An: I'm sorry for lack of updates, been on vacation with no internet, but I do have a more lengthy chapter and should have another one by the end of the bad. By the way, did you know there's a motorcycle clud called The Hamster? Also, I tweeked their birthdays a little bit.

"So, this date?"

He must have asked her out 7 times, but they never went on an official, quote unquote, date. He stayed at school until she was done with practice, gave her a ride home, they went inside, hung out. He helped her with homework, ate her food, and the afternoons always ended with them making out, him trying to slide his hand up her shirt, her pulling it out, and telling him it was time to go home. During school, he'd smile and wink when he'd walk by, never stopping the conversation he was already having with his friend. He didn't hug her, kiss her, or be with her in public. Until today, "Hey."

"Hey," House put his hands on the table on either side of his girlfriend and kissed her. Lisa put her hand on his shoulder. "What was that for?"

"Cause you're hot. I thought that would have been obvious. Dammit Alison, have you been putting ideas in her head?" Ali rolled her eyes. "Hey, come here." Greg held Lisa's hands and pulled her off the picnic table. "You wanna come over tonight?"

She gasped and put her fingers over her lips in mock shock, "So he's not ashamed of me?"

He smiled, "Nah, my parents aren't home," she looked at him like, 'I don't know', "I'll make you food."

"Well," she said like that tipped it, "why didn't you tell me there was food involved? You promiss to be good and keep your hands where I can see them?" He put his hands behind his hand and kissed her.

"I surrender."

The bell rang, "I'll see you later, and because my parents wouldn't like me telling them I'll be at my boyfriend's house, just me and him, I'll tell them Ali and I are going out."

"Sounds good. Now who's ashamed?" He asked sarcastically.

"Hey, Mom," Candice Cuddy looked up at her daughter, "I was wondering if I could go hang out with Ali."

"What are you guys going to do?"

"Well, me and Miranda are going to try to get her into a library with promisses of cute nerds." Her mother laughed.

"Of course. Keep the brain in that girl's head."

"We'll do our best." Lisa walked outside, then down the street.

"They buy it?" Greg asked.

"Of course." She scoffed, taking the helmet. "I've give them no reason to doubt me." She sat on the back of the bike, "Unlike my sister." She mumbled.

"Maybe I should meet her then."

"...You try anything, with anyone, I'll slap you back to the womb."

He smirked, "I love it when you talk dirty." He reved the bike to life, and released the clutch. After a few minutes, Greg pulled to a stop in his driveway. He unlocked the door, "Bienvenue chez moi."

"I have no idea what you just said," she told him as she walked past him. She stood in the entry way, her hands clasped behind her back, "So what do you want to do now?"

He took in a deep breath, "You'll slap me back to the womb if I tell you."

"Mm," she put her hands behind his head, "I might let you get away with part of the things you're thinking about." He started kissing her, Let's see if she kills me. He pulled her shirt over her head, then looking down at her to see if she was pissed. She smiled an amused smile, then stepped back a little. "Good preview?"

"Excellent." He didn't really say it, speaking requires your lips to move. It just kind of fell out of his mouth. His eyes were completely wide, it was weird, but Lisa loved when he'd stare at her. It was just so obvious what he was thinking about, but she didn't like that attention from anyone else, it wasn't even because he was with her that she liked it. She just liked him liking her. Lisa put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him back down to her lips. I cannot believe she just let me do that. She started pushing his jacket off his shoulders, it hit the floor.

"Don't get any ideas." She mumbled. It was more for herself than him, her brain and her body came to a compromise. His shirt went. Neither of them were quite sure how it happened, but Greg was sitting on the couch, and Lisa was sitting on his lap with her knees on either side of his waist.

Greg pulled away quickly, "We have to stop," he said, breathing heavily.

Lisa sat back on her calves, then laughed, "What?"

"I know you'll only let me to second base, but I also know that if we keep this up, I won't be able to help myself." A grin spilt her face in half, and she kissed him. "So we're doing this?"

She put her hands on his chest, "Oh God no! No, no, no, no, no. We're not doing this. Not now." He nodded.

"...I'm gonna hate myself for saying this, but you should probably put your shirt back on." Lisa laughed at the pained look on his face.

