Hey everyone! I know it's been a really long time and I'm sure you've forgotten about this story, but it's here! I know this is another really short chapter, but I hope it's good :).

For those of you who read my other stories, just a little announcement: I just got a Mac, and trying to transfer all my files and uploading for a Mac is different, so it might be a while until I can upload any new new stuff. This I had started to work on on my Dell, so it's still in Word format. Never fear, I get very anal about these kinds of things, so who knows?

Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D, the song, or the video that this story is based off. David Shore, Taylor Swift, and VictoriNoRissu all own, respectively.

So as always, read, review, and enjoy!

"CT was clean, Foreman and Chase are running some blood work now," Cameron said as she headed into House's office. There was a hint of a smile on her face as she saw him, the light shining in from the window softly illuminating his face. He didn't respond and she took a few steps closer to him.

"What are you doing that you can't pay attention to the case?" House hesitated briefly before turning to face her, his expression devoid of emotion.

"Monster truck rally," he said, attempting to cut down the sting in his voice, knowing the implications of those words for her. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at the television, the rumbling of engines and the blur of colors all too familiar.

"Cuddy asked me to talk to you again – she really wants you to go down to the clinic," Cameron said, walking into House's office, where he was sitting, checking his mail.

"Like the great philosopher Jagger says, you can't always get what you want," House quoted, making no motion to get up, and Cameron giggled. He turned to look at her, confusion written all over his face at her sudden spark of interest. She subtly rolled her eyes – only after a few weeks of employment, she could already read most emotions on his face. And now, she read the confusion on his face and hence, rolled her eyes. If only he knew how she really felt about him.

"What are you doing tonight?" House hesitantly asked and Cameron looked at him, sitting down across from him.

"Nothing… why?" Cameron asked defensively, unsure of whether he would tease her about having no plans on a Friday night, or no boyfriend to share the boring evening with.

"Well, Wilson has the second wife to attend to – marriage," House scoffed, but then his eyes softened as he turned to Cameron. "So… want to come?" Cameron's mouth hung slack as she grasped for words.

"I've…never been to one," were the only words that she could think of, and she mentally slapped herself for not coming up with anything better to say. House grinned devilishly – this was going to be interesting.

After a long day, with a simple diagnosis of gonorrhea, Cameron headed to the parking lot, her head full and her heart weary. She sighed, pausing as she adjusted her seatbelt, to lament the breakup once more. Everything was perfect, until one day, it wasn't, and they began to fall apart, like glass shattering on pavement. Cameron sighed, as she put the car into drive and headed to her apartment. There was construction on her normal route, so she had to go around, but passing the monster truck rally on the way home. She refused to look towards it, but even with her windows closed, she heard the faint sounds of the announcer, and swore she could smell the popcorn and the nachos.

'I love this place!" Cameron cried as she cheered on her favorite truck and took inhuman bites out of a hot dog, as House stood by and watched on in amazement.

"Since when do you eat like that?" House asked with a grin and Cameron looked down at her hot dog.

"Oh. Well I really don't… Usually," she said, embarrassed.

"I like a girl with a healthy appetite." Cameron looked up at him in shock, noticing the mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Was he… flirting with her? He winked and turned back to the trucks, taking a swig off his beer and Cameron blushed bright red, fighting a smile from spreading over her face.

Cameron threw her bag on the couch as she got home, her apartment feeling empty. Before, it was cluttered with most of House's things, but he had taken them away - his guitar, his CDs, his t-shirts, and his Vicodin bottles. She was angry, angry with herself, angry with him, and angry about the breakup. Near the end

'But why do I still love him?'