A/N: Since both my college roommate and I found out that we're both obsessed with certain tv shows, I, in all my constant fangirling in the dorm room which I believe nobody understands but nobody dismisses either, have influenced her with Grey's Anatomy which she is now obsessed with too. And with all her constant crying over House MD, I figured it might be good cus she tends to cry-laugh when she's watching it. Anyway, she's graduating from college this year and (well, I'm just a freshman so I've still got a long way to go) she left me with this gem of a show. Thanks, M.J.E!

A/N: All grammar and spelling mistakes are solely on me, unfortunately. Feedback of any sort would be highly appreciated (NO, REALLY, REVIEWS WILL BE HIGHLY GLORIFIED). Constructive criticisms are appreciated too, as long as they're not rude.

DISCLAIMER: That's why it's called FANFICTION, because it, devastatingly, doesn't belong to me! Unless, of course, David Shore is the one reading this, then in that case, MOVIE SEQUEL ABOUT HOUSE AND CUDDY PLS THANK YOU

A middle-aged brunette woman stepped out of the car and opened the door of the back seat which revealed a lousy-looking boy dressed in obviously expensive clothing lying down asleep with a really dark pair of sunglasses over his eyes. "Gregory, darling, we're here." She said in an English accent that entirely matched her light pink outfit that just screams business and money. "Greg." She nudged him.

The boy scrunched his nose and winced at the disturbance. "5 more minutes!"

"Is this any way to behave, Gregory?"

"Mum…"

The woman stared her down for a long time until he finally gave up and sighed. "Fine. I'll go if you go."

"You know, I would ACTUALLY walk you upstairs. Now, get down—" The mother started lovingly but was immediately cut off by her husband.

"Gregory," The father's steely voice rang through the car and the boy sighed annoyingly and stepped out of the car. "I don't have all the time in the world."

"I meant I'll go if you go home now." He explained.

The chauffeur started carrying Greg's suitcases to his room immediately after they have arrived and was bringing out the backpack by the time he was stepping out of the car.

The woman stared firmly at her husband who turned back into his phone after seeing the meaning in her stare. "Greg, hun," she said, her eyes soft and calm as she spoke to her son who stood straight but uninterested, "this is the only boarding school close to home that would want to entertain you. Be good this time." She pleaded.

Gregory House has been passed on from boarding school to boarding school all over the country. Rottendale Academy, however, is technically the closest, being just 8 states away. With his parents owning an international network of insurance companies, they tend to travel a lot all over the world, having then to have to leave their only son Gregory in a boarding school since he was 7. But despite his mother going along with her Dad from places to places, she is ultimately in a good relationship with her son, having to call every other day to check up on him.

He nodded once and she kissed him on his cheek and on the top of his head. His mother stepped out of his way to let him pass and into the school where two formal-looking women were waiting for him with a wide practiced smile plastered on their face.

"Mr. House." She greeted him and extended her hand for a shake, "I am Dr. Meredith Adler, the headmistress."

House took a deep breath and smiled brightly. Might as well start now for whatever it's worth. "Good afternoon, madam." He said in a perfect French accent and instead of shaking her hand, he reached for it and very lightly pressed his lips against it, then slowly stood back upright.

Dr. Adler smiled, pleased. "This is your class schedule and the room key for 203 which you would share with Mr. James Wilson. Would you want for Dorothy to accompany you to your room?" She offered, gesturing to the brunette behind her.

"Thank you but I do not want to be a bother; you seem to have a lot to do with the classes beginning tomorrow. I could manage; try to mingle with the others. Thank you, Dr. Adler. Have a good day." He said, very politely.

The blonde headmaster tilted her head a bit to the side, "Alright, then. Good luck, Mr. House. If you have any problem, I believe you can also find my office immediately. Welcome to Rottendale Academy."

With that, she and her assistant left House to enter the building alone.

Lisa Cuddy was lying flatly on her back when a loud knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. More like kicking anyway. When she opened the door, it revealed her former roommate in 3-inch cream peep toe heels and a knee-length baby pink skirt with a white top and a matching baby pink cardigan trying to balance her hat and bag boxes that were piled up to her eye-level. "LISA!" She shrieked while striding inside the room and placing her things on her bed carefully and then rushing to her and hugging her tightly. "You should really have let me borrowed your leather skirt, would've gotten me laid faster during the break." She whispered excitedly.

"It was nice to see you too, Nora." Lisa smiled. Truthfully, it really felt good that she was seeing Nora again. Her perky roommate is also her bestfriend. They've been roomed together since freshman year and have been each other's confidant ever since; picking up each other's broken hearts and trash-talking whoever they're pissed off with, later then being each other's conscience and pointing out reasons why they should be this or try to cope with that, just to balance their minds.

"You…" A tall, well-built boy with his button downs untucked and a backpack slouched on his right shoulder paused at the door and leant on its frame. "…must be John Wilson."

The boy in glasses whose button downs have been perfectly tucked in under his jacket paused stacking his books along the little bookshelf above his desk to turn around and greeted the boy. "Actually it's JAMES Wilson." He smiled. Not looking for a fight. "Hi. You must be Gregory." He extended his hand and walked forward.

Greg looked down at his extended hand for a good minute and when the shorter man realized he wouldn't shake it, he laid it down and stepped back with an awkward smile. The other walked in and started inspecting the room. "Call me House."

"Well then, call me Wilson." He smiled and then turned back to stacking his books. After a long pregnant silence, he heard his new roommate flop down on his bed.

"If you don't mind me asking…" House trailed. Could at least put down my pretences now. Can't be that bad, can it?

Wilson turned around to look at him and flopped down on his bed too. "Anything." He smiled.

"Are you gay?" House blurted out.