A/N I made a Kutner reference. This isn't one of my favorite chapters.. But it is 'essential' to the story line ^.^ So enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't own, don't own it! (I've had to say it so many times I made a song!)
It had been two weeks since Remy moved in now she noted as she looked at her calender. One of her only possessions that she really held sentimental value to. It was all female actresses. Including some of her favorites. That she had gotten from from her friend Lawrence Kutner at the one school she had stayed at longest.
She had stayed in touch with him until recently, he had stopped returning her calls. Then his phone had been disconnected. She had to admit, she was a little concerned, but she had tried to just brush it off as the distance was to much, and she hadn't meant that much to him. In the back of her mind she couldn't help the wondering his depression had gotten the best of him.
She tugged her hat on. Glancing in the mirror. Smoothing her hair out, under the purple beanie, then the front of her shirt.
"Remy! Can you wash your dishes when you're done dammit?" Remy flinched at her dad's yelling, but at least it meant that he didn't have another hangover. She unbuttoned another button on her shirt and revealing the top of her white tank top underneath.
"Dad those are your dishes!" She yelled back, leaning on her door frame. He looked back at her, frowning. "I wash mine." She added. Turning back to her getting ready. When she was finished she looked back at her dad. Who seemed to be fuming while washing his dishes. She really didn't want to pass him on her way out the door. As she had to in their tiny house.
She glanced at her window. Back at her dad, then to her widow again. She grabbed her backpack, dumping her homework into it, from it's place on the floor. Then closed her door. Before shoving open her window, it creaked but opened with ease. There was about a four foot drop to the ground.
"Hello new door." She said smirking, and climbing out of it. She then stretched out on her toes Just reaching the bottom of the window, and tugging it violently back down.
She started her walk to school. Happy to be minus one interaction with her dad.
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"Does anyone else have Mrs. Brigsom?" Amber asked, it was lunch and the seven friends sat around their usual table. Allison working on homework. House admiring his ladies particularly well framed chest today. Eric drawing up plays for practice that night. Thirteen was building a volcano with her mashed potatoes. Lisa working on the same homework as Allison. While making an effort to give her boyfriend a better view of her chest which she knew he didn't know she knew he was looking at. They looked up bleakly at Amber's question.
They were outside again. But Eric didn't have his basketball today.
"No, no one else has retard math." House finally answered. Wilson glared at him.
"You're hilarious." Amber said looking up at him with a blank expression. "She's giving this huge test, and I forgot my notes." She explained. Resting her forehead on the heels of her palms with a slow breath.
"I have her." Eric finally spoke up. Joining Wilson in his glaring at House, and digging in his backpack for the notes. "Test's not that hard." He added giving the notebook to Amber.
"That one goes there." Remy leaned over Allison's shoulder, pointing to a line on her homework. Then to the other. Allison turned to her eyebrows raised, and a small frown on her face.
"I don't need help." The blonde said. Making a small shooing motion with her hand. Remy didn't budge, but her eyes went back to the paper.
"That one's wrong too." The brunette replied, a cocky grin on her face. Allison kept glaring at her. "Maybe you do need help." Remy looked back to the paper again, scanning over Allison's answers. She pointed to one, about to point out another mistake. Allison flicked her on the nose.
"Don't." She warned. Remy pulled away hand cupped over her nose, and let out a small pouty 'ow.'
"Okay, and I knew that one was wrong." She added, her eyebrows raised, as she looked back at her paper. Correcting the couple answers on her paper, shoving her glasses up her nose. Angry that the distraction of the cafeteria had let her usual rapt attention on her homework slip, and that Remy had noticed. A small smack in the face to her pride.
"Sure you did." The brunette smirked, knowing that she was irritating the blonde. She turned her attentions back to her lunch. Oblivious of Allison's glare to the back of her head. Then her hat was snatched away.
"Hey!" She yelped. Her hands going to her head. She whirled around to see a grinning Allison holding her hat close to chest.
The thought of reaching for the beanie in such a... precarious place, was a little daunting. Remy bit her lip. Allison rose her eyebrows. Hugging it closer. Her grin taking on the cocky air that Remy's had had before.
