Chapter 5
Cuddy and Wilson immediately took off in the direction of the jungle, fighting all the way. Cuddy was apparently still upset about her boat and now the Jimmy Snacks. Wilson, on the other hand, was worried that he'd ruin his shoes.
"Oh stop complaining," said Cuddy with a roll of her eyes. "If we ever get off this island, your shoes are probably the last thing you'll be thinking about."
"That's so not true!" exclaimed Wilson. "Do you know how much these cost me?!"
"No," sighed Cuddy. "I suppose you'll tell me though."
"They cost me over a hundred dollars!"
"Since when do men care so much about their footwear?" Cuddy gave Wilson a suggestive glance.
Wilson blushed. "It's not my fault I like to look nice, okay?"
"Whatever," said Cuddy with an obvious giggle. She led Wilson towards a ditch of mud. They wouldn't be able to continue their search without going through it.
"Oh no," said Wilson, shaking his head. "There is no way I'm going through that."
"And why not?" Cuddy walked through the ditch and onto the other side.
Wilson looked down at his feet and pointed. "The shoes, remember?"
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "God, Jimmy, no wonder House calls you my wife."
Wilson's face turned red. "That's not very fair," he said. "After all, we aren't even married."
"Well, if we were, you'd be the wife," said Cuddy smugly.
"Why do you want to be the husband so much?" asked Wilson knowingly.
Cuddy's jaw dropped. "Wilson, get your a-s over here this instant, or I'm going on without you!"
Wilson heaved a sigh before carefully tip-toeing across the muddy ditch. When he got to Cuddy's side, he let out a deep breath.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" asked Cuddy playfully.
"When we get back to Princeton, you're buying me a new pair of shoes," said Wilson looking down. He noticed his shoes weren't the only part to get muddy though. "And pants."
Cuddy rolled her eyes at him. "No way in hell am I spending hundreds of dollars on men's shoes."