Chapter 7
"Cameron," House said, doing his best jogging impression, trying to catch up with her. She ignored him, and he couldn't blame her for doing so. Would he believe Cuddy if she told him his girlfriend-yeah, right- sold drugs? Well, would he?
"I would now, anyways," House said out-loud to himself.
"What was that?" Cameron turned on her heel. She probably thought he had said something degrading or insulting. He couldn't blame her for that assumption, ether.
"At last! She speaks!" House said, trying to joke. Cameron got in the elevator; House made a lunge to get in next to her, but she blocked him with her arm.
"No. What ever it is you're trying to tell me, I don't care. I know Foreman told you about my date with Taylor; I could see that a mile away. But, I swear to god, Greg, if you do anything funny…" She had purposely put emphasis on 'Greg,' just to scare the hell out of him. Before she could finish, the doors closed and Cameron was no more.
Dr. House sighed and turned around, and began walking back to his office. Allison Cameron was not one to reason with; nor would she ever be. But he had to try…and he had failed. He passed Cuddy in the hall, arms pressed tightly against her sides.
"What's up, Dr. Cuddy?" He asked, trying to be (though the word made him quiver) sweet.
"I am…doing better." She said, her eyes ever so slightly red and puffy. This made House practically fume.
"Good." He didn't say anything more, but continued to walk to his office.
"House?" Cuddy called after him. "Where are you going?"
He gave a quick, half smile. "To make a phone call. I have a rendezvous with destiny."
Allison Cameron carefully examined each and every gentleman that walked through the red oak doors of D. Lowe Madison's Cajun Food. It didn't sound like a very nice restaurant, but the service was superb and the food its self was freaking awesome. So, quietly, in a black and red crushed velvet dress (with pretty trimming on the front), black high-heeled shoes and hair in an intricate bun, she watched. What Cameron didn't know, however, was that someone was watching her.
Finally, at about 7:20, she saw her date arrive and check in with the waiter at the front. Cameron smiled and waved, but didn't have the inclination to run up and greet him like she would have otherwise. She was still thinking about what House and Wilson had said.
Did she really believe this nice, sweet; perfect man could possibly hurt her? Could she possibly believe that his name wasn't even Taylor? She chose not to believe them. But, would House lie to her?
What was she thinking! Of course he would! In a heartbeat he would tell her some B.S. because he was jealous. House was so juvenile like that.
"Good evening, Allison," Taylor spoke in a chipper voice.
"Good evening to you, too," Cameron said. She was surprised at her own words; they had a tint of trouble in them. The matter behind the words was a question waiting to be asked. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Taylor, what's your real name?"
Arnold's head shot up from the menu, his face lightly pink. "Taylor Benjamin Arnold, ma'am." He said, saluting her like a drill sergeant.
Cameron blushed. "I'm so sorry I asked, hon. I just…flipped out."
"Why?" His voice was barely kidding, and much more serious.
"Oh, this stupid doctor…at work…Dr. House…told me…this fake story. It was so obviously fake, but I just had to make sure." She paused, taking in a sharp breath. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
Taylor smiled. "No, never. I love you, Allison Cameron. You can trust me, because I trust you."
Cameron sat up straight. "You do? You love me?"
"Yes."
"Oh. And…and I love you, Taylor Arnold," she said awkwardly. It was a lie. She wanted to love him, really she did, but something was holding her back. The allegations? No. It was House. He was holding her back, and she didn't even know why.
"Well, as long as we're being honest…" Cameron said, giggling and leaning in closer, so no body else could hear her. She took a sip of her water in the crystal glass before speaking.
"Once, a long time ago, I liked House."
Taylor smirked. "Why?"
Cameron giggled again, trying not to get too giddy. "I don't know. I feel like such an idiot now."
"He doesn't seem like a very nice guy."
"That's what he said about you." They both laughed. Suddenly, Taylor took her hand.
"Well, you can forget him now. It's just us." Since they're faces were already so close together, it wasn't much for him to lean in and kiss her. Just before their lips connected, Cameron tried once more to look deep into his eyes; to be lost inside them. Alas, it didn't happen. Then, she felt a hand on her thigh. She drew back.
"Ow." Taylor said, his hand flying up to his mouth, as if he had been bitten.
The hand was removed.
"What was that?" She asked, confusion and anger pulsing through her veins.
"Sorry, I just thought…"
"Well, don't. I'm just…not ready."
"Okay, Allison, chill out."
"Sorry."
Taylor wasn't bleeding, so he leaned in again, in hopes to kiss her. Cameron's mental little red flag went up, but despite Jiminy Cricket's warning, she ignored it. She felt the hand again, however, on her leg, under the table. She pulled out of the kiss once more.
"I thought I told you, no," Cameron said, this time grabbing his hand and holding it tightly.
"Fine then! Ow, you'll break my hand!" He muttered something that sounded like 'bitch.'
"What the hell did you just call me?"
"Nothing, Allison! Nothing. Calm down."
Now Cameron's little red flag was being thrashed about, desperately trying to get her attention.
"Stop, alright, or I'm leaving," Cameron warned.
"Fine," Arnold said, exasperated. Cameron hurriedly scanned the menu and ordered. They both sat in silence until the food arrived. Half way through the meal, Taylor dared to speak again.
"I like that dress a lot. It looks very good on you."
Cameron blushed. "Why, thank you. That was very nice of you to mention." She smiled.
"Take off the scarf," Taylor commanded, motioning to the scarf Cameron had draped around her shoulders to keep her warm.
Cameron was about to spear a leaf of lettuce in her salad, but paused.
"I'd rather not."
"Why not?"
"I just don't want to. I'm cold."
"Take it off; I want to see the top part of the dress."
"You can see it just fine with the scarf- all you're missing are my shoulders."
"Then I want to see your shoulders.
"I just told you, Taylor, no." She looked him in the shallow eye. Before she could stop him, he had lunged at her scarf, and ended up tearing the thin strap of her dress. She gasped.
"What the hell?" She said, a lot louder than she had intended to. Everyone in the restaurant turned to look at her. "Can't you just take a hint, Arnold? NO!" She rose up out of her chair as she said this.
"Alright, Allison! Alright!" He said, throwing down his menu and standing up as well. He was trying to lunge for her, but she stabbed his hand with a fork. Suddenly, in the back, a menu fell to the ground and the tabled almost toppled over as a tall man with a cane tried to come to the assist of the young damsel in distress. As all of this was happening, a team of policeman practically burst down the door, demanding to know where Ryan Enkelmann was.
Oh! The cliff hanger to end all cliff hanger. Update soon, unless you don't want me to…