Chapter 4: At Home

Chantal's POV:

Well, I'm at my new home. It's kinda small. Actually, it's an apartment. Dad doesn't have a bed in the guest room, so I'll have to sleep on the couch tonight.

He says we'll go out tomorrow and get stuff for my new room after he goes to work, since it's only Tuesday. Tomorrow, I'll get to meet House's team and his daughter (House's that is). Apparently, she's the same age as me.

But right now, I'm exhausted from traveling all day. I pull out my blue and white polka dot pajamas out of my bag, ask where the bathroom is, and get changed. I walk back out and notice dad put a blanket on the couch for me. I grab my pillow and my stuffed bunny (his name is Bobby, and I've had him since I was really little), I lie down on the couch, and fall asleep.

Wilson's POV:

I wake up at 6:30 in the morning and decide to let Chantal sleep until 7:30.

I sit down at my kitchen table, drinking my coffee and reading the newspaper, thinking about how in the past day, I gained a daughter. As soon as the clock hits 7:30, jeez I'm getting time anal, I think. I head into the living room to wake Chantal. As soon as she's softly shaken awake, she goes to look through her duffle bag. She grabs her clothes and heads into the bathroom to shower and change.

30 minutes later, she comes out, wearing a 'Green Day' t-shirt, camouflage skirt, black leggings, and pink and black Heely's. Her red hair is darker than usual, 'cause it's still drying. She grabs her backpack and we leave for my work.

Chantal's POV:

Well, I'm back where I was yesterday. Right in front of my dad's work, where I stood yesterday, parentless. Only this time, I have a dad that I think cares more about me than anybody.

Dad says House's daughter will be here. I just hope she's not a preppy loser.

It's summer, so there's no school. He also needs to sign me up for school, when it starts in the beginning of September.

Today, we take the stairs. Does anybody have any idea how many stairs it takes to get to the fourth floor? I swear it's better than any gym class.

When we get to his office, he sets his stuff down and tells me to do the same. I set my backpack down, take out my drum sticks and iPod, and start listening to Teenagers, tapping out the drum part in perfection. Dad watches in amazement as I tap out another song.

"Wow, you're really good at that!" he encouraged.

"Thanks," I say.

"How'd you learn to do that?" He points at what I'm doing.

"Before mom left, I took lessons. And I was in a band with my old friends." I sigh, remember all the good times we've had… and probably never will again. But, they'll never find a better drummer, I know it.

"Cool. Hey, I think House's daughter is a bassist or guitarist, I don't know, but she plays some type of instrument of that nature. Maybe you guys can form a band."

"Yeah… is she here yet?"

"Probably; it's," he glances at his watch, "10:30. He's usually here by 10."

"Cool." I get up and start walking towards the door, my dad instructs me to introduce myself to House's team.

Caralyn's POV:

I see this girl walk in. She's probably my age, but about a head shorter than me. She has he curly, strawberry blond hair in a ponytail.

I like her outfit. I on the other hand, am wearing a black 'The Who' t-shirt with a jean skirt over black leggings and Red Converse All-Star high tops. Her eyes are a nice blue-green color, similar to Cam's. I also notice she's holding drumsticks and a headphone in her ear. She's tapping away and it sounds really good. She must be a drummer. Maybe we can start a band….

Chantal's POV:

I see this girl looking at me. She's about a foot shorter than me, but looks the same age. She has the same eyes as that man in the elevator yesterday, an icy blue; whose name I discovered is Greg House. This must be his daughter.

"Hi, I'm Chantal. I just moved here," I say.

"Hey, I'm Caralyn. I'm House's daughter." She looks down at the drumsticks in my hand. "Do you play drums?" she asks me.

"Yeah, I've been playing for a couple years." I explain, trying to be humble.

"Really? I play bass. You wanna start a band with me?" She questioned.

"Sure. I have to ask my dad first, but he brought it up earlier, so it should be no problem getting him to agree. He works here, ya know."

"Who's your dad?"

"James Wilson." I say, tentatively.

"Wow. He's my dad's best friend."

"I know. Hey, will you introduce me to your dad's team?"

By this point, they've been eyeing me. Not knowing who I was or what I was doing there. Apparently, my dad (still getting used to calling him that) didn't have a chance to tell them.

"Sure. Follow me."

She leads me into a bigger room adjacent to House's office. At this glass table are three young doctors and the one and only House. One is African American; one has really nice blonde hair (which by the way would probably be really fun to fuck up), the last one a brunette girl, that looks younger than the average female doctor.

"This is Dr. Eric Foreman," she says pointing to the African American. He gets up and shakes my hand, very professionally.

Pointing to the blond, she tells me that he's Dr. Robert Chase. When he says hi, I notice he has a British or Australian accent; it's hard to tell the difference, in general. He also waves a little and smiles, sigh.

The woman, named Dr. Allison Cameron, gets up and hugs me. I don't think I'll really like her very much, but it's just my gut.

After I'm introduced to everyone, Caralyn and I head out to compare songs. Turns out, we have the same taste in music. A whole mixed crap-load of classic rock and punk rock, and just music that parents think "will break their ears". They don't know anything… or just haven't been to a concert in a while, either one.

Dad comes to get me at 5:30. Caralyn took me to get lunch. She had a Reuben with no pickles (apparently genetics is really powerful, 'cause she tells me that's what her dad buys) and I had a turkey sandwich with really salty chips. Also, we split a large Mountain Dew. I grab my iPod and go to his office to get my backpack.

Then we head out to his car. We go directly to get stuff for my room. First stop is Home Depot for some different colored paints. Then some furniture store, I've never heard of, for my bed, dresser, and mirror.

Finally, Target for all the cool accessories, just lots of little things that I found interesting (or bizarre) to decorate my new room with.

Dad (I can't really get used to that, no matter what science says) orders pizza for dinner.

Finally, House and Caralyn are here to help out, but I have a feeling House isn't going to do much, because of his leg and my impression that he doesn't want anything to do with labor. Now, it's time to get dirty.

A couple of hours of hard work, and House standing there as predicted, and a lot of moving shit around, we're finally done.

The room looks even better than before. The walls are white with different sized light pink, blue, green, bright pink and bright green polka dots. There is a bright green rug that is fluffy and covers the entire floor in the room. I have a circle bed that sits in the middle of the floor.

My comforter is black and bright green with matching sheets and pillows. Believe it or not, I have seven pillows on my bed. My dresser and mirror are bright green and sit on one side of my wall. A closet is on the far right side of another one of the four walls.

I also (thankfully) have a drum set in my room, just for times when I want to kick back and rock out…. Life is good.