A/N Yay for another chapter conceptualized because I couldn't sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Said that 16 times... It sucks...
Allison was pretty sure she could fall asleep like this. Even if it was a little cramped, and she would love to stretch her legs. The rhythmic thump under her ear was lulling her into a sleepy state. They had moved into their current position a while ago. After Remy had fallen onto Allison. So after much difficulty they had managed to get Remy on her back, with Allison between her knees. Legs curled up awkwardly so that she fit. Her legs were starting to cramp up. Not revealing your secrets to House was worth it though.
"Why can't you just tell me?" House asked, giving their confinement another not so gentle nudge with his foot.
"Because I don't want you to know every detail of my life." Remy replied her voice vibrating against Allison's ear.
"I'm not letting you out until you tell me." House warned.
"I'll call Lisa." Allison shot back.
"With what phone?" House gave the box another small kick.
"My cell pho- Shit, House!" She growled a hand going to her hip, then remembering she was wearing a skirt, and her phone was in her bag.
"Not my fault you don't have pockets." He replied reclining in the couch. A triumphant smirk on his face for no one to see. Allison groaned and thrashed about angry at herself, House, and Remy, for putting them in this situation.
"I hate you!" Allison stated in the direction of House.
"A lot of people do. Tell me and I'll let you out." He was chuckling.
"No." She rolled back over as best she could to lay face down in Remy's chest. The brunette glanced down at her frowning. Allison let out a long breath. "It's hot in here." She complaint was muffled against the brunette's tee-shirt.
"I think that's your fault." Remy stated starting to draw circles on the blonde's sweater covered back.
"What?" Allison looked up at her in the dark confinement.
"Well you're wearing a sweater.., and you're hot." She rose her brows with a smile that Allison could barely see.
"You're hilarious." Allison let her face fall back down into Remy's shirt.
"That was a compliment." Remy replied, sliding a hand up the back of the blonde's sweater to feel her burning skin. "You should take this off." She added.
"You're trying to get me out of my clothes again." Allison observed with amusement, lifting herself up at an awkward angle to look Remy in the eye. Knowing full well House was listening. She pressed a somewhat longer than needed kiss on Remy's lips.
"You know you don't have to tell me, if you're going to start taking clothing off I would happily let you out of the box to do so." House interrupted. Allison rolled her eyes, and pulled her sweater off as best she could in the close confines of the box. Arms bumping the top as she did so. Revealing her undershirt which clung to her body, and Remy wished she could see better.
"I could just give you my video camera, it has a light on-" He stopped suddenly. The two girls could hear some sort of commotion outside of their cardboard prison.
"Were you talking to yourself?" Lisa voice asked.
"No. God." House replied, sounding a bit further away than before.
"Why is there a chair on that box?" Lisa asked, then looking around for Allison and Thirteen who she had come to get.
"There are cats in there." House answered lowering his voice as he glanced in the direction of the box.
"Lisa your asshole boyfriend trapped us in a box." Allison banged on the side.
"Why were you in the box in the first place?" Lisa asked, lifting the chair off of it while glancing to House to make sure he wouldn't try to stop her.
"Remy." Allison glared at her girlfriend as she lifted herself off the brunette, and out of the box she had been in for almost two hours.
"I didn't know House was going to trap us." She directed her own glare at the only male in the room, who was staring at the wall across from him. A wide eyed innocent look on his face.
"You should always be aware when House is in the room." Lisa chuckled.
"Ow god, I don't ever to want to be in that position for that long ever again." Allison stumbled when she attempted to stand, Remy caught her swiftly around the waist. Her own legs shaky.
"Next time Lisa won't come to your rescue." House stated as the two straightened themselves out. Well in the physical sense.
"Next time Lisa will be even more angry at you." Lisa scolded her boyfriend, smacking him in the arm. "I'm not staying tonight by the way." She hit him again.
"Cameron you really should wear a thicker bra." House ignored the hits to his person and informed the blonde who was in mid stretch with her arms over her head, and her chest pushed out as she stretched her stiff muscles. "I can see your nipples all the way over here." She looked down at herself a blush already covering her cheeks as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I know it's cold out here but really. That's just indecent." House was grinning like a kid on Christmas seeming unfazed by Lisa's obvious anger with her. Finding great amusement in Allison's embarrassment as she pulled her sweater on crossing her arms protectively back over her chest.
"It is really cold." Remy commented attempting to save her horribly blushing girlfriend. "What do you have the thermostat set to?" She directed her question at House. Looking to where she knew it was from when he told her not to touch it.
"Sixty five as always." He replied also seeming to notice the colder than usual temperature. "Dammit if the furnace is jacked up again!" He stood walking to the thermostat, a scowl on his previously pleased features. "I do not have enough money for this." He groaned slamming his fist against the wall next to the thermostat as he noted the way the setting and the temperature didn't match up.
