An: My I really suck! My creativeness is broken I think, at least there's new [H]ouse tomorrow to compensate. Also I would just like to say I'm sorry if I'm getting any of this wrong, I missed the 80's. And yes, I do watch Buffy for all those who get that impression.

Ali saw her best friend getting back with her boyfriend, she sighed and put her forehead on the window. Ali turned around, "Riley, she's back with him." He smiled and nodded, "Do you wanna see a movie?"

"Wow," he chuckled.

"Well, if Lisa isn't with you, may as well have someone."

He jerked his head towards the door, "Come on." She smiled a flirty smile and walked ahead of him.

"So what do we do now?" Greg asked Lisa.

"...Will you buy me a milkshake?" He laughed and hugged her tighter. After that, Lisa didn't not let Greg out of her sight for quite time. If another girl even came never him, Lisa was all over him. He kind of loved it. This particular afternoon, when there was no practice for the cheerleaders, everyone went to the park. No reason, just to go. Greg was on the ground, Lisa laying sideways next to him with her head in his lap, Riley was sitting at the picnic table with Ali on the table behind him, Miranda and Jason were laying next to eachother on the ground looking at clouds, and Zoey was sitting with her newly aquired boyfriend, Ian, talking quietly. God bless Ali. "So, why are we all so quiet?" Lisa asked, breaking the 30 minute silence.

"Because all the guys are picturing their girls naked," Greg responded without looking down at her, "and we like quiet when we're doing that." Lisa smiled and hit his stomach with the back of her hand. "I think, bacause Spring Break is almost here, each of the guys has a hotty, and we all don't hate eachother, we're at peace with the world right now." Greg laid back, his hands behind his head.

"Wow Greg, I didn't know there was anything other than sarcasm, sports, narcissism, and naked Lisa in that thick skull." Ali said.

Lisa threw her a glare, "What's in Riley's skull?"

Ali looked up and away, smiling, "Many, many good memories."

Greg looked at Lisa, "Why don't we have memories?"

"Because," she got up and put her hands and knees on either side of him, "you love me too much to need memories, and when we make memories, they'll last a long, long time." She looked up at her best friend, and raised an eyebrow, then back down at Greg. Her hair falling around his head, cutting them off from the other 6 people with them, and creating another one of those moments. Lisa put her forehead on his, eyes closed and lips parted, millimeters from his.

"Lise. Lise! Lisa!" Ali yelled. Lisa's head jerked up, "Eye sex is for later, besides," she leaned forward on her boyfriend and whispered loudly, "Zoey's right there, she doesn't know what all of this is."

Zoey rolled her eyes, "Screw you."

"When and where?"

"Can I watch?" Jason and Greg asked at the same time. Miranda hit Jason on the shoulder, and Lisa gave Greg 'The Eye'. He had come to fear 'The Eye'.

"The only girl you want to see naked, is me."

"Well, you're more of a woman," The Eye persisted, "but there's nothing better out there than you so it doesn't matter because you win out of either groups."

Jason laughed, "Dude, you're whipped."

"Dude, you're high. Seriously Miranda, watch him, you don't want him to behave like this always."

"Like it's any better than how you behave." She returned with.

"Hey, when I get weed, I always ask Lisa if she wants some."

"Shut the hell up." Lisa sat back on his waist, "I don't do weed and you know it. It smells terrible."

"We went from complete silence, to weed." Ali said. "What the hell is wrong with us?"

"Too much weed," Greg answered.

During the break, Greg and Lisa didn't see eachother much. Lisa and her parents went to visit her grandma in New Hampshire, they came back Wednesday, then on Thursday, Greg's dad took him to a military base, still trying to get him into the military. He was gone until Saturday. Lisa heard weirdly spaced out dull thumping noises on the window at 10:30. She put down her diary, and looked at the window from her sitting postion on her bed. "Oh my God," she laughed. Lisa got up, walked over to the window, and slid it up. Her boyfriend's face was a little red, he had his hands on the window sill and his legs were a few feet behind him on the branch of the tree near her room.

"Who the hell decided to cut this tree?" She laughed, "Not funny, this is like the longest pushed up ever, over 15 feet off the ground. Now move," she obliged, Greg took a minute to prepare himself, then pushed himself off the branch and into her room. Only about halfway though, "Oh god! Help me." Lisa grabbed his jeans and pulled him forward. He took a minute to lay on the ground, then stood up, "Thank you. But seriously, when did that happen?" He pointed at the tree.