"Thank you for being conciderate. Do you absolutely need me to put my shirt on?"

He looked like he was going to cry, "Uh huh."

She smiled. "Why don't you make me food to get your mind off it?"

He closed his eyes and exhaled, "You should probably get off me too." She laughed again and sat next to him. Greg got up and shook his head, mumbling something about Lisa's boobs, and how they were dangerous. Then walked into the kitchen. Lisa sat on the couch, she got an idea, an idea that no one thought she have when she was 16.

Greg was bent down, getting a pan from under the stove, "Greg." He looked up just in time to see the bra fall, Everything in his body relaxed, including the hand that was holding a frying pan.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelled when it hit his foot

Lisa giggled, "Are you OK?"

"Dammit! I knew they were dangerous!" He started to straighten up, but hit his head on the counter, "Ow! Son of a bitch!" He felt Lisa grab one of his arms, then his head and pushed him away from the counter. Greg rubbed his head, "So you take the time to put something on before you help your boyfriend? But I am OK with this change." She had his leather jacket on, it was only zipped to the middle of her chest.

"You forgive me for the pan?"

"Oh, you could have run over my foot with a car and I'd forgive you." They smiled at each other.

"Oh, shit! It's 9:30! How the hell is it 9:30? I have to go."

"K, just, get your shirt, and I'll take you."

She nodded and picked her shirt and bra up. Lisa looked at him over her shoulder, "Either avert your eyes, or make sure you don't have any metal objects."

"Shut the hell up," she smirked at him and put her clothes back on. Greg dropped her off at the end of her street. She gave him the helmet, "Hey," he held her hand, "see you tomorrow."

"If you can even walk."

"As long as you don't start pole dancing, I think we'll be good."

"I bet you'd like that though," she retorted.

"Of course I would, and so would every other straight male in that school, but then I would have to kick all their asses." He sighed, "That would make me very sleepy."

"Well, to make sure you aren't exhausted, I will refrain. Do no harm."

"...You're gonna be a doctor?"

"Mhm, I've wanted to for ever."

"Cool. Shouldn't you be getting home, or something? Don't want Daddy to get mad." He said in a baby voice.

"Shut the hell up," she hit him on the shoulder and walked-no, strutted away. "Hey Mom!"

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"...I accidentally dropped a book on a guy." Her mom chuckled, "But he was totally cool, said it was fine, and Ali...yeah, she didn't pay attention."

How the hell did I not know that? Greg asked himself. Why don't I know what she wants to be? I should know this. I know every other thing about her for Christ's sake...What the hell else do I not know about her? I know she's a virgin, that's no secret. I know she doesn't like her sister, but she loves her sister. She's a Daddy's girl. Athletic. Smart. Lots of friends. He smirked, Likes bad boys. Got amazing boobs-Getting off track. Funny...I can't think of anything else. Why don't I know anything else? Dammit.

Next day, Greg came up to Lisa with a thoughtful look on his face, "What's your favorite color?"

"What? Blue. Why?"

"What's your favorite sport?"

"...Tennis. Why?"

"What's your favorite flower?"

"Roses."

"What color?"

"Red."

"What's your favorite-"

"Greg! I'm not answering any more questions until you tell me why you're asking them."

"...No reason."

"Not good enough."

"...You bug me." The look she gave him said, 'Excuuse me' "I don't know these things, it bugs me. OK, I knew your favorite color, but I didn't know the other things. Now I do, bye." He walked away, leaving his girlfriend very confused.


"Cuddy!" Greg yelled. She turned around, "We're going somewhere to day."

"...OK? May I ask where?"

"No, you'll see. And don't worry, you'll be home before your parents."

"...OK. I won't be required to skip practice right?"

"No, we can leave after practice. Just don't take forever changing."

"Shut up, I never take a long time. Just make sure you come back in time." He stuck his tounge out at her and went to his next class. Lisa changed for practice after school, practiced their new routine that they were going to do at Friday's game, then she changed into jeans and her long sleeve shirt.

"Do you always match?" Greg had his head above the bathroom stall. Lisa jumped, and grabbed her chest.

