"It Doesn't Hurt to Love"
Chapter 4- I am just Hurting Myself
authors note: thanks for all the reviews! please enjoy this chapter, I made it longer then the rest. for all you house/cameron supporters, some parts may not be enjoyable for you. I had to include them, to make the story intresting and not so mushy. enjoy!
Dr. Allison Cameron is not the type that wakes up in someone else's room quite often. It took her about a minute, to realize she was at her Boss's place in his guest bedroom. The smell of burnt eggs and bacon tipped her off. She rolled out of bed. Cameron cringed atsight of her outfit: navy blue business pants, a matching jacket, and a pair of black stilettos. The thing that disgusted her was that she smelled after wearing the same pair clothes all of yesterday and most of today.On that note,she crept into Greg's room and opened the drawers. Rummaging through his things, she realized he had no fashion sense what so ever. But she was desperate. Soon her search was over, she found grey Reebok sweat pants (which couldn't possibly fit him anymore they were so small) and a white t-shirt which read 'Carney's Irish Pub'. She quickly retreated back to the guest room and changed. Throwing her work clothes into her bag, she walked out the door into the kitchen where a plate of burnt breakfast was waiting for her.
"I thought you weren't planning on waking up today. It's 1:00 you know." helooked at her."Hey, those are my clothes you stealer! First my fries, then this!"
She looked at her watch. "Oh, sorry. I didn't want to wear the same clothes two days in a row, so I stole yours."
"They look greatwith those heels, why didn't I think of that?" he said "I'll drive you back to the hospital soon to get your keys"
She picked at the burnt food. "You a real cook"
"Thanks" he looked at the plate he made himself, and threw it in the trash. "I am not letting you take my clothes with you.."
"So what am I supposed to do? Walk around in my bra and panties?"
"I wouldn't mind at all." he laughed
"Lets go shopping. I know you don't want to but... I have to. I just got paid yesterday, andso did you. it would be a shame for my hard earned money not to be spent. The mall is calling me" she said as she pushed her plate away.
"I liked the walking around in your underwear idea better"
"Well I don't . You have any sneakers I can wear, just until I buy another outfit?"
"In my closet"
They drove to the nearest mall, which was packed with college kids. It was a nice sunny day, people should of been at the beach. They entered 'Macy's' because Cameron had her eyes on a new pair of 'Juicy Couture' sweats for awhile.While theybrowsed the store, Cameron picked out everything she liked. House's eyes popped out of his head at the price on the tags.
"You get paid more then me? You must? You can afford this crap? I am your boss.. this is impossible. Have you been robbing banks? Cuddy must give you little tips huh?" He asked.
"No I don't, Greg. You should know. I am not buying all of this, I gotta try stuff on. Here hold this" She plopped her pile of clothes over his free hand. He was now her personal coat hanger. He moaned. They had been shopping for about an hour. This was hell for him. She walked into the dressing room with a pair of lavendersweats.
"I am having a miserable time"he shouted to her.
"Good, I'm glad.. Now how is this?" After a quick change she walked out of the dressing room and modeledthem forGreg.
"Great. Take it. Lets go." he moaned. Rolling her eyes, she went back to the dressing room. She tried the velvet sweats in red, blue,green and even bubble gum pink but she liked the lavender ones the best.
"OK. I am taking the purple ones. Oh, look at these jeans." she made her way to the sales rack. "Look they're hundred dollars off.I'll be right back"
House groaned again. The jeans were originally $250 but cut to $150, she just had to get them. Expensive yes, because they were designer, but a sale like that, was a once in a life time.
When she came out of the dressing room his jaw dropped. They were tight, but with her body, they looked perfect. Cameron spun around a few times.
"They aren't to tight are they?"
"Your ass looks fantastic." his eyes lit up. Taking both hands she covered her butt and stomped back into the dressing room. No way was he going to get away staring at her like that. After changing back to his sweat pants and shirt, she found a nice black polo shirt with a pink pony to go along with her jeans. She insisted they took a trip to the Men's section soHouse could get something out of it.
"Believe me, I got everything I needed out of this trip" he laughed.
She picked him out a nice Ralph Lauren button down long sleeved shirt. Light green, because he had almost every other color. They both paid. Her bill coming out to over $300. His came to as little as $45. Most girls would expect that their male counterpart would pay some of her own bill, or at least offer to. Knowing Gregory House, that thought didn't cross her mind. Before they left 'Macy's' she made sure to change into a new outfit. She had no choice but to where the jeans and polo shirt, because the sweats wouldn't go with her heels (which were in he bag the whole time). As they walked through the mall, window shopping, in typical male style, he kept trying to walk behind her. Now she lightened up, so all she did was laugh and push him playfully forward. They visited the food court and shared a small pie of pizza. It was 5:00 PM and they decided to catch a movie.
"After forcing my to go on that interesting shopping voyage with you, at least let me pick the movie." he said, tapping his cane in boredom.
"Alright."
