An: Sorry bout the wait, wasn't sure how much I like it. Anyway...
Lisa Cuddy had not left her home in two weeks. She had not placed or recieved a phone call, watched tv, or eaten chocolate in that time. Yes, she had not been allowed to eat chocolate. All of those things (chocolate aside) she had been expecting, the thing that surprised her was, she hadn't seen Greg. He hadn't been doing his late night visits. Ali had been coming by about every other day, trying to get Lisa's dad to let her talk to her, to no avail, though Lisa did try on several occasions to talk to Ali through her bedroom window. Also did no good. Mouthing things from 15 feet away, while the other person tried to read their lips while walking by without drawing attention. Miranda had come by as well, and Zoey, and anyone her parents thought she hung out with. They meant it when they said they had called everyone. Everyone wanted to know why she'd disappeared for an entire day. She hadn't talked to her parents much, they were still incredibly pissed off, and the hickey didn't help. It didn't help at all.
Greg House had left his home in two weeks. Not many times, or for very long, at least not during the day. Mostly he went running. His mom had asked him once when she caught him coming home at 2:30 in the morning, sweating and breathing deeply. He had given a sarcastic answer, that made her give him her mom look, but she left him alone. His dad had never asked him, even when he had found him doubled over the sink, clutching his ribs, taking harsh breaths. Running always helped him think, and he definitely needed all the help he could get. He had also had many visitors. All wanting to know where he and Lisa had gone. None getting any answers. Miranda had asked if he was OK, and elbowed her boyfriend for being a douch bag. The only people that seemed interested in hanging out were Ali and Riley, the only person he hung out with at all was Riley. He knew how to sit against a wall and talk about inconsequential things and throw a ball back and forth.
Lisa was in her kitchen, listening to the radio. She smiled when she heard Goody Two shoes, and turned it up. She started looking through her fridge, head moving along to the music. She closed the fridge and opted for an apple instead, she smiled and started singing along when the "No one's gonna tell me, what's wrong and what's right. Or tell me who to eat with, with sleep with" part came. She was thinking about how fitting it was when she turned around and saw her dad. She stopped singing, "Hi." She looked at his look, "I'm not sleeping or eating with anyone." He nodded and walked passed her to the fridge. She walked out of the room in time to hear the phone ring.
"Lisa..." Ali whined when her friend picked up the phone, "I'm sick."
"How'd you get sick?"
"I ate bad sushi."
She hesitated a moment, "...You actually ate bad sushi, or you're pregnant?" She asked, remembering that's what Ali had told Riley months ago.
"I actually ate bad sushi," she groaned. "You need to come take care of me."
"Why me?"
"Cause Miranda isn't answering. I think she went to Jason's to...Man, I feel so bad I can't even think of a thing for sex."
"Wow, maybe I should come over. But I can't, grounded and all."
"Please..." She begged.
Lisa sighed, "I'll ask my dad."
"Hurry up." The line went dead.
Lisa turned around and went back into the kitchen. "Dad, can I go over to Ali's? She's sick and whiny." He raised an eyebrow, with a, "do you really think I'll fall for that" look. "I'm serious. Call her. She ate bad sushi, and she wants me to come over cause Miranda isn't answering." The look didn't let up, "OK, hold on." She walked back to the phone, brought it was close as she could to her dad, redialed Ali's number, and put it on speaker.
"If this is Lisa, why the hell aren't you on your way?" She demanded, still sounding miserable. "If it's not, I'm sick, go away."
"...It's Lisa's dad. She's on her way."
"Thank you." Ali said, and Lisa mouthed.
"Feel better."
"That's why I need your mini Dr. Cuddy."
"She'll be over in a little bit. Bye Ali."
"Bye."
"I want you to call me every half hour," he told his daughter after she hung up.
Lisa nodded. "Ali appreciates this." She tossed him the apple, and put the phone back in its original place. She walked out the front door and started towards Ali's house. Smiling again, Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with. Oh my God, I haven't seen Greg in a long time.
Greg sat sideways on his motorcycle by the curb. He didn't know why he was there, he wasn't even pointed the right direction to watch cars pass. Oh no. This is probably why he'd stayed in his house all this time, there she was. She was walking about 50 feet away, starting to pull her hair up. She swished her hair, and saw him.
