An: Sorry this took so long, stuff has been kinda a bitch. There will be new characters, quite a few old characters, and this will not be storybook. This will be much like the last one with the mix of genres. I appologize if the Spanish is bad, I did the best Google and one of my best friends could do. I'm still trying to figure out how I can get all the important stuff in here while keeping it T, so don't get your hopes up or down. Also, I do not own [H]ouse, or any of the fabulous songs that are in here. Enjoy.
Lisa took a breath as she got out of her car. She was so nervous. This was quite possibly the biggest moment of her life. "Ready Lise?" Her dad asked, breaking her concentration on a random point.
She nodded, "Yeah." She ducked back into the car and grabbed a box, putting one of her hands on the seat to steady herself, she pushed herself out of the car, and faced one of the biggest challenges of her life. College.
"Where's your dorm?" Her dad asked.
"Um..." she pat her back pockets, looking for her paper. She smiled and took it from her mom when she handed it to her. Lisa started reading it over, looking for her dorm, "I'm in Fletcher Hall, so..." she looked around, "not a clue. Excuse me!" She stopped two girls walking passed.
The blonde stopped, her friend walking a few more steps. "Oh my God!" The familiar face lit up.
"Lucy!" Lisa exclaimed. Her friend pulled her into a tight hug, almost making Lisa drop her box.
She pulled back, "What are you doing here?"
She chuckled, "I go to school here." She adjusted her box, pulling it up higher.
"Are you living on campass?" She asked enthusiastically,
"Yeah."
"Where are you living?"
"Mosher-Jordan. You?"
Lucy groaned, "Northwood."
Lisa laughed, "Well, do you still know where it is?"
"Yeah." She looked at her friend, "I'll catch up with you later." The other nodded and started walking again. Lucy took Lisa's box from her. "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Cuddy," she smiled.
"This is Lucy," Lisa reintroduced. "She was one of my friends I met at camp."
"Oh yes," her mother nodded, "I remember you."
"Well, I can show you guys where Lisa will be residing if you'll come with me." She and Lisa walked ahead together after the younger girl had grabbed another box.
"So, are Michelle and Sharon here too?"
"No, Sharon followed Micheal to Illinois, Michelle's in West Virgnia being political, Jim's in Ohio. They split, but we're all still good."
"What about you and Steven?"
"Oh," she chuckled, "that lasted about a month." Lucy led her into her building. "Fun while it lasted, but, ya know. OK, this is where you lead me."
She chuckled and looked for her room, "Um...this way." They started walking again. "So how's it been here?"
"Good. I think you'll like it, and I know who throws the best parties, which guys won't roofie your drink. I'm totally kidding by the way," she assured. "Just incase you were worried. But I do know who the nice guys are. Well, I know a lot." She laughed, "I date around. Am I talking too much?" She asked, stopping at the door Lisa did.
She smiled and opened the door, "No, go on."
"OK," she nodded, "I'm just so excited to see you. We haven't talked in like, three months?"
"Something like that," she walked into the room and saw a pretty, medium height girl with auburn hair. "Hi," Lisa greeted.
"Hey, you must be Lisa."
"Yeah, and, this is my friend Lucy."
"Hey," the blonde nodded.
"Hi, I'm Shelly." She looked at Lisa, "I took this one." She gestured toward the bed against the wall, by the desk near the door.
"OK, this is heavy," Lucy walked across the room, setting her box down on the bed in the corner, a few feet to the right of the bed was a beautiful wooden desk.
"I figured that one was yours," Shelly said.
"Wow, that's a nicer desk than I got, my freshman year." Lucy looked at Lisa, "How the hell did you even get this in here?"
Lisa stared at it, "I didn't."
"Well," she turned when she heard her dad's voice from the doorway, "you have to bring it in in pieces, then assemble it here."
"You got this for me," she said, smiling slightly.
"Of course, if I'm going to keep you in this room, I have to give you something as pretty as boys to stare at." He smiled and set some of her stuff down on the desk top.
"I don't know if it's that pretty," she smirked.
"We have some really good looking guys on campass," Lucy nodded.
"No, come on, help me out." Her dad pleaded. "Tell her there are no guys worth dating here."
"There were plenty at home," her mom said quietly, but loud enough for Lisa to hear as she looked around the dorm.
