Here's a new chapter. Enjoy!
October 14
7:30
PPTH
After Cameron left, House went to his desk and sat down, confused, and frustrated. They had been so close. He had almost gotten her. Almost. Even so, he couldn't ignore the feeling of her mouth on his. How soft she felt and how sweet she tasted. It was a brief kiss, but it felt so different then it ever had when he kissed Stacy. He knew she didn't like him… But still. He could dream. The rude sarcastic old man could dream. Maybe.
October 15
10:45
PPTH
Although Cameron would have liked to be truly sick the next day, she wasn't. However, House apparently was. It was almost 11, and still House hadn't arrived. His little "Ducklings" were sitting around, being bored. Then, the door opened and the infamous man walked in.
"Speak of the devil" Murmured Foreman, who had been talking quietly with Chase.
"Actually, I prefer God, but hey! If wishes were horses, beggars would ride!" House said with a smirk
"Where were you?" Asked Chase
"Sleeping. Late night. You know, with the" He paused, popping a few pills "women" House winked.
Cameron rolled her eyes.
Chase uttered a groan of disgust
House then explained the patient, insulted Chase, and instructed his ducklings. Cameron went to the lab to do some tests. House, sensing an opportunity to explain his well rehearsed excuse(s), followed her.
OoOoOoOo Cliffe… Not really, but anyways…
Click the purple(ish) button.
It longs to be clicked.
It's its' destiny.
And you wouldn't want to deprive the innocent button is future, now would you?