Lisa smiled and ran over to her boyfriend. Greg looked down, he felt like he was going to be sick, and he must have looked like it too, because her footsteps got heavier and slower. He looked up and her smile was gone. He kind of smiled at her, though it looked like just a bit of a grimace. Her smile returned, but it wasn't as big, "Hey you," she greeted.
"Hey," he nodded.
"What are doing here? Doesn't seem like the most fun place to sit on your motorcycle," she smiled.
He shrugged a shoulder," Just watchin cars pass."
"I haven't seen you in like, two weeks," she put her hands on his chest, he looked down at them, "I think it's the longest you've gone without grabbing my ass. And other things I've come to expect from from our time together," she smirked.
"Yeah, been busy."
"I'd say we could go to my house, but my dad is home. He would not be very happy to see you."
"Probably not," he agreed quietly, still not looking at her.
She looked at his face, but continued, "I'm going to Ali's, I'm sure she'd only complain for about thirty seconds if you came with." She smirked at him. "Though she is kinda sick, and a little whiny, but she would probably be herself."
He looked back down, "No thanks." Part of his brain was telling him to get it over with, the other was yelling at him to stop, forget he ever was going to bring it up-forget he ever thought it. He saw her hands slip into his, and her body moved closer to him, in between his legs. She was practically radiating concern. Funny, you're concerned about how I am when I'm the one about to...
"Greg," her tone matched her body language, "tell me what's wrong. You're worrying me."
He screwed his eyes shut, trying to prepare himself for this, and all the while, this little voice kept saying "Don't do it, don't do it." Over and over again. Why is this so hard? I've done it before. "You didn't love them," the voice reminded. "Lisa, we need to break up."
He looked up, she was smiling. "Why, have you decided to run away with Jason? Whatever will I tell Miranda?"
His grip tightened slightly on her hands, "Lisa." He swallowed.
She didn't look happy or playful anymore. It was the absolute worst expression he had ever seen on her face. She looked confused and hurt. "Why?"
"Because we should."
Lisa started shaking her head. She stepped closer and her hands moved up his body to the back his head, "No, we're fine."
"We're great," he agreed sadly, "but we still should. I'm leaving in a week, we'll never see each other, we won't even be in the same state."
"I don't care," she shook her head. "As soon as school starts, I know that my dad will get me a car." She smiled, "Probably something to do with you being out of the state. I can come visit you over breaks."
"Lisa," he put a hand on one of her wrists, "you're young-" now he was just grabbing for stuff.
"Greg, I'm 16, please don't do this."
"You're not going to want to do this long distance, it doesn't matter how you feel about me. You can't go a day without kissing me, either that's because you want to kiss me, or you want your boyfriend to be affectionate with you. I can't do that in Maryland."
"I don't care," she insisted.
"Yes you do, you didn't like two weeks without me. But maybe not. Maybe you don't care right now, but you're trying to convince me of something, and you're stuborn, it isn't helping your judgement.
Her hands slid down as she took a few steps away from him, "Why are you doing this?"
"Because we need to."
She turned around, her head falling back, and took a few steps before facing him again. "You don't know what I need!" It looked like she was smiling, but he could tell she was just keeping the muscles in her face tight so she didn't start crying. His theory was priven when her mouth opened and a harsh breath escaped, also by seeing the moisture in her eyes. Please don't cry. "I want you. I don't need the physical stuff." He stood up and took a step away from his bike, she stood in front of him. She grabbed his jacket near his hips, "I can wait."
He looked up, then back at her with a frustrated and annoyed look on his face, and snapped, "Maybe I can't."
That was something she did not expect. Her mouth opened and she stepped away from him. "What?" Her voice was barely audible.
"Maybe I don't want to go 4 months without sex, then have to drive through two states to get some. I already waited nine months before you let me, 9 months for only 3 and a half months of sex."
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"So many things, but you knew that. You like it too, you like rebelling, and that's why you said yes to me You wanted rebellion."
