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 2: "Airport fun"
It was only one day before the trip. Wilson was over at my house and we were talking about what to pack. He had been living at my house for the past weeks. I think he wanted to save money for the trip, and not spend it on the hotel he's been living at. When will he get an apartment? He can't keep living in a hotel for the rest of his life. I'm sure he's sick of having a tiny room for a house.
My so-called Christmas present was now turned into Wilson's official favorite pillow, and he placed it decoratively on the couch every morning when he woke up. It looked like a piece of garbage on the couch, and I told him that, but whatever. I wasn't about to take it off. Where would I put it, anyway?
I shoved a couple of t-shirts and shorts in my suitcase. I tried to close it, but it wouldn't close! Wilson came over to help and he told me I had to actually fold my clothes nicely so that they would fit. Whatever. I'm not going to waste my time folding my clothes nicely and putting them in! Hell, I'll just shove them in and try to find a way to make them fit. I don't need to fold them nicely.
Wilson's suitcase was way more sophisticated than mine. He neatly folded up all his clothes color coordinated and put them together in… outfits? What the hell? Does it really matter? As long as you have the clothes, then who cares…right? I mean, I certainly will not waste my time folding, putting together, or even color coordinating my clothes. It makes no sense to me, but then again, I'm not anything like Wilson, so I wouldn't know.
He looked over at me trying to shove a bunch of random clothes into my suitcase and frowned. 'Maybe I can help,' he suggested.
'No way in Hell!' I screamed. No way am I letting Sir Packs His Clothes Color Coordinated touch my suitcase. I like my big pile of clothes the way it is, and it really doesn't matter if it's organized or not. 'There's no test to see if it looks nice. They're not going to look in your luggage and tell you that you can't board the airplane until your suitcase looks more organized.' Gee. What a noob. Only Wilson could care as to what his suitcase looks like.
After we were finished packing, I made dinner… Well, Easy Mac. I popped it in the microwave and then took it out once it was done. I set the giant bowl out on the table and also set out two smaller bowls and two forks. Wilson looked at it.
'I should have made dinner,' Wilson said then scooped out some into his bowl.
I just shrugged and put some in my bowl. We sat there eating for a while. I could tell Wilson didn't like it… he's more of a gourmet food kind of guy, but, whatever. Ok… yeah. This tastes like shit. Ew. Gross. Nasty. I spit it out on my napkin. 'You're making dinner next time,' I said then went into the pantry. Chips… chips… and more chips. Wait. How come I only have chips in here? What the hell? I took a bag of Doritos out and sat down at the table.
Wilson looked at my chips and then set his fork down. He pushed his bowl aside and then held out his hands, asking for some chips. I slapped his hand and told him to get his own bag. I mean, I have like a billion bags of chips in there, after all. He got a bag of Doritos, the same flavor as mine, and got a bowl. He poured the chips in there. What a douche. No one puts chips in a bowl… You're supposed to just eat them out of the bag for God's sake!
After we ate our chips, Wilson went to go sleep on the couch and I went into my room. It was ten thirty. I set my alarm clock for eight am. Yeah, I know. That's way too early, but our flight leaves at noon. How long does it take to get to the airport anyway? I never get to go on vacations, so I wouldn't know. Maybe Wilson does… Oh well. I think we'll be fine.
I walked into the living room. Where was Wilson? I didn't see him anywhere. Oh, wait. There he was. He was in the kitchen making… muffins? Why was he making muffins? Whatever. They better be chocolate chip. I walked over to Wilson. Nope. He was making lemon poppy seed muffins. Eh... I guess those are ok. I dipped my finger into the batter. Wilson yelled at me, but I ignored him.
'When do we have to go?' I asked.
Wilson shrugged. 'I guess soon,' he said and put the muffins in the oven. 'After I make my muffins. We can eat them on the plane.' He turned on the oven light and looked at them. They still looked like they did twenty seconds ago. I waited with Wilson until they were done. When the timer dinged, Wilson shot up out of his seat and put on some blue Hanukkah oven mitts. He took the muffins out and set them on the counter. Yum. They smell good.
After Wilson loaded up the car with all of our luggage, I walked over to the muffins. They should be cooled off enough. How long does it take, after all? I grabbed one and shoved it in my mouth. Wilson sure does make the best food. Ever. I took a plastic bag out of the drawers and put all of the muffins in it. I closed the bag and then shoved it in my laptop case, which is also my carry-on bag.
We got into Wilson's car and we drove off to the airport. I was really excited. The spring break I was waiting so long for was finally here! Three long months of waiting finally paid off. We drove into the airport and looked around for our gate. Where was the stupid Continental Airlines thing? Ah, over there. 'Wilson right there!' I screamed. He quickly stopped the car and backed up. Wow. It didn't really take that long to get to the airport. Man, I really need to go on vacation more often.
I came around to the trunk and opened it. I took out our bags and put them on the sidewalk. I handed Wilson the handicapped sticker, but he declined and told me he'd rather save the spot for someone who actually needs it. Whatever. I'll let him walk for an hour, see if I care. He drove away to go find a parking place and told me that he'd meet me right inside. Ok… here I am, Wilson. Waiting inside… Where are you? I looked around. Come on, Wilson! We're going to miss our flight! He better hurry up, or I'm going to leave him behind and go enjoy my relaxing vacation by myself.
Ok… Ten minuets later and I'm still sitting here. People are starting to stare. God, Wilson. Where the hell are you? I looked at my watch. Twenty minuets. TWENTY. This is ridiculous. I took out my cell phone and held down number five. It rang… and rang… but then went to his voicemail? What? He always picks up. Something's wrong. Ok. I'll wait for ten more minuets, and if he doesn't come, then I'll go looking for him.
Oh my God. It's been… eleven minuets?! I knew he should have taken my handicap-parking thing. What if he got lost? Maybe he couldn't find a parking spot. Maybe… wait no. I don't think he was eaten by a lion. That would be cool though. I mean, what a great story! You go to the airport to go on a nice vacation, but then a lion on the way to the baggage check-in eats your friend! Wow. Maybe I should write a best-selling novel about it. It will be called, "My friend; Lion Chow," or how about, "Eaten at the airport." But what am I kidding… There are no lions in New Jersey.
Five more minuets have passed. Maybe he did get eaten by a lion! I should get started on my story right away! Where's my laptop… Oh, wait. No. He's right over there. I stood up and walked over to him. 'Finally,' I said. 'I thought you were eaten by a lion!' And, well, he looked at me like I was crazy. But, then again, when does he not look at me like I'm crazy. Well, you know what? He's pretty crazy himself. I wouldn't be talking.
'No,' he said. 'I just couldn't find a parking space. I wasn't eaten by a lion!' There go my chances for millions... Sigh. Oh, well. I probably would have never gotten around to writing it anyway. We continued walking until we got to a very, very long line. Oh my god... Do we really have to stand in that line? Us? Me? Why? I looked around. There were a lot of people waiting in this line. Maybe we should have gotten here sooner… and maybe Wilson should have taken my handicapped pass! Stupid Wilson… What's with Wilson and doing stupid things?
Finally, after a really long time standing in that stupid line, we gave the person all of our bags… well not my laptop and muffins… and we headed towards security. Fun. This will be a really exciting day.