"While you were gone. Wow, you haven't done that in awhile, like, a month."

"Well it is a little difficult."

"Wimp," she winked. Lisa sat on her bed, laying back so her back hit the wall. "So what'd you come over for?"

"See you," he laid down on her legs, his face on the bed, between her thighs.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Sleeping." The bed muffled his answer. "Did I ever tell you what fantastic thighs you have?"

"No. Can you take your head out of there?"

"Where would you like me to put it?" She could practically hear his eyebrows waggling.

"Up your ass." She sighed.

"Stop being mean." He lifted his head, folded his arms on top of her thighs, and put his chin down. "D'you miss me?"

"...Maybe a little." She bit her bottom lip, "Come up here." Greg smirked and used his his upper body to move up to her face, or rather, her lips. Lisa grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her. After about 15 minutes of making out and groping, largely, if not entirely, done by Greg, he started to unbutton her shirt. She let him get away with it, to the point where her shirt was completely open, but when his hand went under her for the bra hook, she pushed him back, "I think that's enough for tonight."

"You hate me, don't you?"

"Only a little, but you love me, so you'll do what I ask and get the hell off me."

He groaned, "Fine!" He rolled so her was laying next to her, almost falling off the bed. "People are going to start doubting my abilities if I don't get into your pants soon."

"There's a whole half a closet right over there," she pointed to her closet. "Not sure if you're going to be able to fit though."

"Your ass fits, mine shouldn't be a problem." She glared at him, he imediately put his hand on her ass and squeazed. "D'I ever tell you how much I like your ass?"

Her gaze softened, "You should probably go home. Don't want my parents to find you."

He scoot closer, "I don't want to go home, I wanna stay here."

She looked at him, it wasn't just him being cute, he really didn't want to go home. "What happened, with your dad?"

He shook his head, "Nothing. Nothing, I just miss you."

"No, something happened. Tell me."

"Lise nothing happened," he answered harshly.

She cupped his cheek, "OK, just make sure you don't fall asleep." He nodded. She put her forehead against his, "I'm gonna change. Stay outa my stuff." He smirked. Lisa grabbed some pajamas and went to the bathroom. When she came back, Greg was stretched out on the right side of the bed on his side, asleep. What the hell, he's fine. Lisa turned around and locked her door. She got under the covers next to him, "What happened to you?" She whispered. She rubbed up and down his chest and stomach. Greg started squirming uncomfortably, and turned more on his stomach, his face scrunching up. Lisa looked at him, then slowly pulled up his t-shirt. He'd gotten in a fight recently, a bad one. She looked at his face, now that she looked more closely, she saw a little line on his bottom lip by the corner of his mouth. Her mouth opened, Lisa got a wet wash cloth, and carefully wiped off his face. She looked at his face, then at the wash cloth, it was stained with make up. His eyebrow and cheek bone were bruised. Lisa picked up his right hand and looked at his knuckles. Slightly purple, "What the hell did you do to who?" She kissed his knuckle, then went to sleep with his hand in both of hers. When Greg woke up in the morning, he was laying next to his girlfriend, she holding his wrist and forearm to her with surprising strength for an unconscious person. He yawned and kissed her temple before closing his eyes again. About 8:30, Lisa was woken up by the light coming through her window, Greg was exactly how he was when she fell asleep. She kissed his hand again, then his lips, he started to blink.

"Is it sex time?" He immediately asked.

She laughed softly, "No. Not yet." He closed his eyes again, "...Greg?"

"Hm?"

"What happened?" He looked at her, "And why'd you try to hide it from me?"

"...Nothing happened. I didn't tell you because it was nothing."

"Your stomach, face, and knuckles are bruised, and your lip is busted. Nothing happened my ass...Did your dad do this?" She asked calmly.

"No, but he sure as hell didn't do anything about it." He looked at her questioning face, "Douchebags at the military base. One's with more muscle than brain."

"What did you do?"

"Aren't you suposed to be on my side?"

"I am, but you did something to piss them off. What?"

