"House?" Cuddy opened the door to House's office. He was sound asleep at his computer with a música playlist on the screen. At least it wasn't another porno video. Cuddy scrolled down the lista of artists in front of her.
-Abba
-AC/DC
-Aerosmith
-Alice Cooper
-Bon Jovi
-Duran Duran
-Eminem
-Hanson
-Linkin Park
-Madonna
-Me
-Poison
-Salt and Pepper
-Stroke 9
-The Cure
-The Who
Cuddy found it a little strange that House would listen to Abba, Eminem, Salt and Pepper, o Madonna. Plus, she didn't even know who Stroke 9 was. She was interested in seeing what songs o compositions House himself had made, so she clicked on Me.
Everything was numbered except one song. It was titled "Rachel". Cuddy clicked on it. Why did House have a song named after her daughter? Cuddy pressed the play button. It was a paino solo House had recorded, and it was beautiful. But the música came out extremely loud, waking House up.
Without bothering to open his eyes, he figured Wilson was snooping through his computer while he had the chance.
"Wilson turn it off." Cuddy giggled, startling House awake. "My God Wilson, you've changed." Cuddy ignored his comentario and went straight for the pregunta she wanted to ask. "Is this for Rachel?" House sat silently for a moment. "No, it's for some hooker I called over. She was nice. She threw in a massage with a happy ending." He smiled, but it dissapeared when Cuddy made a perrito, cachorro dog face that would usually be made por Cameron. "Yes."
Cuddy stopped the music. They were silent for a moment. "You know I'm with Lucas now." Cuddy whispered only loud enough for House to hear. He got very angry and started yelling. "Yeah, I know. But I made this before tu were with Lucas. Anytime I try doing something nice to mostrar I've changed, tu say Oh, but I'm with Lucas. I'm sick of hearing that, Cuddy, and tu know it!"
Cuddy didn't expect House to get so upset. So she just continued as if House hadn't interupted her. "I don't think Lucas and I will ever be commited. If I stay with him, tu will keep trying to break us up, and Wilson will keep talking to me about it but if I was with you, no one would try to seperate us."
Cuddy whispered her last few words, and House did understand. "Like I said; Everyone knows this is going somewhere."
-Abba
-AC/DC
-Aerosmith
-Alice Cooper
-Bon Jovi
-Duran Duran
-Eminem
-Hanson
-Linkin Park
-Madonna
-Me
-Poison
-Salt and Pepper
-Stroke 9
-The Cure
-The Who
Cuddy found it a little strange that House would listen to Abba, Eminem, Salt and Pepper, o Madonna. Plus, she didn't even know who Stroke 9 was. She was interested in seeing what songs o compositions House himself had made, so she clicked on Me.
Everything was numbered except one song. It was titled "Rachel". Cuddy clicked on it. Why did House have a song named after her daughter? Cuddy pressed the play button. It was a paino solo House had recorded, and it was beautiful. But the música came out extremely loud, waking House up.
Without bothering to open his eyes, he figured Wilson was snooping through his computer while he had the chance.
"Wilson turn it off." Cuddy giggled, startling House awake. "My God Wilson, you've changed." Cuddy ignored his comentario and went straight for the pregunta she wanted to ask. "Is this for Rachel?" House sat silently for a moment. "No, it's for some hooker I called over. She was nice. She threw in a massage with a happy ending." He smiled, but it dissapeared when Cuddy made a perrito, cachorro dog face that would usually be made por Cameron. "Yes."
Cuddy stopped the music. They were silent for a moment. "You know I'm with Lucas now." Cuddy whispered only loud enough for House to hear. He got very angry and started yelling. "Yeah, I know. But I made this before tu were with Lucas. Anytime I try doing something nice to mostrar I've changed, tu say Oh, but I'm with Lucas. I'm sick of hearing that, Cuddy, and tu know it!"
Cuddy didn't expect House to get so upset. So she just continued as if House hadn't interupted her. "I don't think Lucas and I will ever be commited. If I stay with him, tu will keep trying to break us up, and Wilson will keep talking to me about it but if I was with you, no one would try to seperate us."
Cuddy whispered her last few words, and House did understand. "Like I said; Everyone knows this is going somewhere."
Another Week went by.
Didn´t hear anything from Wilson o Cuddy o somebody else.
Dr. Travis and i went out for a walk. Today we talked about my childhood.
It was not easy talking about my Dad and Mum.
But i think we´ve had a good start at this chapter of my life.
There are often moments i´m jsut a little afraid about talking in this intimate way to Dr. Travis. Normally it´s Wilson i talk to like this. And there are many things he didn´t know yet like Dr. Travis.
My leg hurt a little when we were back. Emma brought me my pill and i swallowed it down.
I had some French brindis, pan tostado and two o three cups of coffee.
Frank had a girlfriend since three days. Her Name is Sally. She´s nice...for Frank. She had the Asperger syndrome, poor little girl.
So, this evening is damn boring. I played the guitar, listened to the canto birds outside, fighted with that Zombie-Bitch and.....
por tomorrow, ít knocks.
G.H.
(TBC)
Didn´t hear anything from Wilson o Cuddy o somebody else.
Dr. Travis and i went out for a walk. Today we talked about my childhood.
It was not easy talking about my Dad and Mum.
But i think we´ve had a good start at this chapter of my life.
There are often moments i´m jsut a little afraid about talking in this intimate way to Dr. Travis. Normally it´s Wilson i talk to like this. And there are many things he didn´t know yet like Dr. Travis.
My leg hurt a little when we were back. Emma brought me my pill and i swallowed it down.
I had some French brindis, pan tostado and two o three cups of coffee.
Frank had a girlfriend since three days. Her Name is Sally. She´s nice...for Frank. She had the Asperger syndrome, poor little girl.
So, this evening is damn boring. I played the guitar, listened to the canto birds outside, fighted with that Zombie-Bitch and.....
por tomorrow, ít knocks.
G.H.
(TBC)