"Is it your mission in life to give me a heart attack? And isn't it a little creepy to watch your girlfriend change in the girl's bathroom?"

"Nope. Now let's go."

"Bossy."

"Look who's talking," she came out of the stall, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Lisa couldn't help but smile, she really liked her boyfriend. They went out to the parking lot, he handed her the helmet, put on his shades, and took off.

Dr. Cuddy was driving to meet his wife for lunch, he pulled to a stop at a red light. He looked to his left, there was a teenage boy on a motorcycle with a girl behind him. Dr. Cuddy looked back at the road in front of him. Wait, he looked back at the girl. He couldn't see her face, but he saw very curly hair sticking out from under the helmet. He didn't get a very good look because the light turned green and the boy drove forward. No, he told himself, that's not Lisa. Definitely not Lisa.

Greg hadn't told Lisa where they were going, and didn't plan on it no matter how many times she asked. He was currently leading her with his hands over her eyes. "I'm gonna trip."

"No you're not," he insisted. "You don't even know what we're walking through. It could be a field, it could be fjords. You don't know."

"Well, I'm feeling grass and concrete, so I'm going to guess the park."

"...You're ruining this for me." She giggled. "OK, stop. Prepare to be amazed with what 20 bucks and secret knowledge of this park can do." He pulled his hand away.

Lisa smiled, there was a little blanket spread out on the ground with a picnic basket and a box. "I've never seen this place. We're in the park?"

"Yep," he sat on the blanket. "Told you, secret knowledge."

Lisa sat next to him, "But you've lived here like, two years. How'd you find this?"

"You know how you like your dad? Yeah, I don't. Everywhere I've lived, I've found a secret place. OK," he leaned over and grabbed the basket, "I have brought cider," Greg pulled out a thermis, "an extra blanket, two sandwiches-"

"Then what am I going to eat?" She smiled and he rolled his eyes.

"Like I was saying before I was rudely interupted, I have drinks, food, warmth, and dessert." He pulled out some chocolate.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh, it was just something for you, but I don't know that you deserve it now. In fact, you don't deserve chocolate." Greg put her fingers in his mouth, and took the chocolate. She wiped her fingers off on her pants.

"Mature." She straddled his lap, "What if I were to sweet talk you, would I get it then?"

"Maybe, depends on what you have to say."

"Well," she leaned forward, "I could tell you how funny and smart and hot you are, or, I could just grab the present." Lisa reached behind him, grabbed the box, and sat back on his thighs. She took of the lid and pulled out a tissue wrapped helmet.

"Figured it took me long enough, and so far you haven't made me do the whole meaningless two week, month anniversary thing, and I missed your birthday." Lisa pulled off the wrapping tissue, the helmet was light blue and had roses. It was weird, but all the little things he did, meant more to her than anything her other boyfriends did that was big for their age. The stuff she would have slapped her other boyfriends for saying or doing, she giggled when he did them.

She hugged him, "Thank you." House was never thoughtful with his girlfriends, but damn, he wanted to try for this girl. Lisa moved so she was laying with her back against his chest. They ate, picked up all their things, and walked back through the park. When the two got to his bike, she fisted part of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Greg put his hands on her lower back and pulled her against him.

Dr. Cuddy almost got in a wreck when he saw his little girl kiss that older boy who she 'didn't think about that way'. Oh, they were going to have a talk when he got off work.

"Hey Dad," Lisa greeted when her father came home later that evening.

"So since when do you kiss boys you don't like in parks?" Her mouth started moving like she was trying to form words.

"Th-That, boy, wa-is, my, my boyfriend." She looked down at the kitchen table.

"That was the older boy you didn't think about that way?"

Lisa cringed a little, "Yeah. That's him."

"The older boy you don't think about that way, that rides motorcycles?"

"Yeah."

"The older boy you don't think about that way, that rides motorcycles, that also drives you around on them?"

"...Mhm." She looked up at him, "But he always gives me his helmet, and he just bought me one." She defended.

"You've rode that thing more once?" He looked down at her. He didn't approve of motorcycles.

Oh shit. Lisa looked back down, "...Yeah. Yeah, I did." She looked back up with a slightly scared look, "It's kinda fun actually."

