Hey everyone! I'm not dead! Yet...Course when people see I've written a NEW fic instead of updating my OLD ones, I might be killed...I'm sorry! My computer crashed and unfortunately, I didn't have anything on back up. I can continue the fics from where I've left off posting here, but I had quite a bit typed out and right now, I'm kinda VERY POed that they got deleted. I swear I'll update as soon as I get a chance, though...As another pathetic excuse, I'm a senior in high school now and I've got a huge work load...?

Yeah, enough of my ramblings...You didn't come here to read about them...

So, I've been introduced to a new, adorable couple: Kutner/Thirteen! I don't know why exactly, but they are just so cute together! He's so adorable and funny and goofy and he'd know exactly how to make her happy. Hehe! This was actually written for the KutnerHadley Livejournal community I recently found. They have a huge table for drabbles and (30) was "I love you, I love you not" and this just popped into my brain. I haven't written in a good while, so it's a little rusty...Sorry about that. But I hope you like it!

And remember, reviews make the world go 'round!

UPDATE!!

So, I'm a member of the Kutner_Hadley LJ community and I' ve decided to do a 50 Prompt Challenge for them. Instead of having 50 new fics, I'm going to post them in one big story. This one's the first one I did so they're not in numerical order. I'm just going to post them as I go.

Kutner sat staring boredly at the flower he was holding. He honestly wasn't sure what kind of flower it was, just that he had picked it on his way to work. Why he picked it, he hadn't a clue. He didn't know much of anything lately. Not since he started really noticing her anyways. Things had been confusing since then.

He wondered how she felt about him. Did she like him in any way, shape, or form? Did she even notice him, aside from when she had to speak to him due to work? Did she have a boyfriend yet? Or a girlfriend for that matter? He had no clue about her personal life. But he really wanted to know.

Only problem…He had discovered he was a nervous wreck talking to her. Except work. He could diagnose people with her around, and talk to her about the patient. But he could not for the life of him ask her out. So he left his love life up to the little flower in his hand.

"She loves me." He plucked one petal off the flower. "She loves me not." Pluck. "She loves me. She loves me not. She loves…What am I doing? This is so stupid…" He glared at the half-plucked flower. After a few minutes, he sighed and continued.

"She loves me not. She lo-"

He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a small 'ahehm' behind him.

"Ehh…Thirteen? Hey!" He tried his best to shove the flower anywhere she wouldn't be able to see it.

"Morning. May I ask what you were doing?" She smiled at him in this way that suggested she already knew.

"I, uh, flower?" He turned a shade darker, which was unusual for him. He was Kutner, the goofball. He never blushed! But she did this to him. She made him nervous, shy, so unlike himself. And he loved her even more because of that.

She let out a small laugh. "It looks about dead."

"Well, technically, it was dead when I picked it, but yeah, I get what you mean."

"Yeah. So who's it for?"

"Uhh." He smiled nervously.

"Little guy crush on House?" She joked. She knew exactly who the flower was meant for, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him.

"Heh, yeah. Of course. Just couldn't resist her." He mock rolled his eyes, then smiled sheepishly, hoping she caught the obvious pronoun mixup.

"Yes, I know you can't." Her smile deepened as she walked over to him and kissed his forehead. As all moments must come to an end, so did theirs. Just then, both pagers went off, causing them both to jump.

"Uh, patient. Yeah."

They both nervously headed to the room their pagers indicated them towards, Kutner determined to continue their 'conversation' at a later time.

Yeah, so it kinda sucks...In my opinion anyways...It's up to you guys to tell me different! puppy eyes Yep, that's me. Beggin for reviews...But they make me so happeh!

Anyways, I recently realized, I can have a lot of ideas for ficcies, but it's quite difficult for me to get them typed out the way I want em. This didn't even come out the way I had planned, but it turned out okay, I guess. I like the idea of Kutner doing the whole "She loves me. She loves me not." thing. It played out in my head as I typed it. So cute! Heh heh!