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It was eight in the morning and Christine was up from her bed and started brushing her messy hair in the mirror. She then took some eyeliner and placed some under her eye lashes. After that, she got dressed into comfortable clothes for the day.
She took her night shirt off and put on a white, tight t-shirt with a grey jacket over it. The jacket didn't have a hood, but it had a long, collar; it also had two zippers, so it looked more stylish. She then took off her long, night pants and put on comfortable demin jeans. She then slipped on a pair of socks and tennis shoes.
Once she was finished, she left her room and went into the kitchen, humming a random tune. She grabbed a bowl from one of her many cupboards and then went into the fridge to get milk. She then heard a meow coming from Rose. Christine looked down and saw her kitten rubbing her head on her leg.
"Hey, baby." She said to Rose, placing the stuff on the counter and kneeling beside her kitten. "I bet you want some milk, huh?"
"Actually I wouldn't mind that at all."
Christine's eyes grew wide, recognizing the voice. She got up and walked into the living room where she had heard the voice. When she got in there, she noticed him laying on her couch, with a bottle of vicodin in his hand. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Okay, what are you doing in here?!" She yelled, her hands on her hips.
"You left your door unlocked," House answered calmly, "so I decided to give you a 'surprise' visit."
Christine blinked, still in shock of what he had just said to her. "N-No! You can't be in here!"
"I need you to come with me to work." House said, rejecting what Christine had said to him. As he said that, he got up and limped over to her.
"I barely even know you!" Christine hissed. She then thought for a quick second and said, "Well, actually, I do already know the big basics about you: sarcastic and perverted.
"Very good!" He said, as if he were commenting on a student's answer, "I may be those two things, but I am more than tha-"
"Okay, rewind back!" Christine said, placing her fingers on her temples. She looked up at House and dropped her hands at her side. "Why do you want me to go with you to the hospital?"
House smirked, placing a hand on Christine's neck. "My friend doesn't believe me that I have a girlfriend."
Christine felt her heart race as his touch lingered on her sensitive skin. Before anything else happened with her other reactions, she snapped back to reality. She grabbed his arm, that had her neck, with both of her hands. "No no no no NO!" She protested, forcing his arm back down to his side. "I am not your girlfriend! I don't think I'll ever be your girlfriend!"
"Oh come on." He groaned. He then attempted the puppy-dog look and said in an innocent voice, "Just this one time?"
"Uh, no!" She answered harshly in his face.
"You'll only be there for, like, five minutes." House said, persuading Christine into being part of his plan.
"If I have to go in your car, then how am I suppose to get home?"
"Okay, one, I ride a motorcycle. Two, you can just walk back here."
Christine gave him a 'what the heck?' look and said, "Well aren't you just Mister Nice-Guy."
"Yup. That's me." House in a cheery, yet sarcastic tone. He then looked into her eyes and asked again, "Will you come with me to work? I promise, once that is done, I won't stalk you for the rest of the day."
Christine raised an eyebrow. "Stalk?"
"Deal or no deal?" House said, just like Howie Mandel.
Christine rolled her eyes, soon regretting what she is up for. "Fine, I'll go with you." She sighed in defeat.
After walking down the stairs, they got outside in the cool, yet calming atmosphere. Christine followed House toward his motorcycle. Her heart raced, knowing that she would be terrified as she sat on the fast vehicle.
House grabbed two helmets from the back of his motorcycle and placed one on his head and gave the other one to Christine. "Ever been on one of these?"
Christine bit her lip slightly, shaking her head side to side slowly. She took the helmet and placed it on her head. She knew that this was a bad idea, both being on a motorcycle for the first time and going back to Princeton Plainsboro Hospital, just so House to prove to his friend that he 'has' a girlfriend. She then noticed House getting on (and she didn't want to keep him waiting), so she sat right behind him.
House then turned on the engine, and Christine's first reaction was to hold onto something for dear life. Without knowing, she had wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes tightly, laying her head on his back.
As soon as House felt her arms, he smirked. He then started riding over to the hospital.