Allison rose her brows. Lisa let her forehead fall onto hands. Remy looked between the three bewildered by House's out of character reaction.
"If this is the same thing as last time.. Agh!" He grumbled slamming his fist to the wall again.
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"I'm thinking about getting a job..." Remy stated watching the blonde across from her working on the homework they had been assigned. Remy looked at her own and the couple answers she had written down. Then back to Allison to see her eyes focused on her with her eyebrows raised.
"What kind of job?" She asked drumming her eraser against the edge of her text book.
"The laundromat by me and House's is hiring. Part time, minimum wage. I could do my homework while I'm there." Remy glanced down at her homework again, and then back up to Allison's for her reaction.
"They still have laundromats?" Allison asked. Remy chuckled at that.
"Yeah, I'd be the 'attendant' make sure no one steals the laundry detergent and make change." She air quoted attendant. Smirking at Allison's eye roll.
"Sounds like a sweet deal." The blonde responded. "What made you start looking?" She asked.
"The furnace.. I've been thinking about getting one for awhile, I know that we need the money." She noticed Lisa watching them a couple rows of desks away. "It's cold in my room at night." Allison gave her a small frown at that statement.
"Have you applied? Everyone's looking for jobs these days." Allison leaned onto her hands. Remy didn't know how she had expected her to respond, but it wasn't like this.
"I have my application filled out, but I was going to tell you first." The brunette pulled a face at her rather serious looking girlfriend. Who laughed, giving her a small brush on the calf with her foot under the table. Remy glanced down a surprised smile making it's way over her features.
"Well, I have my own news.." Allison looked to their 'evil' English teacher at the front of the room. Grading papers, various other clusters of students had started to chatter. So she guessed that it was safe to continue their conversation without fear of being yelled at to quiet. Possibly risk a detention.
"Do you now?" Remy rested her chin on her folded arms looking up at the blonde through her bangs.
"Mhm.. My birthday's next week-" Remy rose her eyebrows and let out a small disbelieving noise.
"I like how you didn't tell me this sooner." She stated sarcastically. Getting another small brush of the foot to the calf, and a flustered look on the blonde's face.
"And," Allison continued, "my parents are talking about letting me have my dad's old car." She stated smiling hesitantly to her girlfriend. Unsure of how she would react much as Remy had been to her job news.
"You have your license?" The brunette asked a bit disbelievingly. Disliking how this conversation was showing how much they didn't know about each other.
"Yes, I have for almost a year now." Allison smiled at her and Remy brushed off that weird feeling she had gotten. They were sixteen.., Allison would be seventeen soon, they had only been together two months. They didn't need to know everything about each other. That's what love was about, getting know someone, and falling even more in love with them with every perfection, flaw, and story.
"Do I get to see it?" Remy asked. The foot that had brushed over her leg a couple times now came to rest against the edge of Remy's chair right between her thighs as she asked. She glanced to their teacher at the front of the room to make sure that she was paying them any extra attention, when her voice went up a little higher than she would have liked in order to avoid that attention. Then to Allison for her obviously planned action. The blonde kept an amazing poker face.
"Why would you want to?" She asked confusion seeping into her tone.
"I don't know, I like to see people's pictures." Remy offered, feeling Allison's foot brush one of her inner thighs.
"Mine's ugly." Allison replied, a hand instinctively going to protect the picture in the pocket on the flap of her messenger bag which hung over her chair.
"I really doubt that's possible." Remy countered smiling. Just as the foot that had taken up slowly sliding back and forth on her thigh moved forward a bit. She barely managed to hide the way her breath hitched. How did Allison manage to look so sweet and innocent while doing this to her?
"Maybe some other time, when I get pulled over or something." Allison removed her hand from her bag, and turned her attention back to her homework. Her foot never left Remy's lap. The brunette bit her lip and tried to focus on her own work. She looked up again to find Lisa smirking in her direction. Her eyes flitted to visible space under their desks back to her eyes. That girl knew her best friend to well.
A/N Short-ish chapter. I guess that's fair since I've had a couple long-ish ones. I hope you guys liked. House shenanigans, and some development. It's slowed down a bit. But it'll pick back up for a little while in someone soon to come chapters. I promise. Review and tell me what you liked of my short-ish chapter... I miss you guys. Only got one review on the last chapter. O.O Did I do something to upset you?(I love you Olivia) (I love al my readers but she reviewed the last chapter...) (Now I feel bad, I will never love you any less if you all keep reading, just wanted to tell her specifically I loved her because she doesn't have an account..) I love you guys, and would love to show you all my indvidual love which I can do by responding to reviews so go write them! :)