"Thank you Mom." She said in a slightly sarcastic tone. "I know you disapprove of me breaking up with him, but it wasn't going to work-"
"How could you know?"
"We'd only been dating like 2 and a half months."
"He's at home."
"That's kinda my point Ma."
"I don't know how you could know it wasn't going to work. You'd been dating a couple months, he was staying home. With Greg it was the opposite, dating almost a year, moving to Maryland."
That one stung Lucy a little bit, she bit her cheek when she saw Lisa's face. She was staring at her mother with that forced blank face you use when you're trying not to show how much of an emotion you have. "Hey," she nudged her friend with her elbow, drawing her attention, "I'm assuming you have more stuff. Let's go get it." She nodded and led the way out of the room. "So who was your man? Was he sexy?" She smiled.
Lisa laughed, "He was cute. His name is Aaron. All American athlete, sweet."
"You sound sad," she prodded as they walked out of the building. "Was he bad in bed?"
She chuckled, "No comment."
"Come on..." she nudged her arm, "you can tell me."
Lisa nudged her back, "I don't want to."
Lucy gave her a scrutinizing look, "Did you sleep with him?"
She looked at her with a slightly surprised look, "Yes."
"Then why don't you want to tell me?"
"Because, I don't like talking about it. I only told my best friends like, twice, about guys."
She sighed, "Fine." Lisa opened the backseat door and leaned into her dad's car. "Hey, are you going to be OK going here?"
She looked over her shoulder, "Yeah, of course. Any reason to be away from home," she smiled.
"Did you visit?" Lucy asked.
Lisa ducked her head to avoid hitting it, "Yeah, I just forgot where my dorm was. I was more focused on the academics of the place, just looked through the buildings. Though you are right, very cute boys," she smirked. Lucy laughed and grabbed some more stuff from the backseat.
Awhile later, after her parents left and most of her stuff was unpacked, Lisa was being shown around campass. "What's going on over there?" Lisa looked over at the sports field.
"Lacrosse game," she answered after glancing over.
"Lacrosse is in Spring," Lisa said.
"Yeah, we have some off season games." Lucy explained. "Some of the guys are really into it." They continued passed the field, Lisa looking over her shoulder a few seconds. "OK," Lucy led her into a building and looked at Lisa, "I have to go help a friend re-unpack, but, I will leave you in the best of hands." Lisa looked around the room, it looked like a restaurant, maybe a bar. There was a bar, and small wooden tables with 2-4 chairs set up to face a small stage. It was for the most part empty, except for a small group of people, guys and girls, a couple years older than Lisa sitting on the stage, and a guy standing in front of it, talking to someone. "Mitchell," Lucy said, getting the standing guy's attention.
"Hey," he put his arms out and walked forward to give her a hug. When he let go he looked at her and said, "I haven't seen you all summer."
"Well I went home, not all of us can live in the state we go to school."
"So you ran out of boys to ogle?" He asked with a straight face.
She smiled, "No..." He chuckled. "Anyway, I have to go help Carrie unpack, and I was wondering if you could play tour guide." She took a step to the side and put her hand out to Lisa, "This is my friend Lisa."
"Sure," he nodded. "I have this one thing I have to do, but it's not going to take long."
"Cool." She nodded, then looked at Lisa, "I'll see you in roughly an hour, 45 minutes?"
"OK," Lisa agreed.
Lucy put her hand on Lisa's shoulder on her way out, "He's one of the really good guys." She smiled and nodded.
"Hi, I'm Mitchell," he introduced. He was about average height, dark brown, almost black hair, dark brown eyes, not bad looking. He wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but he was cute, and he did have a nice smile.
"Lisa," she gestured to herself.
"OK, well I have to clear something up with Tim, the owner/bartender. It should only take a couple of minutes. Here, let me introduce you to everyone." He turned around, "When I call your name, sound off," he instructed before doing so, and pointing. "Carly!"
"Yo!" The brunette on the ground he'd been talking to raised her hand.
"Breena!"
"Yo!" Another brunette in the middle of the stage said. She looked down at Carly, "No hablan español, si usted no sabe cómo."
"¿Qué?"
She arched an eyebrow, "Exactamente."
"Mitch, tell her to stop making me feel stupid."
