Hey Everyone! Here is the next part, which will be split into two, because it went longer than expected. So the next part will probably be up tomorrow. Thank you so much for the reviews they make me so happy lol. Anyways enjoy!
Two Weeks to Notice:
Day 6
It's Saturday, and you're contemplating calling in sick today. Your not sick, so why would you? Probably because there are butterflies flying around recklessly inside your stomach and you have no idea what to wear.
You shuffle through the cupboards looking for some coffee. Even though there is always coffee at work, you decide this morning you need a boost. Something that will give you a good kick in the ass to get you going; to make sure that you will go through with this plan of yours.
You've decided on wearing a knee length skirt, it is black and slimming…even though you are thin already. Your top is low, but tasteful and your hair is up in a loose curly bun.
You look in the mirror quickly before grabbing your keys and downing the rest of the coffee in your mug. Decent, you look pretty but as if you didn't mean to.
Yu rush out the door in a hurry and your nylons snag on a nail in the door. "Shit!" You curse out loud and close the door hard behind you, causing it to make a sound that echoes through the still street.
No one else is up at this hour and you wonder to yourself if House will even be there yet. You pray that he won't, because if he isn't your plan can be out into full speed, and he won't be there distracting you. If the something you want is too close to you, you lose your focus. And with House that statement is nothing but true.
You drive at a steady pace to work, watching as the small Houses go by in a blur, it is starting to rain and you curse for the second time today.
You arrive at work early, much earlier than you had ever been there. Except the times you had come in to get away from your own boring life outside of work. Not that your life didn't consist of any fun, but you rarely got out, and when you did mistakes were usually made.
Sitting in the conference room you sit by yourself, seeing as Foreman and Chase are off today, enjoying their lives with their girlfriends. Shaking your head out of the pity you are giving yourself you stand to grab some coffee. It hasn't been made yet. Right, because you make the coffee. Shouldn't have come as a surprise.
Sipping at the freshly brewed coffee steaming in between both of your hands you watch the liquid fall back and forth pondering your next move.
Instead of mulling over your options you decide to go with 'plan A'.
You walk fast to the patient's room, your hair flying behind you that's how fast you are walking, and you are especially grateful no one is there to see you, because you stumble over your feet and have to hold onto the wall for support. Nerves getting the best of you?
Your heart beats harder and harder against your chest as you make your way through the door and sit down beside the man. He was sleeping, but he woke up as soon as you were seated.
His eyes are staring up at you and you have no idea what to say or do. So instead of doing anything you give him a brief smile and make your way towards the door.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" The man calls out and you stop and briskly turn around on your heel. You almost stumble once more but steady yourself before you do.
"Excuse me?" You ask as if you didn't quite hear him right. You know exactly what he had just said but didn't want to let it sink in quite yet.
Your head is spinning as you know this is exactly how you wanted your plan to work.
"I was just wondering if you were single." The man looks down, he is blushing and Cameron grimaces. She wished that she hadn't started this. She didn't need to use jealousy to get to House.
"No," You shake your head for a second as if trying to get your thoughts straight inside.
"I mean, no to having a boyfriend, but the thing is," you start.
"That you don't want to date me." He finishes for you, and you can see he looks rejected. You can't see why you just met the guy; his expectations shouldn't have been so high.
"No, that's not it, it's just that it wouldn't feel right to," You put your hands in the air trying to explain yourself before you looked at him with puppy dog eyes that could fix anything.
"I understand, but would it feel right to date your boss?" He asked, with a grin planted on his face.
"I don't think that's any of your business." You reply firmly, crossing your arms in obvious defense.
"What's none of his business?" House asked coming up beside you.
You smile at him and reply sweetly, "It's nothing House, I've got clinic hours to do," You pat his shoulder as you walk out, expecting the conversation between the two of you to be over.
You wince and you shoulders tense as you hear that familiar sound of House's cane coming up quickly behind you.
"What House?" You turn around on your heal and look at him annoyed, although you love looking into his playful blue eyes everyday at work, and fighting with him about stupid, insignificant things.
"I asked you a question and you didn't answer me, I want to know." He said staring her down like he was as serious as death itself.
"Yes, and I clearly remember telling you…nothing." You pause and look him up and down; he's wearing dark jeans and a black shirt under a brown coat. He looks handsome.
"But I clearly remember it wasn't nothing," He says, looking you square in the eye and gives you his trademark smirk. You dream about that face of his.
"How would you know," You look up at him accusingly and click your heal against the ground frustrated.
"Because I heard your whole conversation," he says and smiles at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You were spying on me!" You yell at him, and his smirk widens.
"Yes, and stop clicking your heal like that, your turning into Cuddy." House pretended to shudder at the mere thought of his boss, and you can't help but smile just a little.
"So then I guess you heard that I turned that guy down huh? And that he asked me if you and I had you know…" You lean in closer, licking your lips suggestively and you can almost see him drooling.
"If we had what?" he asks, following close behind you as you are now walking away from him.
"You know had sex, I told him that it was none of his business." You lie and watch as House's brain goes into overdrive, like House had said before 'if you look the way you do, and you say what you said, meaning sex, you have to be aware of the effects that it's gunna have on men.'
This time you do know what the effect is.
House stood there with a dumb look on his face, trying to figure out what just happened. You now had the upper hand.
"I'm kidding House, and no this is not some kind of professional power play."
You smile at the thought, and so does he, remembering the exact time that he had said that to you, and how much fun he had watching Chase squirm when you were around. Chase couldn't handle the mention of sex from you, but he thought that he could.
Now it is a game between the both of you.
You are walking down the hall now out of sight and he watches your retreating form.
"Ca-mer-on!" You hear him say, in his incredibly cute whiny voice that he is usually using on Cuddy.
"No House I'm not going to tell you what he actually asked. Go do your clinic Hours!" You yell back to him.
"Clinic isn't open yet!" he yells back loudly and you stop, 'crap'. Now he knew you weren't going to the clinic the whole time.
You smile back at him as you hear him mumble a few more things. "And stop acting like Cuddy, it creeps me out."
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