A/N: sorry this took so long even thought i promised it for ya'll last week. its cuz this chapter is much longer. along with that, i have had non-stop tests at school. and along with THAT, im drawing this house/cuddy meme thing so that takes up a lot of my time. well, read and enjoy!

Chapter 4

When Lisa Cuddy woke up on that beautiful Saturday morning, she knew it would be the start of a good day. Outside the sun was shinning, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the red robins in her backyard were chirping melodiously. Of course, Lisa has no idea what she was in store for today…

She rolled out of bed at exactly 7:00 AM and strode to her bathroom in small, quiet steps, careful not to wake her sister up who was sleeping in the room adjacent to hers. Once in the bathroom she stripped down to absolutely nothing, turned the shower on, and stepped in. Her shower lasted exactly 20 minutes, as it always did. Once dried off and clad in a violet towel, Lisa blew her hair dry so that it was light and fluffy and curled at the bottom. The time was 7:35; right on track. Next, Lisa brushed her teeth, moisturized her face, and applied clear mascara and a light brown eyeliner, to really make her blue eyes pop. When she was done using the bathroom, she reentered her bedroom and began to dress. She slipped on a black strapless bra and matching black thong and a green halter dress. She topped it all off with a pair of silver aviator sandals, a quarter-length grey sweater, a pair of silver studs, and her Tiffany's heart necklace. She looked herself over in the mirror and nodded, satisfied with her appearance.

Lisa then glanced at the radio-clock. 7:50, it read. She smiled knowing she was right on schedule, as always. Lisa waltzed downstairs feeling quite beautiful. She walked into the kitchen where her father and mother sat and kissed them both on the check. Then she grabbed her purse and headed out the door, not knowing what was yet to become of her so called, "perfect day".

"Lisa! Over here!" her friends called from a booth in the back of the diner. Lisa smiled and waved and headed over to her friends. This was always a ritual: Saturday morning at the local diner for pancakes and eggs and some major gossiping.

Lisa took her seat and thus began the numerous compliments.

"Ohmigawd, Lisa! You look so cute in that dress!"

"Where did you buy it? It fits you so well!"

"Uhg, why do you have to be pretty, Leese?"

Lisa just laughed the compliments off. "Calm down, ladies, it's just a dress!"

The waiter, a young gentlemen who couldn't be any older than 19, came round and took the girl's orders. He walked off towards the kitchen but not before checking out one Lisa Cuddy.

"Oh my god! That waiter was totally checking you out!" one of her friends proclaimed.

"Oh he was not," Lisa replied blushing.

"Psh! He so was it's not even funny!"

"Oh, whatever," Lisa said, trying to remain cool but obviously blushing and flattered as hell.

"Lisa, when he comes back with our food you have to ask for his number!"

"No I—" But Lisa didn't finish her sentence. She couldn't. Not when she noticed Greg House walk into the diner and begin looking around. Who was he looking for? Her? No, that would be insane, Lisa thought to herself. Totally insane.

"Leese, what is it?" one of her friends asked after noticing Lisa looking tense.

"Oh god, House is here!" she moaned.

"House from school? Why is that a bad thing?"

"Because," Lisa began, "he's crazy! Yesterday afternoon he followed me to my locker and kinda-sort-of asked me out. It was so sketchy!"

"Well, did you say yes?" another friend asked.

"Of course not!"

"Why? He's so hot!"

"So? He's such a pain! Besides, I've heard how much of a man-whore he is. That man cannot be trusted!"

"Yeah well, don't talk too loud because he's coming over here…"

"Oh, shit!" gasped Lisa as she tried to hide her face.

"Hey, Cuddy! I see you!" House shouted.

Lisa glanced up at House from her seat and grimaced. "I told you not to call me that."

"Right, right. Cuddles, I'm sorry," he smirked and took a seat next to her in the booth.

"Don't—"

"So, how are you this fine morning?"

"House, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing, I was just in the neighborhood and a certain little birdie told me you would be here."

'Who?"

"Oh that's not important, Cuddles!"

"Will you stop calling me that?" Lisa practically yelled, outraged at how childish he was being.

House was about to say something else utterly annoying but was put on hold when the waiter came back around with their food. The waiter smiled at Lisa, who smiled back. House, noticing the two flirting with each other, placed his arm around Lisa's shoulders and pulled her close to his side. He gave the waiter a look with the words "back off, she's mine" written all over it. The waiter, now assuming that the pretty young girl in the green dress was taken, frowned and walked away.

Lisa turned towards House looking more pissed off than ever. "What was that all about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Get your arm off of me!" Lisa roared, shoving House's arm off of her.

House complied, but to much dismay. All the while, Lisa's friends stared wide-eyed at the two teens.

"Hey, Lisa…we're gonna go take our food to the table over there," they said, pointing to a table on the other end of the diner.

"What? No, don't leave me here with him!"

"We'll be right over there if you need us!" they chimed as they left Lisa to sit all by herself with House. To her friends, it was obvious that they had some unfinished business.

"What the hell, House!" Lisa yelled.

"What? I didn't tell them to move! I guess they just see something going on between us." he smirked.

"No! There is nothing, absolutely nothing going on between us, House! Never was, never will be! Start getting it through your thick skull that I'm not interested in you!"

"Hmm…I think you're lying."

"Excuse me?"

"You may not want to admit it, but you're definitely into me."

"I am not!"

"Then how come you're still sitting with me?" House reasoned.