Every emotion she felt was replaced by just one emotion. Rage. "Do you want to know why you were obsessed with me?" She invaded his space, for the first time, nothing in her entire body was attracted to him. Nothing. "Because I don't take your crap, and that gets you hot. Would you like to know why? Because you're a twisted, masochistic son of a bitch! You like bossy because you like being controlled-"
"You can't control me, you never could!"
"Oh yeah, you only spent everyday with me and took me to school functions to make me think I won?"
"I don't love you. I just said that to get into you pants. Harder than I thought it would be."
"Screw you."
He put his arms out to his sides, "When and where sweetheart? Be a lovely parting gifted. Though the first time I was a little disappointed I must say. I figured with that body and ass, there was no way you hadn't let any guys into your cookie jar. And even if you hadn't, I just couldn't stop thinking about how sweet it was going to be breaking you in."
He felt her hand connect to his left cheek. He didn't put his hand to his cheek. He wasn't surprised. "You win, I don't want you anywhere near me. You can go to hell. Have fun in Maryland, I'm sure Hopkins has plenty of naive teenage girls you can take advantage of." She started to turn, but whipped around and looked at him, "Or maybe you just want a blonde with big boobs. Sorry to waste your time. Brunette, big ass. Exact opposite." She walked away quickly. He saw her hand move up to her face, but go back to her side almost immediately. Don't cry.
Lisa ran through her front door and up the stairs. Her dad was standing by the stairs with a snack, and when his front door swung open and shut, his youngest daughter ran in. "Hey, I thought you were going to Ali's-" he stopped when he saw her face. It was briefly, she just glanced up and continued up the stairs. Her face was red and her eyes were puffy, "Sweetheart, what happened?" He called up the stairs.
He went back in the kitchen and set his food down on the counter, his wife closed the fridge and looked at him oddly. "What?"
"Lisa's crying." He left the room and climbed the stairs to his daughter's room.
Lisa was laying on her stomach with her face burried in her pillows, her knees pulled up slightly to the side. She was completely still, but she was white knuckling the pillow to keep it pressed to her face. He sat down next to her on the bed, and put his hand on her back. Lisa immediately sat up and burried her face in the side of his chest. "Daddy, I'm so sorry. You were right," she took deep, shakey breaths and cried into her father's shirt. "He said horrible things to me. He siad that we needed to break up, because he wanted to be able to whore around, and that, with my ass, there was no way there weren't any boys that had gotten into my cookie jar, and that I wasn't as easy as he thought I'd be." Her dad's jaw clamped shut tightly, but he managed to keep his arms securely, but gently around her. He told me, that even though he was wrong, and I was still a virgin, he just kept thinking about how sweet it would be breaking me in." It took everything in Dr. Richard Cuddy not to leave right now and kill a certain 6 foot tall asshole with a talent for hurting his baby girl. He just put his left hand on the side of her head, and rubbed his other hand up and down her back soothingly. Lisa gripped his shirt tighter, and sobbed, "I still love him Daddy. Make me stop." He didn't know what to say to that, so he just put his cheek on the top of her head and kept rubbing her back. "Why would he say those things?"
He moved his left hand to her cheek and sighed, "I don't know baby, I don't know."
One of her hands moved up to his and squeezed it. She made a noise that sounded like a muffled scream, he felt her unclench her jaw, "It hurts."
He wrapped his arms around her tighter, "I know sweetheart."
"Make it stop." Richard didn't have the heart to tell his baby girl that that was one of the few things he couldn't do, so he just rocked her gently.
Awhile later, he left her original room, leaving Lisa passed out on her pillows. He closed the door behind him and went down stairs. "How is she?"
"Well, as we've established, I've never been a teen age girl, but I think it's safe to say she feels like any teen age girl that has just been brutally broken up with." He shook his head, "I'm going to kill him."
His wife picked up the phone when it rang. "Hello? Ali, this is a very bad time, she's not coming over."
"...What'd he do?" She asked.
When Blythe House came home from the grocery store, she was surprised to see her son sitting at the dining room table, staring at it. She put down her bags, "What's wrong Greg?"
He looked up at her, "I messed up Mom."
"What'd you do sweetheart?"
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