Remy jumped forward attempting to get her captive hat. Allison stumbled backward, jumping off of the bench. Teasing Remy, staying just out of reach.
But she could only run so many backward circles around the table before she stumbled, and Remy caught up to her.
She held the hat over her head. Fighting off giggles as Remy tried to reach it high over her head. Although, Remy was taller, and would have easily caught the beanie. So she put it behind her back. Remy attempted to get it from behind the blonde. Then she held it high over her head again.
Finally Remy snatched it away.
"Aha." She smiled at the smaller girl. While Allison pouted. She gave Remy a small shove. They then realized they had gained the attention of everyone at their table. Both blushed, and sat back down at their seats at the lunch table.
"You're just going to take that? Fight back, fight back." House said to Thirteen from across the table. Pumping his fist in the air. Remy rolled her eyes at his antics. Allison gave her a small push with her shoulder though.
"Yeah, are you just going to take that?" Remy tensed, at the blonde's almost whispered words in her ear. Wondering if Allison even knew that she was flirting with her. She shoved the thought to the back of her mind, and just rolled with the punches.
"Of course not." Remy nudged Allison's shoulder back. Knocking her into Lisa who looked over at them, and rolled her eyes.
Even if she had no chance with Allison, why not enjoy the teasing with the blonde before she outed herself. Which she knew she was going to have to do. It was pretty unavoidable, it was hard to not tell she knew. Eric had guessed, and she was pretty sure House already knew.
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"What was that at lunch?" Lisa asked her boyfriend as she leaned against him. It was late, and they were having their usual Friday movie night at his house. They'd seen the movie before, and when she insisted on watching ones they had he talked all through them anyway. So she took advantage of the situation and pushed the conversation in the direction she desired.
It was woefully complicated from an outsiders view. Their relationship that it is. But they both loved every aspect of it, because quite simply. They were perfect for each other. Lisa controlling House to some degree. Even more so with the reward of sex, that would complicate a friendship. That and the fact that she made him feel. In a way that he had never before. Possibly making him slightly happy. Something he could barely remember. Before or after he had moved out of his parent's house.
Lisa just had a connection to House, that should couldn't explain. Their relationship in turn was complicated in a whole other scheme that the usual high school one.
"What do you mean? Cut throat bitch needing to study Foreman's notes for retard math?" He twisted his face in a look of over exaggerated confusion. Lisa chuckled once while shaking her head.
"No, with Allison and Thirteen." She glanced back at the television, then to her boyfriend.
"I thought that was rather obvious." He looked at her, his jaw jutting to the side. "They were flirting. I was surprised Thirteen didn't pull on Cameron's ponytail, while chasing her around the playground." He then looked back at Lisa to see an open-mouthed, blank-faced, look of shock on her face.
"But- they're not. Allison's not... She can't be, I mean Thirteen, maybe. But..., Allison would have told me." She slowly faded out. Mumbling the end. Looking down at her hands, then back at House's face. Hoping to find a joking expression. That he had only been teasing her, because she knew that if House said they were flirting. They were flirting.
Human interaction, even if he was no good at it, was his specialty.
"Cuddles." He had a slightly condescending tone, a bit of mocking to it. Almost as if he was talking to a small child, or someone who was not so bright. "I don't think Cameron even knows. But she has a crush on your 'addition.'" He air quoted what she had called Thirteen over two weeks ago, when she had brought the brunette to their table.
Lisa gaped at his statement. Opening and closing her mouth several times like a fish. Attempting to form words.
"She's not.." Again she faded out. Not sure of what she was going to say. Quite honestly, she didn't know if Allison was... gay? The thought was a little strange, mainly because she thought that her best friend would have at least told her. But she didn't out right reject it. Although, House might be right. Allison might not even know what it really was. The teasing, or possible flirting between her and Thirteen had increased tenfold over the past couple weeks.
"She might be. But that doesn't mean she's gay. She could just be adventurous." He smirked then wrapped his arm tighter around Lisa's waist. Turning his attention back to the movie. Letting the thought simmer in Lisa's mind, and simmer it did.
A/N This one is really short. But I hope you guys like it. (Even if I don't so much.) I'm already half way done with the next one, so if I take too long to update, feel free to come and beat me with various beating instruments of your choosing.