"One senior citizen and one child for the 'War of the Worlds' please" he said. Cameron hit his arm. The teenaged, pimple covered, ticket collector rolled his eyes.
"Two adults for the War of the Worlds it is." he handed them the ticket. They got two small Cokes and one large bucket of popcorn. Inside, the two doctors took a seat in the back. House had a ball, even before the movie started. He was throwing popcorn at a group of 'tween' boys in the front row. Every time, the boys looked back, cursed, and looked around trying to find who was doing it. They never expected the guy with the cane.He started to laugh.
"Greg, act your age not your shoe size. Your going to get us kicked out of here." she scolded him like she was his mother.
"For you information, I have a size twelve. I am acting more mature then a twelve year old, right?"
"Wow a twelve is big"
"A big shoe size means big feet. You know what Big feet means? It means I have..."
"Greg, for the sake of what little sanity I have left. Don't finish that sentence." she laughed.
"Allison! Big feet means I have big socks! Big socks! What did you think I was going to say? Huh? You got a dirty mind little girl"
"The movie is starting.By the way, I am scared of scary movies. Is this scary?"
"Just about Aliens taking over the world. All humanity ends. Nothing scary." he looked at her. She sunk into her seat. The whole movie consisted of her grabbing onto his arm and closing her eyes. He on the other hand, started laughing during the bad parts. She flinched and and threw her arms around him when something disturbing happened, he replied with a sarcastic comment.
"Thanks for comforting me the whole movie House. Your crude comments really helped. Can you take anything seriously?" she said in the same sarcastic tone as he always used as they exited the theater.
"Hey, the whole movie was serious. It needed some comedy."
"You picked, it not me"
They entered his car. She got used to the silence of their car rides. She had something on her mind. Something, she needed to talk over with him. Cameron knew she had to interrupt the silence.
"Greg, we need to talk."
"About what? Aliens? Don't worry, they're not going to abduct you.Tell you what, I'll make sure of it personally myself. I'll make you a little tin foil hat. They can't read your mind that way."
"No Greg. About last night"
"Yes. We should talk about it. That diner food was awful! Lets file a complaint"
"Can you take anything seriously! Can you listen for one minute of your life! Not everything is a joke, Greg! We kissed last night! We kissed! Not just a meaningless peck either. Knowing you, you want to forget about it. Well, I can't forget. I felt something." Cameron was screaming now. She suddenly stopped, realizing she was babbling. Greg focused on the road. He was going to suggest that they talk about it later, but she obviously in in some kind of mood.
"Cameron, I could say, I didn't feel anything. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing." he said, managing to look at her and still drive "But I would be lying. I am not really, OK with a relationship now."
"Greg, don't tell me you are afraid of getting hurt! Not every girl is like Stacy, I am not like Stacy. It doesn't hurt to love."
"And not every guy is like Brian or whatever his name is!" his tone matched hers. "Speaking of him, you were with him out of pity, because he was dying right? How do I know you aren't with me out of pity. Look at me. I am one sad case of a man."
Her eyes filled with tears now. "I didn't marry him out of pity! I liked him. He was my best friend. It was his last request... but I never... how dare you bring him into this! You are not a sad case of a man. Greg, you are pretty much a genius, attractive, and are one of the best doctors specializing in nephology and diagnostics in the nation. You are extremely talented. You make me laugh and there is never a dull moment around you. I admire you Greg." He was ashamed now. She was sincere. This wasn't just a little crush. He jumped to conclusions. Some how, he had to tell her, that he wanted her to stay. Not only that, but to be with him.
"Drop me off at the hospital, so I can get my car. Its dark and its best I should go home. It was a nice weekend. Best I had in a long time, I have to admit. Its best to end it this way, before it gets worse. Before anyone gets hurt." she was still crying but trying to be strong. Not saying a word, they took a detour to the hospital. In the parking lot, she grabbed her bags and said good bye to him. House hit his head against the steering wheel. He watched her walk to her car.Then popped a pill of Vicodin. It started to rain now. He couldn't let her leave. House opened the door, and grabbed his cane and made his way over to hersilver car. Taking another look at the man standing by her door, made her heart sink. Unwillingly she lowered the window.
"You can't leave now."
"Greg, now why can't I?" her face was drenched in mascara.
"You were right. I am afraid of getting hurt. In my defense, thats why I hurt you. I shouldn't of said that. I shouldn't of. It's not right. Allison Cameron... I like you. I said it, alright. I like you. A lot. More than I ever liked Stacy. She wasn't the only one who screwed our relationship up. It was also my fault. Right now, I feel, that I am just screwed up what we could of have."
Cameron was speechless, because what he just said, meant so much to her. House probably never said anything like that to any other girl in his life. She opened the car door and got out. She flew her arms around him.
"I am sorry."
"You don't need to say anything" he said. Just like that. In the parking lot of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital on a rainy Saturday night they became locked in a deep kiss.
author's note- thisisn't the end! a lot more to come! hope you liked how it turned around at the very end.