Day Four

I hardly slept the other night. Kayla's last sentence still rung in my head. Why didn't he tell me? Was she actually a stalker who was infatuated with House? I laid in bed some more until I hear voices coming from somewhere in the house. Shit, they were up. I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:35. I got up and saw Chase was already in the shower. Kayla was by herself so I decided to ask her a few questions. That is, if I could speak.

"Hey, Wilson." she greeted me with a smile. I grunted.

"Did you sleep good last night?" I stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

"Were you thinking about that thing I told you last night?" "I nodded bleakly.

"Alright. I'll tell you. It was while ago, obviously, over 18 years ago. House was still confused and he met my mom. They had sex once and he told her the next day this wasn't for him, that he couldn't sleep with another woman again because he knew his true feelings were towards men. She couldn't tell him she was going to have a baby. He left and within some time I was born. My mom's side barely has any family so when she died, I decided to find my father. He was, of course, skeptical and blah blah, we are really father and daughter." She watched me as I slowly processed everything. Alright, so she wasn't crazy.

"Oh, my God, so if you two get married or whatever, I will totally be your step daughter!" she laughed, and I finally smiled.

"So, are you finally gonna talk to him about moving back?"

"No." I actually spoke, and hearing my voice startled me. Kayla frowned and shook her head.

"You need to. You can't keep doing this to yourself." i nodded slowly, trying to convince myself that I should actually tell him.

"What would you tell him?" I don't know why, but I laughed. Hard. Kayla observed me, but I couldn't help it. I was tired, confused, frustrated, so I laughed.

"I take that as a no." She shook her head and sighed. I was about to say something but Chase came out. I was greeted with his usual bewildered look but I was distracted. I was looking at him in a different view, one Kayla sees him in. He was, in a word, hot. His hair, his eyes, his mouth... I caught Kayla looking.

"Not my type." I mumbled and she smirked. On my way to work, I felt my stomach tie itself up in knots and I seriously decided to turn around. No. I needed to do this. I can't be afraid all my life. Even if House turns me down, so what? What's new? He was in his office, and I felt like puking. I couldn't leave because he caught me and kept staring at me. I cursed him until I opened his door, where I put on a fake smile and tried my best to not cry. His expressions didn't change, but I spoke anyway.

"House. There has been something on my mind for a few days and I never knew how to tell you, and even now I don't know. But...God damn it House, I am in love with you. I don't know why, but I am. I stalled looking for help for my place because I liked spending that extra time with you. I always wanted to say this, but I was too afraid. And everyone knew. So, what do you say?" His expression was still the same. He finally stood up, and I truly believed he was getting up to hug me or fuck me right there in his office. Instead, he pointed to the door and quietly mumbled "Get the fuck out of here. Now." I thought I was going into shock. Did he just...deny me? I slowly walked out, hoping for a joke, but as usual there was none, and my pace quickened. I walked past the concerned looks of House's workers and escaped the embraces from Cameron. I sped to Chase's house where I saw Kayla was home. I banged on the door and she answered, almost as bewildered as Chase usually is. I was too emotional to consider that maybe bewilderness was a disease and maybe Kayla caught it. When she saw it was me, her expression softened and she pulled me inside.

"Wilson, what's wrong?" Everything caught up to me and I let loose and cried. She embraced me and we stayed that was for at least an hour. I kept crying and blubbering nonsense about how I thought for some strange reason I thought he loved me. She assured me that everything would be ok. I wanted to believe her, but I couldn't.

"What did you do to him?" Chase asked, and I hadn't noticed he came home.

"What do you mean?"

"He was more pissed off than usual." He was observing me, his usual bewilderness was more confused and questioning. He didn't wait for an answer.

"Well, you better fix it soon. I can't get blamed for shit just because he's pissed at you."

"Chase..." Kayla warned.

"Fine." I got up, defeated. "I'll just find a new place to stay. Again." I sulked out of the room and Kayla stood up and shouted "Stop." We looked at her in shock.

"Chase, shut the fuck up. WIlson, you are NOT leaving our place until you get everything fixed with House. Am I making myself clear?" She stood there, hands on hips, her head slightly tilted. Absentmindedly, Chase and I nodded. She stormed off, and Chase followed her, maybe hoping for angry sex, leaving me in the living room by myself. I turned to leave when I heard a knock on the door.