Lisa furrowed her brow and bit her lip. "You're an ass," she mumbled.

"Come on! Why don't you just admit it and go out with me? You know you want to!"

"Uhg, get out of my way, House!" Lisa exclaimed, ignoring and pushing House out of the booth so that she could stand. She looked in the direction where her friends said they would be, but saw no one. "They wouldn't…" she mumbled to herself.

"Wouldn't what?" House asked, looking over Lisa's shoulder.

"My friends they…left."

"Oh come on, it can't be that big of a deal."

"You don't understand, House! They were my ride home! And I only have enough money to pay for breakfast, so bus fair is out of the question."

"Hmm…I guess that is a big deal."

"You think?" Lisa spat. She went up to the counter and used her last few bills to pay for her breakfast. Then she proceeded to walk out of the diner. House followed her outside and put his hand on her shoulder. "I would lend you money for the bus, but I don't have any."

Lisa looked up at him. "Well, it's the thought that counts, right?" She then glanced at her shoulder and frowned. "You can take your hand off of me now."

House laughed but let go of her. "So what now?"

Lisa sighed. "I guess I'll walk home."

"You live near here?"

"No," she grumbled.

"I can see how you're in a pickle. I'll tell you what, why don't I give you a ride home?"

Lisa glared at House. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"What? Why?"

"I don't get into cars with strange boys."

"Ouch, that hurt," House replied, placing his hand over his heart. "Really though, what other option do you have?"

Before answering, Lisa weighed the pros and cons of getting into a car with House. Knowing him, he'd probably attempt to make a move on her while driving. Then again, she lived really far away and walking home would be a bitch in her shoes. "Okay fine. You can drive me home."

"Awesome. I'm parked over there," he said, pointing across the street to where a black Honda was parked next to a bright orange motorcycle. They walked across the street and Lisa placed her hand on the Honda's passenger door, waiting for House to open it. "That's not my car," he stated.

"What? I thought you said it was right here?" Lisa turned around and almost died of shock at the sight of House sitting on top of the motorcycle holding a helmet in his hands.

"I only have one helmet, so you can have it," he stated calmly, handing her the helmet.

Lisa wouldn't take it; she just stood in front of the motorcycle frozen still.

"What's wrong?" House asked.

"What's wrong?" Lisa suddenly bellowed. "What's wrong is that when you told me you'd give me a ride home I was expecting it to be in a freaking car! Not a motorcycle!"

"I never said I drove a car."

"You also never said you drove a fucking motorcycle!"

House smirked. "Touché." He then tried to hand her the helmet again. "Go on, take it."

"Nuh uh. There is no WAY I'm getting on the back of that thing!"

"Oh come on! It's not dangerous, I swear!"

Lisa just stared at him, not believing a word.

"I'm a really good driver! If I wasn't, I could never have passed the drivers test!"

"I don't care. I'm not getting on."

"Jesus, Cuddy! Just get on the fucking bike!" House exclaimed finally, rolling his eyes at her.

"…Fine." She took the helmet and placed it over her head and sat behind House on the bike. "I can't believe I'm doing this…"

House began to laugh. "You might want to hold on."

Without hesitation, Lisa snaked her arms around House's chest. "Drive slow!" she warned him.

House just smiled, revved the engine, and sped off.

"House! Slow the fuck down!" she screamed in fright.

"Calm down, woman!" he shouted over the noise of the cars passing. "Just keep holding on and you'll be fine!" Lisa gulped and tightened her grip around his torso. Without thinking, she closed her eyes and rested her head against House's back. House smiled, liking the close proximity. "Cuddy?"

"What?" she asked nervously.

"Where do you live?"

With her eyes still shut closed, she directed House towards her street. Once there, he pulled up in front of her house and stopped his motorcycle.

"Cuddy?"

"Yes?"

"Is this it?"

Lisa finally opened her eyes and stared up at her house. "Yeah." She got off of the bike and took off the helmet, shaking her hair so that it wouldn't stick to her face. House just gazed at her all the while, admiring her looks and poise. She handed him back the helmet, snapping him out of his daze. "Thanks House," Lisa said, actually smiling at him for once.

House nodded and watched as she descending her front steps. "Hey, Cuddy!" he called after her.

Lisa turned to him, finally adjusting to being called by her last name. "What is it?"

"About that date…"

Lisa rolled her eyes and couldn't help but smile. "No, House."

"Fine, but don't think that this is the last time I'll be asking you out!" House pouted.

Lisa just laughed, realizing that House pestering her to go out with him wasn't so annoying anymore. In fact, she was kind of flattered. She opened her front door and turned to face him once more. "Bye, House," she grinned and walked into her house.

"Bye, Cuddy," House sighed, wishing she didn't have to go so soon. As soon as he realized what he was thinking, he immediately stopped. "I'm just doing this for the bet and to see her boobs. Nothing else!" he reassured himself, though not actually believing a word he was saying. Truthfully (if that word was even in his vocabulary), House wanted much more than just one hookup with Cuddy. He had fun with her; a lot more fun than he normally did with girls. House drove off trying not to think about Cuddy for too long in hopes that all those mushy-gushy feelings would soon disappear.

He was half annoyed, and half pleased to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Lisa Cuddy off his mind.

A/N cont.: i hope you enjoyed this. i'll try to write and upload the next chapter asap! PLEASE R&R (also...who's excited for tomorrow's House episode? I AM!)