Chapter 3
-Again, sadly, I don't own anything, House, Wilson, are the song "Love on the Rocks"-
After the 3rd rock song Wilson needed something a little quieter, something that would actually let him hear his thoughts so he chose a different prerecorded radio station. He was prepared for House to give him crap about it. So when he heard, "Oh you are such a girl, only you would change from rock to some soft pop station," he wasn't surprised. He just rolled his eyes and kept driving. That's when he heard the song that allowed him to hear his thoughts. Maybe he should have left the radio on the rock station.
"We met on a rainy evening in the summertime
Don't think I need to tell you more
I needed a raise I worked so hard for this love of mine
Still I got nothing to show for it."
As the song played on the radio, each line, each verse made him think of his relationship with House. How hard had he worked at keeping his actual feelings for the man sitting right next to him in check? How many times had he just wanted to reach out and hug him…or kiss him? But he hadn't. After years of friendship what did he have to show for it? 3 ruined marriages later, he finally knew what he wanted though.
"Tongue tied and twisted, go on baby and go to my head.
Here's a simplification of everything we're going though
You plus me is bad news
But you're a lovely creation and I like to think that I am too
But my friend said I look better without you."
James had to let out a small laugh after this verse. He couldn't have worded it better himself. Why had he gone through 3 failed marriages? Was it because he was afraid of how he truly felt? Was it because he was afraid that if he revealed his true feelings to House that he could possible lose his best friend forever. He had spent the last how many years convincing himself that a romantic relationship with House would be bad news. The last line especially made him chuckle. He had lost count of how many times he would be talking to a nurse and they would ask him why he was friends with House. They didn't understand the relationship, the bond that they shared, but he did and that's all that matters.
"Babe, baby believe me
If I stay it ain't gonna be easy
Okay we'll do it your way
But this is the last time
You'll hear the beautiful sound of love coming down
Love on the rocks.
You love the chase but hate me for the runaround
We both just tired of the whole thing.
You tell me what you want you need you know you have to have
And I just pretend I'm listening"
Wilson kept driving, and was trying to think of a time that House had shown any kind of signs that he might feel the same way. He knew even attempting to talk to House about this was going to be hard, but he was tired of pretending. He needed to get this off his chest, he was tired of the runaround. Would a relationship with House be easy, could they go from being best friends to…dare he say…lovers? He racked his brain trying to think of sometime House had shown some sort of sign.
"Hot as hell cold as ice sip it slow cause it's so nice
Dulls my senses drives my pain but I do it again
Burns a bit to the touch dangerous if it's too much
If this bottle could talk
Love on the rocks
Babe, baby believe me
If I stay it ain't gonna be easy
Okay we'll do it your way
But this is the last time
You'll hear the beautiful sound of love coming down
Love on the rocks."
Words couldn't explain how much he loved the man sitting next to him. Every time he saw those blue eyes, heard him laugh, or saw him agonize over a case, he wanted nothing more than to tell him his feelings, but how? How many times he he come so close to telling him? He had started to tell him countless time, but each time, he cut himself off and just pretend that he had forgotten what he was going to say. If House didn't reciprocate those feelings he knew that there would be no end to the jokes he made about the situation. Wilson pushed those thoughts out of his head, a lifetimes worth of jokes wasn't worth a lifetime wondering, 'what if?'
The song ended just as Wilson arrived at their destination. He turned the car off and followed House into his apartment, neither of them saying a word. Wilson suddenly felt emotionally drained and headed straight for the couch.
House made his way for the kitchen to make drinks, knowing that in order to tell Wilson what he needed to, he would need a little courage.
As he started to make a drink for himself he called out to Wilson, "What do you want to drink?
Wilson replied, "Love on the rocks"
-The song is by Sara Bareilles-
-So I originally thought that this might just be a filler chapter, but after writing it, I'm thinking about concluding now. Any suggestions? I'm still pretty new to this so if you think there should be more, I'll try and come up with something interesting. : ) If not, then I guess I'm done-
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