"Does he mow your lawn too ou is he just fixing your plumbing?" House a dit to Cuddy as she watched her boyfriend, Luke Danes, leave the hospital.
"Yes, we're having sex. Done euphemising now?" She replied as she began to walk back toward her office. House followed her.
"You've been dating the le dîner, salle à manger owner for three weeks and he's already montrer up with lunch?"
"I'm not going to talk about Luke with you. Anyway,don't toi have a girlfriend toi should be plus obsessed with now?"
"Cate's at a conference in Seattle." He replied as he started flicking one of Cuddy's rubberbands.
"You miss her."
"She'll be back in two days."
"You still miss her." She said.
"It's been six months. She's practically living with me..."
Cuddy could see the worried look settle over his face.
"She's not Stacy number two. This commitment isn't going to blow up in your face."
House looked up at Cuddy.
"Do toi remember what today is?" He asked suddenly changing the subject.
"No...What's today?" She a dit as she began fidgeting with her pearls.
House couldn't help but to grin at her obvious nervousness.
"Two years il y a today is when I last kissed you."
Cuddy tried not to smile but failed miserably.
"You wrote down the day?"
"I don't have many memories worth remembering. That Kiss was worth it...Do toi ever think about it?"
"I use too."
He smiled sadly and then stood up ready to leave.
"We're both happy now, House. Let's not dwell on what could have been."
"Right." He a dit as he left the room.
Cuddy sighed to herself. Pushing her various forms out of her way she put her hand against the bare wooden desk. She smiled at the memory of finding it in her office. He had let her down with his immature groping and she was all but ready to give up on him. And then she saw her Med school desk. She was his again.
Cuddy traced a finger against her lip and closed her eyes.
"I wish I could forget that kiss."
"Yes, we're having sex. Done euphemising now?" She replied as she began to walk back toward her office. House followed her.
"You've been dating the le dîner, salle à manger owner for three weeks and he's already montrer up with lunch?"
"I'm not going to talk about Luke with you. Anyway,don't toi have a girlfriend toi should be plus obsessed with now?"
"Cate's at a conference in Seattle." He replied as he started flicking one of Cuddy's rubberbands.
"You miss her."
"She'll be back in two days."
"You still miss her." She said.
"It's been six months. She's practically living with me..."
Cuddy could see the worried look settle over his face.
"She's not Stacy number two. This commitment isn't going to blow up in your face."
House looked up at Cuddy.
"Do toi remember what today is?" He asked suddenly changing the subject.
"No...What's today?" She a dit as she began fidgeting with her pearls.
House couldn't help but to grin at her obvious nervousness.
"Two years il y a today is when I last kissed you."
Cuddy tried not to smile but failed miserably.
"You wrote down the day?"
"I don't have many memories worth remembering. That Kiss was worth it...Do toi ever think about it?"
"I use too."
He smiled sadly and then stood up ready to leave.
"We're both happy now, House. Let's not dwell on what could have been."
"Right." He a dit as he left the room.
Cuddy sighed to herself. Pushing her various forms out of her way she put her hand against the bare wooden desk. She smiled at the memory of finding it in her office. He had let her down with his immature groping and she was all but ready to give up on him. And then she saw her Med school desk. She was his again.
Cuddy traced a finger against her lip and closed her eyes.
"I wish I could forget that kiss."
So...here is my work lol.
Hope toi like it...and there aren't any mistakes in it.
Tomorrow
"Tomorrow" toi tell me with a smile
Tomorrow everything will be different
Tomorrow everything will have changed
Tomorrow it will get better.
Tomorrow we will talk again
toi tell me with a smile.
Tomorrow...
Everyday toi tell me.
Tomorrow
But what if there won't be any tomorrow?
What if the world turns upside down?
What if I decide I'm sick of tomorrow
What if there won't be any tomorrow for me?
What if this is my last tomorrow?
What would toi do?
Tomorrow is endlessly for me.
Time contains of tomorrows.
Everyday is a tomorrow.
What if I don't want to carry on like this?
What would toi do?
But toi just keep on smiling at me
and tell me the magic word
Tomorrow.
And both of us know
it will never happen...
because there are just too many tomorrows.