Disclaimer: Uh, don't legally need one...yet. You'll see. Only disclaimer needed now is, well, STAY AWAY FROM HOUSE...HE'S OURS! WE SAW YOU LOOKING AT HIM! BACK OFF!
So without any further delay: The story that you'll sympathize with…
Prologue: "H.A.A."
"Uh, hi." The girl cleared her throat, looking nervously around the room at the people staring at her. She ran her hand nervously through her short brown hair and stared at the redhead next to her for support, only to find a similar look to what she was feeling: terrified and in bad need of a fix.
"Yeah, uh...We're jeevesandwooster..."
"Hi, jeevesandwooster" chorused the rocking masses.
"Hah, uh, mmhmm..." she cleared her throat and looked at her friend again, who was staring at her Converse high-tops, "like I said, we're jeevesandwooster and we've been, uh, House-free for about, uh, two hours now." General congratulatory mumbling filled the room.
"Hah! That's better than I'VE done!" yelled someone in the back, "I've got a mini-DVD player back here and I'm watching the episode with Carmen Electra right now!"
Silence in the room.
"Th-that's our favorite episode..." the redhead spoke up at last, looking at her friend with wide eyes.
And then mayhem erupted as fistfights broke out all over the room for the best view around the guy with the DVD player.
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So much for "House Addicts Anonymous"...
Moral of the story: There's no hope for us...so we might as well continue obsessing.
Ok everyone, I KNOW this isn't TECHNICALLY fanfiction...yet. This is the prologue for a series of rather...interesting conversations and daydreams, some real and some fictional, detailing a pair of friends' obsession. Some fanfic may play in later. We just wanted to do something...I dunno, goofy? What do you think Jeeves? Is goofy the word I'm searching for? Without a doubt, sir. Alright, very well. Don't hate us. Use our review board as a chance to chat obsessively and share YOUR ridiculous daydreams.
Tomorrow's ridic. daydream: Hugh Laurie's car breaks down...