Author's Note: I was bored. So ladies and gentlemen, and anyone else it may concern, I decided to write an encore chapter for TYKTWD! I really have no idea what this will include, but I hope you like whatever it turns out to be!
"And at this dinner you don't plan on any bitter lecture or overreacting about how nice her shoes are?"
"No, I think I actually want this one to work out."
"Oh god, you're so happy…it's frightening." She said laughing
"And it's frightening that that's all it takes to frighten you."
"Ah yes, but keep in mind I can look a spider right in the eye without flinching."
"I'm very proud of you, I'm sure many girls your age would cower in fear of a spider, but you, you would stand up to such a spider."
"Well…it would be more like I was stomping up to the spider, but yes I am extremely brave. And I'm very proud of you too."
"…Why's that?" He turned to her briefly while stopping at a red light.
"Other than the completely obvious, I'm proud because we really accomplished a lot today, we touched people's lived, saved people and learned bob's middle name, I'm proud of us."
"Right, of course, we're the man."
"…And of course the fact that you've finally gotten over yourself and your issues and have asked someone out on an actual date…"
"What do you-" House jerked his head towards his niece out of surprise from her comment.
"Sweet Jesus! Keep your eyes on the road jackass…it's not like I told you I was pregnant or joining clown college or something" Angie used her left hand and pushed his face from her own and towards the car's windshield. "Dude, you're the dumbest smart person I know." Angie laughed at him.
"…Did you just say 'dude'?" He was in a slight state of disbelief.
"Duh, dude. Are we there yet?" She shifted in her seat.
"Almost, and if you repeat that same question I'll take the cushions off the couch."
"That's just cruel, but sadly not unusual for you." Angie frowned and sat quietly for the rest of the ride to her uncle's home. And eventually they were there, they both got out of the car and Angela yawned.
"Okay kid, get your junk out of the trunk, than you can come in the house and fix up the couch to sleep on." House carried in his little bag in which he brings back and forth to work important things like his GameBoy.
"Fine, I'll put my junk in your junk infested house, you junkie." She pulled out from the trunk of the car a quilt, pillow and purse with an mp3 player, incase her uncle's music got annoying. She marched over and entered the house, then unceremoniously dropped everything she had been carrying onto the couch.
"Hey, don't take it out on the couch, he doesn't deserve that. You want pizza? I could get us pizza." House called out from his room.
"Yeah." Angie yelled back as she started to unfold her blanket.
Angela sat down on the couch, glanced around the room and had an epiphany, "Your house is boring."
"I'm glad you think so. So what do you want to do before the pizza comes?"
"There is nothing to do. Your house is boring. Pay attention"
"You'd think I'd be offended by someone saying my house is boring compared to a hospital elevator." He sat down next to her on a chair by the couch.
"Yes, you'd think so, wouldn't you…so…why do you like her?" Angie asked nonchalantly, examining in close detail the hideous state of her cuticles.
He tipped his head to the side in concentration, "She has pretty hair."
"Well that's clearly going to lead to a long lasting relation ship. You like her hair. Is there anything you'd like to add, or are you simply planning on reaping the benefits of being seen with such a nice head of hair?"
"Well, why does anyone like her? She's smart, she's nice, a little too nice at times, but I've forgiven her, for now. She kind of lacks a sense of humor, but I think I'll rub off on her." House had rested his cane on the coffee table and leaned back comfortably in the armchair, while Angie leaned forward slightly.
Angie chose to ignore the obvious joke, "Even the dullest people, after spending too much time with you, can develop a sense of sarcasm."
"You being a perfect example." He smirked.
"I was never dull, I'm exciting in my own way. Well…at least you've found someone that likes you. As I'm sure you've noticed, it'll be a long time before you have your own fan club, not many people like you."
"Wilson…my mommy…and you, you like me." House gloated, sounding very proud of the three people that he could come up with.
"…Not really."
"What do you mean?" House frowned and looked at Angela.
"Sometimes even I don't like you, I love you, sure, and I'm quite fond of you, but you can just drive a person insane sometimes."
"What can I say…it's a gift." House grinned smugly and got up and headed to his CD collection.
"I hope you kept the receipt…how long did they say the pizza would be? I think my stomach is trying to eat itself." She characteristically rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Oh, hang in there, I'm sure you'll make it, I believe in you. And the guy on the phone said it would be about half an hour, but when I said I was a drug dealer he said that he would see what he could do to hurry it up."
"Do you think he realizes 'drug dealer' is a crazy person's way of saying 'man who gives prescriptions'?"
"I doubt it…I think he was a little too intoxicated at the time to be realizing anything." He said, while glancing back at her every now and then as he casually leafing through his CDs.
"Hopefully he was sober enough to realize that we wanted pizza and not…whatever he thought you meant by the word 'pizza'." She adjusted the earphones and began listening to music as soon as she saw her uncle was about to put on one of his CDs.
House placed a CD in the player and stood by patiently awaiting the music to start. Angela rolled her eyes and turned up the volume a little on her mp3 player, she stopped the second she realized what her uncle was listening to. The Who's My Generation, exactly what she had been listening to. She shook her head and turned her music off.
A/N: Well…I hope you liked it. If you haven't already, proceed to Snakes and Ladders and if you have I'm just starting chapter 14.