Here's another chappie for you all!
And, just to let you guys know, there will be romance betweent them soon.
I'm just trying to make this story seem real, and I don't think it would be very realistic if they were all lovey dovey with eachother! :D
But, again, thanks for all the great reviews, and I'd love some more after you read this new chapter!
-Elizabeth.
He still sits in the same chair, right after she leaves. Debating whether to go and follow her or not. But, if he did follow her, it wasn't to bother her, or make insults to. No, it was because he wanted to be with her. He enjoyed their banter, and her presence, but he would never admit to that, certainly not to her for that matter.
Finally, he made his decision. He leaves out of the restaurant in a hurry, trying to catch up with her. He's jogging, trying to figure out where she is, until he spots her crossing a street.
"Wait up!"
He shouts.
"Do you not get the point of goodnight?"
She shouts back, turning around.
"It's not even passed eleven, yet."
His voice is in a talking form now, as he approaches her.
"You ruined my date."
"Isn't there supposed to be a 'thank you', to finish that statement?"
"I think 'ass' would be a better finisher."
She saids coldly, and walks away.
"Oh, please, like you didn't want me to destroy that date. There was practically a sign on your forehead, saying, 'kill me now'."
"Why were you there? How did you even know what restaurant we'd be at?"
"To screw with you. And, lucky guess."
He shrugs his shoulders, after speaking.
"Well, now that the date's over, you can leave me alone."
"What fun would that be?"
She rolls her eyes, and starts walking again.
And, like always, he quickly catches up, and is now walking beside her.
"So, how'd you meet him?"
House asks, nodding his head backwards.
"Friend of a friend."
"How sweet."
He states, sarcasm evident in his voice.
She ignores it, and keeps silent.
"Have any other dates soon?"
"Quit asking me questions."
"Why? Is someone hiding something?"
"Yes, I'm an alcoholic. Oh my God, how did you ever get me to confess?"
She said, sarcasticly.
"There's no way you're an alcoholic, you can't even drink a full beer."
She comes to a halt, beside a car.
"Goodnight, for the second time."
She gives a small smirk, and unlocks her car door, and opens it.
"You never answered my question."
"I rarely answer any of your questions, something you'll have to get used to."
She slides in to her car, and starts the engine. Then, shuts the car door, and drives off.
A small smile appears on his face, a genuine smile.