A/N Here goes a chapter I've been planning on writing from the beginning. After a serious bout of writers block though. Just a warning the end isn't so pleasant. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I owned House, I wouldn't fear SOPA.
"Don't forget your shoes!" Remy looked confused-ly back at House, who was walking down the hall backwards. Shouting at his best friend Wilson.
"What?" The brunette turned to Wilson, who was near enough to her to hear her question over the mess of people in the hallway.
"Oh, nobody told you? We're going bowling tonight." He replied. Stepping around, and through the throngs of people to walk next to her. Remy couldn't help but smile at the fact that he told her they were going bowling. Didn't ask if she wanted to come, or question if she'd been invited.
"I'm a horrible bowler." She stated, tucking her hands up to the knuckle into her jeans pockets.
"Ah, something the great Thirteen isn't good at." Wilson said chuckling. "You don't have to bowl. Just come everyone's going to be there. It's really fun." Wilson encouraged, shouldering through some of the herd of students. Remy followed closely behind.
"Okay." She accepted the offer, that wasn't really an offer. Possibly the fact that everyone included Allison might have encouraged her a bit.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do transportation wise." Wilson stated, ducking into the space between two rows of lockers which led to a classroom.
"Don't worry about it. Just tell me where we're bowling." Remy leaned against the locker. Wilson quirked an eyebrow. "I have a bike." She said with a small smirk before going on to her class. Leaving Wilson shaking his head with a small bewildered smile.
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Remy shoved against the clearly marked pull door. Banging her head against it as if in punishment for her stupidity. She then pulled it open. Happy to have the warm air wash over her, after her over three mile ride on her bike there. It had been colder than she had expected. But it did feel nice to get somewhere on her own. She didn't like being overly dependent on other people. But a ride in a car on the way back sounded nice.
Over the crash of pins, loud conversation, music, and various tvs, Remy tried to tell the man on the other side of the counter what size shoe she wore. When she felt an arm tossed over her shoulder, and she scrunched up her nose at the smell of old spice.
"She's with us at lane eighteen, and nineteen." House stated to the slightly irritated looking man. Who then dropped a pair of shoes that looked a little less than appealing to be put on one's feet onto the counter. He sprayed them with an aerosol can and, shoved them towards the two on the other side of the counter.
Remy collected her shoes, and handed the man the money for the rental. Then House pulled her in the direction of their lanes.
The bowling ally was a flurry of motion, and Remy felt her eyes instantly searching for a certain blonde. She glimpsed her talking to Lisa, while pulling on her bowling shoes. A wide smile splitting her face. Her bright blue eyes lit up. Remy hated the way her eyes raked over the petite blonde, noting her clingy sweater. She just couldn't help it.
"Like what you see?" House questioned. She looked over at him, noting his raised eyebrows, trying to hide her embarrassment at being caught. Or the fact that she had even being doing any thing to be embarrassed at being caught.
"Nice place." Remy brushed off the question. Looking around the bowling ally, it really was though. With at least twenty lanes, and tables set with each one. Screens that kept score.
Remy unceremoniously fell into a chair. Tugging her converse off, to replace them with her crumbling bowling shoes. House heaved himself onto a table next to her. Kicking his feet, he 'accidentally' kicked her in the knee. She shot him a small glare, before going back to tying her shoes.
"You should know by now. I don't give up." House stated, giving her another kick in the knee. She held the tied loops of the bunny ears of her knot. Not wanting to have to look up from her great excuse of tying her shoes. House could be so irritating.
"There's nothing to give up on." She then declared, shoving herself up from her seat, and walking away to get a ball. Hearing House shout.
"Wilson, does Amber have your balls?"
She let out a small snigger.
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"Coke or Pepsi?" Thirteen frowned at the off-hand question. Looking from the scores of the second game of the night, wondering how she had broken a hundred. While the message that to start a new game they had to go up to the main desk. Allison half-sat half-stood awaiting an answer.
"Coke." She then answered, Allison stood the rest of the way. Repeating everyone's drink preference to herself.
"I don't see the great controversy over Pepsi and Coke, they're basically the same." Lisa stated. Causing some of the group to sit up straighter, and pay attention to the conversation.
"There is definitely a difference. You like Pepsi! That's it, have you even tasted the awesomeness of Coke?" House had pushed himself closer to his girlfriend as he said the words. Eyebrows traveling further up her is forehead with every word.
"Yes, I don't see the difference." Lisa challenged. Moving ever so closer to House.
"I will make you see the difference." He promised, turning to see if Allison was anywhere near. She was still standing at the small bar. He let out a huff of exasperation. "Could we get some faster service over here?" He yelled in her general direction.
Remy felt the intense need to kick, or in some other way hurt him at the way that Allison looked back slightly embarrassed fumbling with their drinks, finally getting the soda bottles under one arm trapped to her chest. She dropped her money on the counter, with a nod to the guy behind it.
