Chapter 2: Dreams Are A Drug

House had to tell somebody. Normally he was good at keeping secrets, but this was different. This was... Cameron. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He was addicted to her.

He swings the door open to Wilson's office. Wilson ignores him, buried in his work.

"Don't ignore me, Wilson," House warns him. "I could be a dangerous drug addict."

"I'm not ignoring you," he says, looking up from his pile of papers. "I'm just... not acknowledging your existence."

"I haven't come for my prescription. I've come to talk."

Wilson raises an eyebrow. "Have a seat," he says, waving at the two chairs facing his desk. "Now," he says once House is seated. "Enlighten me. What have you come to talk about? Your daily Vicodin prescription, maybe?"

"I kissed Cameron," he blurts out. Shock hits Wilson like a tidal wave. He recovers slowly. "You...Did what?"

"Look, it wasn't big. I took her to a bar, she got drunk, and I..."

"Took advantage of her." Wilson's eyes are wide.

"No. She kissed me first! I- just, kissed back."

"House, this is huge! You kissed a girl, who is going out with Chase. He's going to beat you up once he's found out!"

"First of all, I don't have time to gossip. Second of all, I doubt Chase could kick my arse. A chipmunk's maybe, but not mine."

Wilson shakes his head, disbelieving. "You're unbelievable. You're treating this as a joke. Get out."

"You're overreacting!" House says. "Nothing else is going to happen!"
"Talk to her."

"Fine," he says, slamming the door on his way out.

He found her in the locker room. She was slipping on her top as he walked in.

"House!" She protests. "This is a girl's locker room!"
"Yeah, but what boy hasn't occasionally snuck into the girl's locker room from time to time?" House says, smiling. His smile fades. "Wilson said I need to talk to you."

"You told him?!"

She looked so beautiful when she was angry.

"What choice did I have?!" He shouts at her, frustrated. The room falls silent. "You're driving me crazy."

"Oh, House," she whispers. He leans against the locker he's cornered her into, both arms on either side of her.

"Please," Cameron whimpers.

"Does it hurt?" He asks her gently.

"No."

He leans in to kiss her, brushing against his lips. His body presses against hers, pushing it into the locker. Her lips are soft and warm, and kiss him gently. She sees fireworks exploding, nothing she ever saw before- not with Chase. Then the kiss ends and he walks out of the room. House- I

Chase- 0.

The kiss was everything he had been dreaming of. Dreams are like a drug. They don't last, and then the pain is left, sharper than knives. But the only thing he was addicted to was Cameron.

Sorry about the short chapter! I promise the Chapter 5 will be much longer. I can't reveal anything, but I can say the next chapter will definitely be dramatic.