I've had this written for a few weeks, but I've been busy. There was a Renaissance Fair by my house and I had a super time, even though it was 107 degrees outside. I've never been so tired in my life. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I'm looking foward to all the great reveiws. And to the next chapter!
They'd been driving for almost 20 minutes when Cameron decided to unfold her arms and relax. Staying mad at Greg House was very difficult, especially when she couldn't avoid him.
'Where are we going?'
'Shh.'
'But I -'
'Does "shh" not make sense to you? We're almost there' House added, noticing the annoyed expression start to return to Cameron's beautiful face.
About five minutes later they pulled into a parking lot of a shopping center. Cameron scanned the buildings. Grocery store. Bar. Bowling alley. Motorcycle dealer. She pushed her finger against her closed eye lids. What was I thinking? But House didn't pull in front of the motorcycle place, he drove past it two lots down. The bowling alley. Cameron's face was stuck. She stared at the huge neon sign until the loud bang of the drivers side door closing made her jump.
'Are you coming? because I'd rather go home.'
All she could do was smile. Cameron couldn't imagine her boss doing much of anything outside of work that wasn't drinking or maybe video games, let alone bowling.
'I can't believe you're taking me bowling House!' she beamed.
Bowling? They have a killer arcade and nachos.'
'Oh.' Cameron's spirits dropped a little as they entered the bowling alley, but she wasn't going to let video games ruin her her night out with House. 'Cool. I wonder if the have "House of the Dead"?'
House was stunned. She didn't sound miserable and she knew the name of a video game. The truth was it was about the only one she knew and liked. But House doesn't need to know that.
After what seemed like ten hours to Cameron of watching House make cute faces and swearing at various shooting and racing games (and even table hockey and skii ball for Cameron) she was starting to get fidgety. House had noticed about $10 in quarters ago, but he really wanted to use all of his change.
'So what do you want to do?' House asked, placing the blue, plasticgun back in it's holster.
'well, I had gotten my hopes up about bowling.' she frowned up at him with a wide-eyed look indicating she just might cry if he didn't take her bowling.
'You'll be the death of me woman, and we haven't even had sex yet.' House closed his eyes as if he had a sudden headache. What did I just say? He pretended it didn't happen; maybe she'd do the same. He limped to the shoe counter with Cameron close behind him.
What did he say? She knew what he said. No way she was going to respond. Pretned it didn't happen.
'I'll take an 11.'
'I'm a six, please.'
The man behind the counter swiveled around to the bin of shoes, and slapped the appropriate sizes down infront of them. 'How many games?' the man asked dryly.
House glanced to the alluring woman beside him, asking her with his eyes.
'Uh, just one for now, thank you.' Cameron responded.
House couldn't believe what this night was turning into Why do I care what she wants, I don't even want to play.
When they got down to their assigned lane (number 22) Cameron sat down to put on her bowling shoes and House punched in the names on the digital scoreboard.
After both shoes were tired Cameron looked up to see who would be first. Him no doubt.
'House! what did you do that for?' The first name was hers, or what should have been hers. In the first spot was the name "Lobby Art". In the second spot was "God". 'You're such a jerk.' she said with a little chuckle. Something that would have infuriated her at work, now just seemed to be a playful inside joke between them.
'You're up.'
Cameron stood and reached for the dark blue 8 pound ball. Househad not sat downbut she knew it had to be hard on his leg getting up every minute. 'House, are you putting your shoes on?'
'Mind your own buisness and bowl before I change my mind about this.' he said with a flick of his wrist.
She turned back to the lane, not wanting House to take her home. The first ball she threw was a gutter ball. The second, four pins were knocked down.
'Cameron you might be worse at this then I am.'
'Huh! House you just admitted you couldn't do something! Oh my god, call the press.' she teased, bringing a hand to her mouth in mock suprise.
House made a disgusted face, and turned to search for a 12 pound ball. Of course it's pink. He gripped the ball in his left hand so he could make it to the front of the lane with his cane in his right. He switched hands, heaved the ball with minimal effort, but managed to knocked all of the pins down. 'Guess I'm better then I thought.' House quipped.
Cameron just rolled her eyes and took her next turn.
They were on their last frame, and House was starting to get hungry again. Cameron was hungry too, but she was having too much fun beating House. As it turns out his first shot was nothing but luck. Neither of them had gotten another strike in all ten frames. Cameron won by five points. After they put their rented shoes back on the counter, they walked out to house's car. Neither of them wanted the evening to end, but not wanting to say it to the other or themselves.
'You so owe me dinner for that.'
'Fine, but I get to pick where we go. I'm starving.'
'House you pig, you ate about ten pounds of nachos only an hours ago.'
'It was not ten. More like seven. Come on, I know where we're going.'
'We're going tonight?'
'Nope, I thought I'd take you home and we could go a few days before we eat again. Get in the car Cameron.'
'Not this again, just tell me where you're taking me.'
'Okay. Get in the car and I'll tell you.'
She took her seat after House. He locked the doors, turned the key in the ignition, and spend off toward their new destination.
In retrospect, it wasn't a good idea to trust House. 'You said you'd tell me where we're eating, House.' Cameron said after a few minutes silence.
He gave her a sideways glance and a smile, 'You'll see.'
One more chapter down. I think there will only be one or two more. I seem to make them kinda short, so I'm going to go with two. Hope everyone who reads liked it. Reveiw, it's good for the soul. ((flashes giant smile at readers))