She started handing out the drinks when she got to their table. Remy looked to the side and back at her, as she leaned over her shoulder. A small quiver going through her body at the girl's position hovering almost over her. She curled the fingers of her hand resting on her thigh.
Allison's sweater really wasn't that low cut... But that angle... She had a brief flash of a memory of her barely out of college third grade teacher, and how she thought she was slow because she asked for help so often. Simply because she wore low cut shirts.., and leaned over her to help.
Allison set down Remy's Coke in front of her, then swung around looking for her seat. Which while she was gone had been taken. The table sat six, and there was seven of them. The blonde let out a small frustrated noise.
House gave her a small shove down.
Onto Thirteen's lap..
Remy felt a panicked flurry in her stomach as the blonde fidgeted. Not getting up though. Allison fidgeted again to face her. Their faces were so close it made her dizzy. The blonde gave her a sheepish smile. But again, made no move to stand up.
There was a pink flush growing in her cheeks. Both of their cheeks. Remy took in an unsteady breath, cursing herself. She reached around the little blonde, taking her Coke from the table, and opening it. Her heart was thundering her ears, she wondered if Allison could hear it.
She tried desperately to keep her cool. Like she didn't have a huge crush on the blonde in her lap. In her lap. She took a sip from the pop. Running her tongue over her lips afterward. Looking up at the ten eyes focused intently on the two of them. Remy flashed a smile.
The tension at the table seemed to ebb away. Although Allison and Remy could both feel it. Yet neither made a move to change position, as if testing each others nerve.
Remy found it hard to believe that all that fidgeting was just nerves, or trying to find a comfortable position. Especially when Allison's hand kept brushing over a certain spot at her waist after she noticed how it made the brunette's breath hitch.
House was currently making Lisa alternate between drinking Coke and Pepsi. Even though she obviously wasn't enjoying it, they were both so stubborn, that neither were going to give up until the other admitted defeat. Or from House's perspective, when Lisa gave up.
Allison felt herself sink into Remy as the conversation continued, no one really wanting to start a new game. The blonde rested her head on Remy's shoulder. Who stiffened at the change in position. She stared down at her blonde head. Her eyes fluttered shut.
Lisa glanced at the two of them, quirking an eyebrow. Remy just shook her head quickly from side to side. In an 'I have no clue way.'
Eric seemed to then catch sight of the clock at the bar. "Shit, it's that late?" He said, digging in his pocket for his phone to confirm it. He then gave another small "shit," under his breath. "Guys, I have to go. I'm going to be late for curfew, and my mom's going to kill me." He said apologetically standing, and grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.
"Yeah, I gotta go too." Wilson said, standing, Amber following closely. Everyone then started to stand removing their bowling shoes, collecting jackets and things. Remy shifted, giving the blonde in her lap a little shake.
"Allison?" She seemed to stir, Remy grinned slightly when she realized Allison had fallen asleep. The nervous, awkward tension was still there. Making them both blush, and stutter. But she was able to look into those sleep blurred eyes with a small smirk on her lips.
"Comfy?" She asked smirk growing. Allison stumbled attempting to stand, to let the brunette under her do the same. She gripped the edge of the table, and Remy felt herself instinctively wrap an arm around the littler girls waist. Holding her up. She turned her eyes on her with concern.
"Yeah I was." Allison replied, her stomach filled up with butterflies. She was attempting not to lean too much into Remy. But her warmth was a little tempting, and it had been comfortable on her shoulder. Remy chuckled, releasing the blonde when she seemed more sure on her feet.
Outside the cold had increased, and Remy hugged her hoodie tighter around herself. Dreading the ride home. She started spinning in the combination on her bike lock, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She jumped.
"Oh, shit, fuck, fuck!" She cradled her hand to her chest, it stinging from smacking into the bottom of her seat.
"Sorry." Allison breathed. "Let me see." She wrestled Remy's hand from her chest. Spreading her fingers slowly, as the brunette let out a small hiss. Biting her quivering lip. An angry pink line had started to form on the back of her hand. Allison felt the vulnerability the brunette was showing tug at her heart strings. Remy never let herself seem vulnerable. She suddenly had the impulse to do something drastic. She brought the hand to her lips, kissing her right on the growing blemish.
Remy's eyes went wide. Holding in a small noise of shock. It felt nice. The tender care being given to her made her heart swell. When Allison released her hand Remy let it fall lamely to her side. Tingling.
"Are you going to ride your bike home?" Allison then asked, her original reason for approaching the brunette.
"Yeah, I don't really have a car you know.. Or a license." She said with a small smirk.
Allison let out a small sound close to a laugh. "Well be careful, it's dark, and cold, and... Just be careful." Allison touched her shoulder again. Before rushing over to an impatient Lisa. Not before giving the bottom of Remy's visible suspender a snap though.
Remy tugged her bike lock free from the rack, and her bike. Before dragging it along, and taking off down the street. Wind whipping her hair around her head. A stupid smile on her lips.
