Warning: This following paragraph is exclusively about me so if you don't care, you can skip it, I won't be mad...lol
Hi guys! I know, this took absolutely forever, I'm so sorry! But I've just been so occupied, it's crazy and completely abnormal for the summer's first week! A lot has happened to me since the last update: First, I totally rocked all my exams! Yay! Second, my hair is now green! Okay, not all my hair, just the last 2 inches or so, but it's still so cool! Third, I came back home one morning (cause I've beenpartying like almost every nightand now I'm soooo tired) to find that my mother had put all my stuff in garbage bags! She'd completely emptied the room, leaving only the furniture! Okay, I recon, my room was a bit messy (snorts), but isn't that a bit overreacting?And fourth, on a slightly less happy note,I went to see a doctor this morning (cause I've been having constant headaches for about 3 years) and he told me I had to go to the hospital to draw blood and scan my brain...I just hope the doctors will be as cute as in House!
Ok so here's an update! These are the 3 new chapters (well, maybe more 2 and half cause the sixth one is really tiny) and I'll really try to update soon, I swear I will! It should really be calmer now (or I hope it will!) So Enjoy!
Wilson was sitting on the roof, gazing at the dark sky. He seemed to be lost in thoughts, asking the stars for answers to his questions. He was so cold. All he wanted was to go back in the building and listen to House being his usual insensitive bastard and vaguely try to steer him towards path of kindness. But House had said that he should try to figure some things out.
So he stayed where he was and replayed the evening over and over in his head. It had been a weird night. Well, if he was honest with himself, he'd been the one with the unusual attitude.
But it had felt good. And somehow right. All of it.
For once, Wilson hadn't been analyzing all that was done and said. He hadn't been following the exact script. For once, he'd just followed the impulse of the moment and did what his guts were telling him to do without pondering on the possible consequences.
He'd lied to House at the beginning of the evening when he'd said the exits were locked. He'd only intended to scare him for a minute, just to see his so cool friend off-balance for once. But then House and thrown a tantrum and went to hide and pout in his office, and Wilson had forgotten about his lie, and when he'd remembered, he'd realized he was having too much fun and had no desire at all to go back home and fight AGAIN with his wife over the same pointless things.
That was when they were making a mess of Cuddy's office. He'd found he didn't want to give this feeling up. And when they'd gone in the cafeteria, when he was eating that yogurt, he'd enjoyed making House uneasy. No, uneasy wasn't the word. House had seemed…well, the only word Wilson could think of was…aroused. From the way his wide eyes had been flowed with hunger and desire as he stared at the fingers disappearing into his mouth. And Wilson had felt thrilled top know he could have such an effect on his usually cold and poker-faced friend. In fact, he'd probably enjoyed the feeling far more than he should've, but it had been a long time since anything – anyone – had made him feel so alive.
And then on the roof. They were both well into the process of getting properly pissed and having a slurred and probably mostly incoherent conversation when Wilson had found his eyes locked in the blue ones of his companion, and their faces only centimeters apart. And in that silent and still moment, when it had felt like they were the only people awake in the night, and he could feel House's breath on his lips, he'd realized he wanted to kiss his best friend. Badly. And that he'd wanted to for a very long time.
Wilson had been slowly leaning towards the other man's mouth when he'd started going on about romance, and what the fuck? Wilson had realized what he'd been about to do and what a horrible mistake it would've been, because House wasn't gay, was he? For all he knew, he was probably still in love with Stacy, and anyway, he himself wasn't attracted to men either, was he?
He'd almost managed to convince himself when House had said that he knew Wilson had lied, and Wilson's brain had just frozen, and he could think was "Oh man, oh man, he knows, he knows, oh man, I'm so screwed…" and House had gotten up and made some stupid remark about his neck or something, and then he was gone, and Wilson was left with a huge question mark above his head.
So…now he had to think. The evening had proven he enjoyed turning his friend on, and that he wanted nothing more than to squash those lips against his and shut him up for a minute. And he definitively found him attractive; that kind of manly unshaved gruffly look was just hot.
Now that Wilson thought about it, it was really quite obvious. 'Alright, then', he thought to himself. 'I've fallen for my male and probably heterosexual best friend.' He surprised himself by how calm and rational he was being about it all. The next question was: What to do about it? Did House want him too? Well, he'd seemed interested enough in the cafeteria. And he'd said to come back in when he was done thinking. Which could mean he was waiting for him!
Wilson got up and wiped the dirt off the back of his pants. No time to waste. He checked his watch. 3h30. Enough time before the arrival of the first employees for…whatever would happen. He started down the stairs. No matter the risks of being rejected and laughed at by House, he was going to try and see what happened. Because if it worked, it would be so worth it.