"Nothing, actually. OK, so I was reading a book, you're my book mark, said douchebags took the picture. So I asked...nicely, for it back, they didn't give it back. Also they didn't believe you were my girlfriend, thought you were my cousin, or someone I was stalking. The biggest, stupidest one wanted me to introduce you, I repeated that you were my girlfriend...And I may have insinuated that you would never go for a meat head like him even if we weren't together, and there may have been something about his tough guy attitude and over excersised look were trying to compensate for something, or something of that nature. And we had a polite conversation that ended with him trying to beat the crap out of me. Normal stuff."

"...I'm your book mark?"

He laughed, "I just tell you a neanderthal was doubting my ability to get you on a date, and the first thing you ask is if you're really my book mark."

"Well that all was very sweet, but you read a lot," she smiled, "so you look at me a lot. And really, you couldn't just grab the picture and walk away, maybe call me to shove it in their faces?"

"Nope, I had to make a point. I don't like people doubting my abilities."

"So that was principle?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I may have also kicked him in the stomach when he started talking about you. After I had kicked his ass."

"Oh yeah, what'd he say?"

His jaw clenched, "Nothing. I should probably go though."

"...OK. See you later." He kissed her quickly, then went out the window. Lisa didn't ask what the guys at the base had said, but Greg couldn't enjoy the avoidance, because of two words, 'Spring. Dance'. He had no desire to go, but his girlfriend had a very big one. She pleaded over, and over, and over. He still didn't want to go. Then she got pouty, and for some reason, he can't resist her pouty face for more than a few days. Long story short, Greg House was going to a dance. As a sort of revenge, he entered his girlfriend for May Queen. She thought the people that won May Queen were vapid, self involved people. The Dark Side of cheerleading. So Greg went with her, knowing that she was definitely going to win, and many girls were definitely going to hate her. Especially the bitchiest bitch that ever did bitch, that was Greg's little pet name for her, Carly Williams. Carly was dating the douchiest douche that ever did douche, another name awarded by Greg, Jack Tucker, jock extraordinaire. Carly always entered, and Carly always won. Jack always entered, and Jack always won. Greg and Lisa hated them with a firey passion, they were the rival couples. So Greg was much looking forward to the look on Carly's face when Lisa won that title.

"Wow," Jason said when he saw Greg, "I cannot believe she got you even in that." Greg was in jeans, a t-shirt, button up dress shirt, and a sports jacket. "What the hell anyway? Why half ass it?"

"I think he looks good," Lisa wrapped her arms around his waist. "Very you, dressy, but casual."

"And you're very hot." She rolled her eyes. He wasn't going to tell her she looked beautiful, breath taking, stunning, amazing, gorgeous, but he thought she was all of that and more. She was wearing a light blue, strapless dress.

She took his hand, "Come on." Lisa pulled him out on the dance floor. He tolerated three dances, then started whining, so they went off, then they danced again after Lisa said please and moved her shoulders so her boobs went forward, immediately distracting him. She took him back out on the dance floor, and they danced until they were about to announce the winner of May Queen and King.

Lisa rolled her eyes and was about to sit back down, but Greg grabbed her hand, "Hold on." She looked at him confused.

"Carly Williams, Lisa Cuddy..." Lisa's jaw dropped.

"You. Didn't."

He smiled, "Oh, but I did."

"I swear to God Greg," she started off in a threatening tone, "if I won-"

"Lisa Cuddy!" Lisa was pissed, until she saw Carly's face.

A smile slowly spread on her face, "Love you." She grabbed his face with one hand and qave him a quick kiss before going up on stage. Jack Tucker was called up for King. It was traditional for the King and Queen to dance, and Ali liked to reffer to Jack as a man whore, so he was looking forward to the dance, but Lisa was not. Greg came to the edge of the stage, and when Jack stepped forward and put his hand out for Lisa's, she turned, put her hands on Greg's shoulders, he grabbed her hips, and set her down on the ground.

"Normally I don't dance," he looked down at her, "but I think I can make an exception for the Queen." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Still smiling, she saidm "I swear, if you ever nominate me for anything like this, I will kick your ass."

He smiled, "I believe you." She didn't make him dance after that.

An: So yeah, that was the chapter. Omg, Cuddy thinks my mom's name is slutty. If you don't get it now, wait til tomorrow. You'll see. Also, I have this idea for another story, (Don't worry, not starting it until after this is done) Basically, someone's getting relatives, but I was wondering if I should introduce 1 or 2 new people. Tell me what you think if you have an opinion. Oh, and Spoiler for the next chapter, they got problems.