"Demasiado tarde," she mumbled and turned away. Lisa chuckled quietly
"Hey!" A guy sitting in a metal chair at the way back of the called. He sort of looked like Breena, "Ser amable!"
"She's your girlfriend, not mine."
"But she's your best friend." He countered.
"Giving her license to say mean things, and call her names," Lisa nodded.
Breena looked at her, then back at the guy, "She gets it."
"Paul," Mitch continued with the roll call.
"Hola hermosa," he smiled.
"Hey," Carly leaned backwards, "I know what that means."
"She is," he defended. "It's not like I asked her out. And remember, that's how I greet Breena."
"When you're not pissed," she sat back up. "Then it's 'puta'." She smiled, "At least I know what the insults are."
Mitch leaned back a little, and said quietly, "They get like that a lot."
"I'm used to it," Lisa nodded.
"Oh good." He straightened up, "Brandon."
A guy sitting against the wall gave her the dude nod. She couldn't really see his face, but she saw a lip ring, and green and purple highlights in his short dark hair.
"Serena." The blonde girl next to him smiled, then went back to talking to Brandon. "Now if you ladies will excuse me," Mitch smiled and started to walk across the room.
"Mitch," Breena stopped him. "It's going to be boring sitting in here." She looked at the freshman, "Do you want to go watch hot guys run around in shorts? Lacrosse game's outside."
"Sounds good to me," Lisa smiled.
"Damn it Breena," Paul said, "she's here 10 minutes and you're already poisoning her minds."
"Yes, I'm poisoning her minds by taking her scouting. Even though she's 18 years old, and have most likely lost her virginity. If you want chico, I can take your girlfriend with us to keep an eye on things."
"That would be even less helpful," he whined.
But it was too late. Carly stood up and jumped off the small stage, "Let's go support the lacrosse team!" His head fell, and the girls walked out of the building, smiles on their faces.
"So, Paul," Breena started, "is my brother. These two," she pointed to Carly, "just started dating. The two in the back are dating too, he's really quiet, but is fun at parties, and she spends most of her time with him."
"And here we are," Carly sighed contentedly as they reached the field. "It's a practice game," she said in the same dreamy voice, Lisa biting her lip subconsciously, "but that just gives us a chance to preview the uniforms for this year."
"We do this with all the sports teams," Breena said.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Lisa asked.
"Of course," she agreed.
"So this is how we do this," Carly started towards the bleachers, "so no one can question our motives for being here, we pick one part of the team to root for, usually based on how cute their ass is." Carly looked Lisa, who was still biting her lower lip, and who's eyes were glue to one of the guys' ass. Carly looked at Breena and nodded, "Lisa's got her eyes on 18."
"Is that still-"
"I believe it is," Carly nodded. Breena's lip pursed, and her eyebrows raised. Her friend nodded in agreement. "Alright, skins have it." One part of the team had navy blue t-shirts on over their jerseys, the other half just had jerseys.
"Hey," Mitch moved passed the girls and sat on the end next to Breena and put his arm around her shoulders. "Oh God, did you bring them here to ogle?"
"Yes," she answered peppily.
"Who are we 'rooting' for?" He put the words in quotes.
"Skins, 18," Carly answered.
"Ooo," his eyebrows drew together, "who's pick was that?"
"Mine," Lisa looked away from the game.
"Oh..." He looked back at the field.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just...He's cool to be around, but if you want to hook up with him, it's only going to be one night. His longest relationship in the time I've known him, about two years, has probably been..." he looked at Breena, "3, weeks?"
She shook her head, "No girl has lasted that long. 2 weeks."
"Well it doesn't mean I can't stare," Lisa smiled. But was thinking, I instictually go for that type of guy. Wow.
"Here here," Breena raised her fist.
"And you get pissed when I look at other girls," he rolled his eyes.
Despite the main goal of this outing being to check out hot guys, it actually was a really good game. The team was very talented, but in the end, Skins won. When 18 scored the last goal, Lisa's row, and most of the stand started applauding, and Lisa put her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly. She laughed when Lucy sat next to her, "I guess I like lacrosse players." Lisa bit her lip when he looked at her, she was smitten with someone she'd never even seen. Nice job Lisa, she told herself. One of his team mates hit him on the arm, and he turned around. She thought about how she had to ask who number 18 was, then remembered what was said about him, Nice job Lisa.
