No way… no way. Was this a dream? Is it real? Cuddy is actually letting us have a week off in March? In spring? For a spring break? I don't believe it. I pinched myself. Ow! Ok, it's real. I gave one of the tickets to Wilson. He stared at in disbelief.

'No way,' he said. 'But why?'

Don't know, don't care. I get a week off from here, to go enjoy myself in some beach resort, and no one can stop me. We should find some kick-ass, five-star resort. Maybe I should go look right away. Well… after the party. I still have presents to receive. Cameron, Chase, Foreman, and Wilson still need to give me something. Well, maybe not Foreman; I don't even know where he is. Whatever. He hates me so he probably just got me a fruitcake. What an ass.

I stood up and walked with Wilson over to Cameron and Chase. The two smiled and handed me presents. Of course, I took them, and ripped them open right away. They both got me new PSP games? Sweet! Wait, how did they know these were the two I wanted the most? Maybe they're spying on me! Whatever, I could care less. As long as I have my games I'm happy.

Wilson didn't give me anything. What the hell? He always gives me the best presents. Maybe he's mad at me for getting him the worst presents all these years. But then again, where else would he get those ugly ties? I mean, he'll wear anything if it's a present… no matter how horrifyingly ugly it is. What a loser.

Wait, never mind. He did give me a present. I got a… decorative pillow? What? 'Wilson! A pillow? Seriously?' I screamed at him, holding my pillow.

He nodded. 'It will look great on your couch.' He said.

Oh… It. Is. ON! I should go to Dillard's or something and find the absolute worst tie I can. Maybe I can get a pink and yellow striped tie specially made.

I frowned and tossed it aside into my office. 'I think I deserve a better present.' I said.

Wilson looked so upset. But, hey, he's the one who thought a decorative pillow would be a good Christmas present. Oh well. I still have a first-class ticket to Cancun! And in March, I will be in paradise for a whole week! No Cuddy, no clinic duty, no having to watch Cameron and Chase make-out right in front of me... Or have secret sex in the janitor's closet. Gross! Wrong mental image right there!

'Want to go look for hotels in Cancun?' I asked. He still looked sad about me not liking the pillow, but I think he'll get over it soon.

'After the party,' He said and then walked over to Cuddy and thanked her for the tickets. I sighed and walked over to him. He was chatting about how happy he was to finally go on a vacation… he's such a work-a-holic. But, then again, we are kind of forced to be here against our will, day after day. I guess we can't help it. Maybe I'm a work-aholic, too. Crap. That's such a horrible thing to be.

Ok…This party really sucks. There's no crazy people getting drunk or having an eating contest of any sort. How boring. Plus, the food is cold. That makes it even worse. Who even bought the food anyways? They suck at picking out good food. I mean, where's the chocolate cake… or the alcohol… or anything that isn't disgusting for that matter? And why is it being held in my office, anyway? Who said, 'Let's have our annual Christmas party in House's office'? Because who ever they are, I'll be sure to kick their ass later.

I walked over to Cameron and Chase. They were just harmlessly talking…. No more making out, I guess. Cameron invited me to sit down, so I did. I looked at Chase. Maybe he knows I saw him kissing her. He's going down.

It was well past nine when people started leaving. Thank God they were finally going away! I mean, Wilson and I still haven't planned our vacation! Right before Chase and Cameron were leaving, I told Chase to stay put. He did what he was told and sat down in a chair. Everyone left except for me, Chase, and Wilson. 'Clean this up,' I ordered Chase.

Of course, Chase was shocked. 'Why me?' he asked, defensively.

I scoffed. 'Figure it out,' I said and went with Wilson into my office. I logged onto my computer and googled, "Resorts in Cancun," Tons of websites came up and we searched through most of them. Then, we came across one five-star hotel, which looked really nice. Wilson will call them after Christmas and ask how much it will cost us (actually Wilson) per night.

The next day was Christmas. Wilson came over to my apartment and we… hung out. We didn't really celebrate or like decorate a tree or whatever, because he's Jewish and I don't believe in God. We sat on my couch watching football. I don't even know who was against whom. In fact, I didn't really care. I was wrapped up in a green blanket and I looked out the window, watching the snow fall. Wilson wasn't even watching the TV… he was asleep. I turned off the TV and went into my room to go to bed.

Wilson spent the night and then in the morning he made pancakes. Good. I love his pancakes. Actually, I love all the food he makes. What's with Wilson and making really good food? Maybe he should have been a chef instead of an oncologist. Maybe I should have picked a different profession, too. Oh well. There's no turning back now. You get what you get, and you don't have a fit. Wait. No. Scratch that. I can have a fit if I want to.

After we ate, Wilson called his travel agents and they hooked us up with the fancy hotel. We were going to leave March seventeenth. Oh wait. Oh crap. This is going to be bad. I forgot all about the drunken college kids that always go to Cancun for spring break! It's like a tradition… Hell, I went when I was a senior in college! Oh shit… This can't be good.

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