This is the first story out of a series Ashley and I are making. They're a bunch of different Holiday parties. This one in the Fourth of July swim party. Let me know what you think. 

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You're invited!

Who: You

When: July 4th from 1 p.m. - 10 p.m.

Where: At Lisa Cuddy's House

What: A 4th of July swim party.

Make sure you bring your bathing suite and a large appetite. There will be many games and fun activities to do. As well as a large selection of delicious gourmet food (And yes House, there will be plenty of beer). Please R.S.V.P. by July 1st. Call this number 468-7363

Sincerely,

Lisa Cuddy

The letter had arrived two days ago in the mail and he had stared at it for quiet some time debating on what to do. House's eyes fell upon his lousy wooden cane; he could just imagine the people staring at his leg. Although…seeing him in his Speedo might distract them from his leg. Or he could just wear board shorts, after all every other cool guy does it. He looked around his house, and then he found it, his phone. He looked off the paper and gently pressed in the numbers 468-7363. The phone started to ring.

"Hello, this is Lisa Cuddy" Said a sweet and womanly voice on the other line.

"What's that?" House asked into the phone.

"What's what House?" She asked now with a completely normal voice.

"That. Why do you answer your phone all girly? And then if you know who it is you just use your normal voice? Are you expecting someone? Oh, is he cute? And I mean not just that cute looking body, I mean is he hot-real hot! Do you ever wish he was-"

"What is it that you want?" she asked getting annoyed with his rants.

"I wanted to talk to you about your party; you know the one you sent out invitations for. You know the cute paper with red, white and, blue fireworks on it. Yes, that party."

"Are you actually R.S.V.P-ing?" she asked shocked just thinking about him caring to let someone know something that didn't benefit him.

"Nope. I just want to let you know I find them COMPLETELY offensive. Seriously! I mean come on! You know I don't drink, because everyone knows you shouldn't mix Vicodin and Alcohol." He said into the phone. "Oh and do you know what your phone number spells out?"

"No, but please enlighten me." She said sarcasm raging through her voice.

"H-O-…never mind. You figure it out on your own. And don't go asking Wilson, he's part of the friendship club, and we never let secrets leave our friendship club!" he hung up the phone.

Her phone started to ring again and again and again. People calling to tell whether or not they were going to be able to make it to the party that was in three days. Many of the people that she hoped were going to come were, in fact, few weren't coming. The whole hospital wasn't invited, only a selective amount of people. It really wasn't the hospital's 4th of July party. It was Lisa Cuddy's 4th of July party. Her phone rang again.

"Hello this is Lisa Cuddy" she said hoping it would be another 'yes'.

"You did it again! You know your normal voice is soooooooo much better then that little girly one of yours." Much to her dismay and yet pleasure the other line was home to Gregory House.

"What is it that you want?" she asked pretending to be oh so annoyed with him.

"Did you figure it out?" he inquired her.

"What?" She asked back, there was no answer. Still no answer.

"The phone's slippery, it fell. Wilson says he can go to your little get together thingy. He's over here right now. Because I now have something you don't have!" he said tauntingly into the phone.

"And that would be…"

"A plasma screen T.V. AND an X Box360! HA!" he laughed into the phone.

"Lovely. Is there any other reason you called?"

"Yup. Uhm, why is House capitalized?" he asked.

"Because it's you name and…"

"No, the one on the invitation, it says "Lisa Cuddy's" capital H, ouse."

"I don't know. Typo." She said trying to think of why she did do that.

Yet again there was silence on the other line. "Did you drop the phone again? Hello. Hello. HELLO!"

"I hear you…but I don't care. I'm playing Halo2…Wilson's winning. He'll see you in three days. Bye" as he hung up she hear him yell "Hell no!" and then a woosh of a gun being shot at another character.