At the accelerating speed they were going, Christine's hair blew everywhere. Once she felt them going at a sharp turn, she tightened her grip on House. Realizing that she was really close to House, her cheeks turned a tomato red. 'What am I doing?!' She thought frantically.
"Alright. We're here." House said, taking his helmet off.
Christine opened her eyes slowly and lifted her head up from his back. She then looked down at her arms that were still lingering around him and gasped lightly. She quickly let go of him and took her helmet off. From where the helmet was, the top of her hair was flat and normal, but the rest of it was puffy like an afro.
House got off the bike and went to place his helmet in the back. He looked at Christine and saw her expression was in awestruck. Her eyes were wide as she stared off into space, realizing what she just went through. House chuckled and took the helmet from Christine and put it away; even when he did that, her expression was like a statue.
House then snapped his finger in front of her, causing her to jump in shock. She then breathed heavily. House chuckled even more at her moment. Christine looked up at House with a death glare. She got off the bike, but for a slight second, she wobbled from side to side, feeling the heavy atmosphere that she didn't feel for five minutes.
Once she was completely balanced, she looked at him again, who was still laughing at her. "Shut up. Not funny." She growled, pointing a finger at him. She then started walking towards the entrance, with House following her.
The two were finally inside the hospital. House smirked and wrapped an arm around Christine with his free arm. Christine felt something odd in her stomach as he did that. "You are so glad I'm doing this for the whole day, or you'll be dead by noon."
"You wouldn't kill me." House muttered to her, "Not even for a Klondite Bar." He added.
'This is going to feel like forever.' Christine thought in frustration.
Christine and House then walked toward Dr. Wilson's office, but to House's fortunate, his good friend was in his office. House then barged into his office, as always, with Christine by his side. "Morning." House said.
Wilson looked up from his paperwork and saw Christine. He then looked at House, with confusion on his face. "Let me guess, your girlfriend?" Wilson questioned.
"Well aren't you good at guessing games!" House grinned, pulling Christine closer to him.
Christine's face was pink and looked over at Wilson. She gave him a weak smile and said, "Christine's the name."
"Wilson." He said, "It's a... pleasure to meet you." He was still in awestruck at what he was seeing. He got up to shake her hand, in which she responded back to him with the same gesture.
"See, I told you that I had one!" House said to WIlson like a little child.
Christine rolled her eyes. She just wanted to leave right then and there, but she was held against her will (literally, held). She just took a deep breath, thinking to herself that she will make it for the next couple of minutes.
"So, how long have you known House?" Wilson asked.
"Um, f-for a while now." Christine responded, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"That's nice." Wilson responded.
Christine looked and saw a clock on Wilson's wall. "Well, I have to get going." She said, laughing a bit nervously. "I-It was nice meeting you, Wilson."
Wilson nodded. "Same."
"Aw, you can't leave now." House whined like a little child (once again) to Christine.
"Well, I have to."
"If she wants to go, then she can go." Wilson said to House.
"Thank you Wilson." Christine said to Wilson, "Unlike somebody," She glanced at House for a quick second, "you know how to treat a lady."
"Well, that's because he is one. Didn't you notice?" House said to Christine.
"You're a jerk!" Christine hissed, taking his arm off of her.
House just grinned at her, placing a hand on her neck again, like earlier. She gulped at his touch, yet rolled her eyes and apologized. "Sorry about calling you that." She said softly to House, "but seriously. I have to leave."
"Oh fine, killjoy." House pouted.
Christine smiled at Wilson and then walked out of the room. Realizing that she had no way of getting home, she groaned in frustration and just sat in one of the chairs by WIlson's office, waiting to see if House would come out soon or not.
"How could you do that to a woman?" Wilson said to his friend.
"Do what?" House said, as if he did nothing.
"You probably just found her at a strip club and gave her money, so you could 'show off' your 'girlfriend'!"
"To be perfectly honest, I do know her. And if I did pick her up from a strip club, I would still be sleeping with her." House said. He then limped out of Wilson's office.
