*Eleven will be fashionable.
Cameron was set up on a blind date with Henry, the guy from the music store. Emma has a trumpet to practice. Avery has been enjoying "home life", and the twins are happy-go-lucky under Cameron's care... Which ends next chapter! Oh no, chaos must ensue! Things have been too happy around here, and I've gone too long with crushing something. What to crush though? Not Huddy, don't worry!*

House and Home
Henry showed up right at six o'clock with his hair combed back. He had on dark denim pants and a white collared shirt, a green tie around his neck. He rang the doorbell, and Avery answered the door. An awful trumpet sound blared from Emma's buzzing lips, and the back door was locked tight. The twins were probably back there, too, based on the fact that they weren't in the living room.
"Henry!" Emma exclaimed, squealing with excitement. "Cameron will be ready soon, I think. You cool with pizza and a movie? She wants us all to be together, not hire ANOTHER sitter."
"I thought she was your aunt." Henry questioned.
"She's my dad's paid employee, does that count?" Emma smiled, Henry dumbfounded. Before he could answer, Cameron came in. Her blonde hair was half-up and the rest was straight. Her dress was gray and had sequins, and her red shoes had to make her at least two inches taller. She saw eye-to-eye with Henry for once.
"Allison, you look ravishing."
"Henry, you look..." Cameron was at a loss for words.
"Like Draco Malfoy." Emma mumbled.
"Henry, you look like Draco Malfoy." It was only after she said this that she realized what happened, what she had just said. "That's not what I meant... are you sure you don't want to come back when I don't have kids?"
"It's fine Allison, I don't mind. She said we're having pizza and watching a movie." Henry smiled, watching Emma put her trumpet back in the case. "How's the new trumpet working for you?"
"It's a real pain in the ass." Cameron muttered.
"That's not very nice to say about your boss' kid."
"Daddy's said a LOT worse things about Cameron." Emma gulped. "Mostly behind her back." Henry let a chuckle leave his lips.
"Let's eat before I lose my temper." She hissed, punching Henry's shoulder amorously.

Harry Potter played in the background. Emma crawled into the guest bedroom, leading Avery into the bedroom and carrying the twins to bed. "Cameron, we're going to bed."
Henry looked at Cameron with a sly look in his eyes. "What are you looking at?"
"How gorgeous you are tonight." Henry's lips brushed her cheeks. "You've let me play house with you, I couldn't ask for anything more."
"I've only known you one day, and I know very little about you." Cameron said. "And you know nothing about me."
"I know all I need to. You're a doctor, I'm a music store manager. You work for the biggest baddest boss in the world, I am the boss of a music franchise subdivision."
"That's not the start of me." He sat back. "I've been married twice: divorced and widowed. I have quit a million and two times, I was in love with House. And all this time people have thought I was simple, a simple dumb blonde. I don't show emotion, I don't want to get hurt."
"And the girl?" Henry asked.
"Emma is the brilliant little girl I thought I was as a child." Cameron smiled. "And her father proved me wrong. So I quit, more than a few times. But I always came back... always."
"That's not a sign of lack of affection, that's a sign of the fear of getting hurt. I'm a musician and I know that." Henry grinned at her, wiping tears off her cheek. "Smile, Allison, your life is good. Don't be so depressed about it."
"Thank you." Allison kissed his cheek. "I have no one I'd rather play house with."
"I heard SOMEONE say my name." And there was House walking into the living room. "And who the hell is this?"

*Crappy cliffhanger, and even worse, a crappy reentry! Go on, hate me. Because I am impulsive, and I want to stir up a drama cocktail. So review, because I haven't poured anything into it yet.*