Chapter 9 – I quit, I give up
House turned off the ignition and looked down. He wasn’t going to mostrar anyone his emotions again. Stupid accident, what was he thinking? He knew what she wanted; damn it, he wanted it too, but she didn’t want to admit it. Now who was stubborn?
That wasn’t how things were supposed to have happened. She was always his kill-joy, his conscious; she kept him for doing crazy things, she saved his culo all the time. At the moment, he was the logical person; she was the one who kept running and avoiding the situations… how ironic was that?
He entered his house and turned the stereo on. His chaqueta fell on the couch
as the woman sang…
“But I don't know why that means tu and I are…
That means tu and…
I quit, I give up."
He grabbed a cerveza and sat on the couch. He wasn’t in the mood for TV, not even for the l World.
That was it, no más Lisa Cuddy, no más being a funny friend; the old Gregory House was coming back, whether anyone wanted him to, o not.
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Cuddy froze. She was parked outside House’s home, but she didn’t know exactly what she was going to do. He had made himself very clear. She had made a decision, and she was there. The siguiente step to be taken was to knock on his door and do something, say something.
There was a knock at the door, House heard it, but he was seated too comfortably to get up.
The knocks became stronger and annoying. He got up and opened the door quickly. Cuddy stood there; she never thought that he would open the door.
That was the reality, and she had to do something.
“House, we need to talk.” Cuddy said, calming herself.
“I think that we already did that.” He replied dryly and tried to close the door. She kept him from doing that; her hand was on the door and her eyes on him.
“I was fooling myself. tu did what I never thought tu could. tu actually
revealed your feelings. I didn’t know what to do. Can’t I have a little doubt? This is all new for me, even for Wilson…and…for you. ”
“Are tu finished?”
She didn’t know what más to say. There she was, trying to apologize to House, but he wasn’t listening. She took one step back and the door closed.
How could he, she thought. It was House after all…but he has changed right?
She wasn’t dreaming, all of that had happened. How could he just ignore it in a matter of minutes?
She stared at his house from under the rain. It was finished…it had never begun, but
it was finished. She got inside her car and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears from dropping.
He limped to his room, toke the t-shirt off and lay back on his bed. No más thinking for today. His corazón was killing him, something that he had only felt once in his life; something that he didn’t want to remember. Stacy.
That was it… but this time he was dumping her, not the other way around.
TBC
House turned off the ignition and looked down. He wasn’t going to mostrar anyone his emotions again. Stupid accident, what was he thinking? He knew what she wanted; damn it, he wanted it too, but she didn’t want to admit it. Now who was stubborn?
That wasn’t how things were supposed to have happened. She was always his kill-joy, his conscious; she kept him for doing crazy things, she saved his culo all the time. At the moment, he was the logical person; she was the one who kept running and avoiding the situations… how ironic was that?
He entered his house and turned the stereo on. His chaqueta fell on the couch
as the woman sang…
“But I don't know why that means tu and I are…
That means tu and…
I quit, I give up."
He grabbed a cerveza and sat on the couch. He wasn’t in the mood for TV, not even for the l World.
That was it, no más Lisa Cuddy, no más being a funny friend; the old Gregory House was coming back, whether anyone wanted him to, o not.
----
Cuddy froze. She was parked outside House’s home, but she didn’t know exactly what she was going to do. He had made himself very clear. She had made a decision, and she was there. The siguiente step to be taken was to knock on his door and do something, say something.
There was a knock at the door, House heard it, but he was seated too comfortably to get up.
The knocks became stronger and annoying. He got up and opened the door quickly. Cuddy stood there; she never thought that he would open the door.
That was the reality, and she had to do something.
“House, we need to talk.” Cuddy said, calming herself.
“I think that we already did that.” He replied dryly and tried to close the door. She kept him from doing that; her hand was on the door and her eyes on him.
“I was fooling myself. tu did what I never thought tu could. tu actually
revealed your feelings. I didn’t know what to do. Can’t I have a little doubt? This is all new for me, even for Wilson…and…for you. ”
“Are tu finished?”
She didn’t know what más to say. There she was, trying to apologize to House, but he wasn’t listening. She took one step back and the door closed.
How could he, she thought. It was House after all…but he has changed right?
She wasn’t dreaming, all of that had happened. How could he just ignore it in a matter of minutes?
She stared at his house from under the rain. It was finished…it had never begun, but
it was finished. She got inside her car and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears from dropping.
He limped to his room, toke the t-shirt off and lay back on his bed. No más thinking for today. His corazón was killing him, something that he had only felt once in his life; something that he didn’t want to remember. Stacy.
That was it… but this time he was dumping her, not the other way around.
TBC