"So Carly and Breena got you out here ogling?" Lucy asked when everyone started leaving.
"We plan to make it a regular thing," she nodded.
"Oh good, then we'll see each other here if nowhere else," she smiled. "This is a regular outting for us."
"Sounds good."
"Even though this is a wonderful way to spend your time, you were not shown aorund at all, huh?"
She laughed, "Not so much."
"OK, we can do that now if you feel like it...Can you feel like it later?" She chuckled. "I'm tired, no one I help unpack, including myself, have few items, and I'm sleepy now."
Lisa laughed, "Sure. I'll get books and stuff later."
"OK, cause I need to rest up before we go out tonight. Wait," she looked at her young friend very seriously, "you're coming too, right?"
"I don't know, what are we doing?"
"Going out, I don't know. This is college, you party, get really drunk, then wake up in bed, butt naked, with a guy you barely remember."
"Is it OK if I skip the last part? I'm still jail bate for a couple of days."
"Really?" Lisa nodded. "Oh, then yes, it's acceptable to skip the butt naked part. You have no qualms about getting drunk right?"
"No, I've been drinking since I was like, 15. But the hangover drinking will be a new expirience."
"College is magical time of learning," Lucy sighed contentedly, causing Lisa to giggle. The blonde stood, and pointed to her friend, "I will see you later. Come to my dorm in a couple hours, we'll walk around, and I will show you boys for future reference."
"OK," Lisa nodded. "See you later." Lucy wiggled her fingers as she left. Lisa looked back at the field and just sat there for awhile. Then she started thinking about summer, and summer lacrosse, and decided it was time to go. When she got back to her dorm, she started to arrange her things to her liking. Her stuff had just been taken out of boxes, now it was time to make her space her own. It didn't take her very long. She really loved her desk, it was a nice desk to begin with, but it was from her dad. She had reverted more to her daddy's girl ways in the last couple of years. Making this an even better gift. She glanced at the clock, and realized that she'd been sitting on her bed longer than she realized, Lisa stood up and, with the help of some random people, found both Fletcher Hall, and Lucy's dorm. The door was open, she knocked on it and took a step into the room. Lucy wasn't there, but her roommate and another girl that looked like she could be her sister were sitting on a bed. "Hi," Lisa greeted in surprise.
Shelly's eyebrows drew together, "Hey. What are you doing here?"
"Um, I was told this is where one of my friends is staying." She looked at the other girl, "Lucy lives here, right?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm her roommate Christina. How do you know my baby sister?"
"Oh, we're roommates," she chuckled.
"Oh," she nodded. "Well, Lucy went to go do something," she smiled, "not quite sure what, but you can chill on her bed, or look through her stuff, you know, whatever."
Lisa smiled, "Thank you, but I think I'll just stick with option one." Lisa sat on the end of her friend's bed, Christina seemed a lot friendlier than her sister. Lisa looked around the room while the sisters talked, random thoughts going through her head. She heard someone say something about lacrosse and asked, "Sorry, but do you know which player is number 18?" She might have been advised against going out with him, but she still wanted to at least know his name.
"Um..." Christina thought. "I think that's Greg House. Why," she smiled, "you crushing on him. Though it's not a good idea," she said with a serious face. "What?" She asked when Lisa looked like she was going to be sick.
"I'm sorry," she took a deep breath, "did you say "Greg House"?"
"Yeah," she said with a confused tone.
"Oh my God," she put her face in her hands.
"What?" Shelly asked.
"I used to date him," Lisa said from her hands. "Like...a long time ago." She her hand fall, and they gripped the edge of the bed tightly.
"I thought he was from like, Connecticut?"
"Kentucky," she closed her eyes and nodded. "It ended so badly, I was hoping I'd never have to see him again."
"Hey Lisa," she heard Lucy's energetic voice from the doorway, she looked up, "ready to go?"
"Why didn't you tell me House was here?"
Lucy's eyes widened, and her hand clapped over her open mouth. "Oh my God," came her muffled reply, "I thought you knew." Lisa shook her head. Lucy's hands went to her sides, "Cause you said you visited, and I was sure you would have heard."
She looked at her with a very upset look, "No."
An: Cough, next one's House, cough.