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When Remy got to home she just wanted to crawl up and go to sleep with this wonderful tingly feeling that Allison had given her. Of course she wasn't that lucky.
She entered to the tv much louder than it needed to be. It really irritated her when the tv was on and no one was watching it. Especially because she could hear it loud and clear in her room.
She sidled around the couch, and scooped the remote up off the end table. Assuming her dad was asleep. She slowly turned it down, one notch, check her dad, two notches, check, three, check- "Remy!" She flinched, bringing her forearms over her. Dropping the remote.
"What time is it?" He rolled over, reaching one of his skinny arms for the remote. She swore he was living on alcohol, and the different fluids it came in. He rolled over looking for the clock. "What! Did you just come home?" Frustration was starting to build in his voice.
"Yeah, I had to ride my bike." She took a couple steps away from the couch. Wishing she would have used the window.
"Remy, how many times have I told you? I don't want you coming in here at all hours of the night. This is my house, I expect you to follow my rules!" He rumbled, shakily standing. She took a couple more steps back. A fear she hadn't felt for him in a while washing over her.
"There aren't any rules in this house! You don't have a job! You drink all the time! I'm surviving off of the money I only get because mom died!" She yelled back. Of course when Remy was scared she lashed out. It was exactly the wrong thing to say.
"Don't talk to me like that! You're just like your mother, a burden!" He yelled. Stumbling around the couch. Remy fought down anger, panic, and fear as he got closer. Choosing to stay plainly placid as he approached.
"Mom wasn't a burden, you loved her until the last minute. You still do! If you didn't you wouldn't have stayed." Remy turned up her chin to him. Her breathing picked up with suppressed emotion.
"Exactly! You're worse, because you're a confused dyke! Who doesn't appreciate everything I do for you!" He stamped towards the brunette. Who was resisting the urge to quiver up into a ball, and instead turning to go into her room, and ignore his yelling and rampaging to come with the help of the Ramones.
Then she was gasping, thrown against the wall next the her room. A hand bracing her against the wall by the shoulder. She knew that without it she would be on the ground, because the force of the blow had her shaking at the knees. If not that it would be the shock, that he had actually touched her. The last time her and her father had made physical contact it had been by her mother's grave.
Now she stood shuddering against the wall.
"Look at me when I speak to you." Her father said forcibly. As soon as the words left his mouth she was looking the other way. Off to the side. Staring at the back of the couch. Trying to retain any tiny bit of control in the situation. Small shaking breaths stung the lump in her throat.
Then there she was staring at her father, through red tinged vision. His glare had faltered. He was looking past her where his hand hung over her head, the force of the blow he head just struck to her cheek taking it there. He seemed to be realizing what he had done. She frowned at him. The movement stinging her cheek horribly. It seemed like that lit his fire back up.
He gripped her by the sides of her shirt. Spinning her and throwing her into her room. She stumbled and landed on the corner of her bed. Knocking the wind out of her. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself. Fighting off tears.
"Look. At. Me. When. I. Talk. To. You." He growled in the door, before slamming it. Taking a few steps away, then falling down against the couch. The weight of what he had just done settling in his stomach.
Remy curled in on herself. One hand going up to cup her cheek. Which had lost the numb feel, and now stung like hell. Her other hand was pressed flat to her stomach where she had landed on her bed. It ached and she felt like she was breaking.
The thin brunette took in a shaky breath. It burned in her throat again as she curled her fingers around the spot on her abdomen. Which was quickly evolving from a dull ache to a burning pain. She tried to take another breath, intent on focusing on the steady in and out of the air in her lungs. But they didn't seem to the be working right. It wasn't coming naturally like it should. She had to think about every in, and every out. Plus it hurt. Every time.
She curled tighter, which only made her stomach hurt more.
She just wanted to pull herself into such a little ball that she disappeared..., and stopped hurting. Her cheek gave a throb, and she couldn't hold in the little noise that gusted out of her at it. After the first her cheek took a pattern. Her stomach just ached, the pain had spread from the place where she had made impact to cover most of her stomach.
After an unmeasurable amount of time of lying there, taking account of her injuries, and pretty much just not thinking. The shock of what had happened still coursing through her. She noticed how cold she was. The chill of the wood floor she was lying on had worked into her bones, and she shuddered. Causing a pulse of pain to roll through her.
She crawled into bed with her clothes on. Still focusing intently on the in and out of air in her chest.
Remy pressed her palm to her cheek. It was on fire..., and the back of her hand stung too...
Then she remembered the incident with her bike seat. It was hard to believe that less than an hour ago she had been giddy because Allison had kissed her hand, and been worried about her. The memory of the feel of her lips on her hand came back to her. She wondered if it would feel as nice on her burning cheek. She didn't doubt it.
A/N So the end there is really sad... But it get's better (way better.) Soon (very soon.) So keep reading, and reviewing (way reviewing.) This gross sadness will pass. I promise.