Her dad sighed and put his hand on his face, "What's wrong with him?"

Lisa looked a little confused, "Nothing."

"Well, you haven't told us about him, there must be a reason."

"I'm a secretive teenager?" She tried.

"No."

"I don't know. Maybe cause I knew you wouldn't like the motorcycle, I don't know. I really like him though, and he really likes me, or I think he does. I think I'm the longest relationship he's had, so there must be something he likes." She looked away, not really talking to her dad anymore. "Yeah he thinks I'm hot," she looked at him, "but have you seen some of his exs? They're hot, and blonde. Why are so many blonde? There are maybe four of his exs that are brunette, and he'd had way more than four exs since he's moved here. He's been here two years. Two years. And all my friends think he's the hottest thing to grace the earth, and my god they're right." Her dad was just standing there, thoroughly confused about what was happening. It started out with him asking her why her boyfriend was kept secret, then turned into her talking very fast about said boyfriend.

His wife came into the dining room, "I don't understand what's happening." He whispered to her, Lisa was still talking. His wife nodded and sat across from her daughter at the table. The next half hour continued in this fashion, until all of Lisa's insecurities were out. Then her mom got her milk, told her everything she needed to here, and said that she and Lisa's father would like to meet the young man. Lisa nodded and left the room. Dr. Cuddy came back in from the living room, "How did you do that? How'd you know to do that? Why didn't I know how to do that?"

"You ever been a teenage girl?"

"No."

She nodded, "There you go."

Lisa dialed Greg's number, "Hello?"

"Hey, my parents want to meet you."

"Oh god, why?"

"My dad saw me kiss you, and me on your motorcycle." She sat on her bed, "He wasn't what you'd call 'happy'. You being older is just icing on the frigging cake." She sighed, "So yeah, they want to meet you."

"Damn. OK, when?"

"Tomorrow. They want you over for lunch to make sure nothing's wrong with you. I think I got them to forget the motorcycle thing, but they still want to meet you."

"Dammit, OK, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye."

The next day went by slowly, strangely, Lisa wanted it to go faster. Just to get it over with. It was Saturday, so she didn't have anything to distract her. Finally, she heard the doorbell ring. Lisa sprinted to the door, swinging it open to reveal Greg shivering and lightly snow covered. "It's cold."

She giggled, "Come in. Here, let me see your jacket." Greg shrugged it off and Lisa wiped off the snow. "I'll go get you a blanket or something." He stood in the doorway, rubbing his arms, trying to get warm using friction. A few minutes later Lisa came back in with the throw blanket from her bed, still laughing softly.

"Shut up," he said through clenched teeth. "I walked for you." She shook her head slightly and led him into the dining room. "Hi," he said when he saw her parents. "I'm Greg."

"He walked here." Lisa explained when her parents looked at him funny.

"Yeah, motorized two wheeled things and snow don't really mix well together."

"Your parents don't have a car?" Her dad asked.

"Yeah, but my dad's out of town. Work."

"What's he do."

"Navy." He sat across from her parents, and rubbed his thighs. Lisa grabbed one of his hands and started trying to warm it. "So, Lisa told me you wanted to make sure there wasn't any defectiveness, or anything."

"Well, we wanted to know why Lisa hadn't told us about you." Her father said.

"Uh, well, I can't think of anything off the top of my head that she wouldn't want you to know about, except the motorcycle, but you know about that. And of course I always put her safety first, speed limit, helmet, stop at red lights and stop signs."

"Are you having sex?"

"Dad!"

"No, no we are not. Her virginity is secure with me."

"Well, this was a very interesting way to begin lunch." Mrs. Cuddy said. "I was planning on meeting you, and eating, but we had a wonderful little conversation about my daughter's virginity." Lisa tried to repress a smile. "Good times." She put her hand on her husband's arm, "Nice conversation piece Rich." He turned his hand over, and started trying to form a sentence. "Greg, you want to help me bring out lunch?"

"Oh, Mom, I got it."

"No," she smiled pleasantly at Greg, "I want to talk to him for a second." It became clear this was not an option.

She walked into the kitchen, and Greg leaned down to Lisa's ear and whispered, "If I don't come back, you know who killed me." He followed her mom into the kitchen.

"Can you grab the cups and that pitcher?" He nodded and picked up the requested items. "You seem like a nice boy," Candice Cuddy smiled, "But I'm going to tell you right now, you hurt my little girl, you will be very sorry."

"...You don't have anything to worry about, I'm already scared of her, and I play sports." She smiled, picked up the plates, and pushed the door to the dining room open. After lunch, Lisa walked Greg to the door, "Your mom's kinda scary, I like her." He grabbed his coat off the rack, "Good news for me, it stopped snowing. Damn, I bet we coulda got your parents to let me stay too."

Lisa smiled, "Thanks for coming."

"Well, it was that, or your dad gets pissed at me for not coming."

"Then thank you for behaving."

"Well, it was that, or your dad gets pissed at me for disrespecting his daughter, and you have to lie and sneak out to see me. Or I would have to sneak into your room even more."

Lisa shook her head, "I'll see you later."

"Tomorrow?"

"I'll ask," she went up on her toes and kissed him. Greg walked outside, just in time to see his dad drive by, he looked down, and walked the oposite way, Please keep driving. Please keep driving...Oh, thank god. Lisa asked her parents if she could go out tomorrow. Her mom imediately said yes, but her dad asked questions, reminded her of her curfue...five times, then agreed.

Lisa came running down the stairs, grabbed a light jacket, and her helmet off the rack by the door. "Bye Dad!"

"Be-"

"Safe!"

"Remember-"

"10! Bye Daddy!" Slam. She shoved the helmet on and jumped on the back of her boyfriend's bike. "Let's go."

"God, you're hot when you're telling me what to do." She smiled against his back. He drove her to the park.

"Is this where we will always go?"

"Maybe, my plans are better than any of the usual activities."

"So what are we doing?" She asked as the started walking to their place.

"We, are going to watch a movie." There was a sheet hanging up, a projector, and a chair.

"Where'd you get the projector?"

"AVid people." He started the movie, then sat in the chair and patted his lap. When she saw what was playing, she giggled. "What? You know you love Snow White and The Seven Dwarves." During the movie, he explained why Happy was always happy, why Grumpy was grumpy, and why Dopey was dopey. "Ah, that was always a good movie, but that pale bitch can't even compete with Sleeping Beauty."

"Wow, I can't believe you're hating on a Disney princess. What are you gonna do with all this stuff?"

"I'm gonna come get it later, after I drop you off." She nodded and they started walking. Lisa folded her arms across her chest, "You cold?"

"A little," she shrugged. "I'm fine." Greg shrugged off his jacket and put it on her shoulders. "You didn't have to do that."

"You're cold. And I know you want to check out my awesome muscle...OK, now I'm cold, come here." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his side.

"I told you it was a bad idea."

"Did you ever stop and think 'Wow, my boyfriend really cares, maybe I should reward him by showing him my breasts again'?"

"No, I can't say that ever occurred to me."

"Just something to consider. You know, a reward for when I do something sweet, or, just for whatever. Just because you're happy the sun came up."

"Cause that does always worry me. I'm just not sure if it can do it every morning. Thankless job really."

"You're a smartass," he laughed and kissed her cheek. He drove her home, and grabbed the ends of his jacket when she got off, "See you tomorrow."

She kissed him, "Lisa!" Her dad yelled, "Come on in, it's cold out here!"

Lisa and Greg laughed softly, "Wow, my dad has fantastic timing."

"Yeah. Bye." She kissed his cheek and went inside.

Her dad looking at her and the strange, dreamy look on her face, "Everything good?"

"Yeah," she crossed her arms over her stomach, still with the dreamy look, "everything's really good." She looked at him, "How are you?"

"...I'm good. Time for bed."

"OK. Night. Night Mom!"

Richard Cuddy sat down next to his wife in the living room, "He's going to destroy her."

An: Oh, there are so many ways for House to screw this up. Let's see which one he picks. There are a few options, hopefully he picks D None of the above. (Not just talking about the story). Speaking of which, new [H]ouse tomorow...I've decided my favorite word is fjords.