A/N: *So this is the first chapter of the fanfic I've been working on. It was originally supposed to have a sad ending, but yesterday, I decided to on an alternate ending that I liked better. Thanks to all those who voted on my pick anyways. It was very reassuring to see that most of toi would have read my fanfic no matter what. Anyways, the idea behind this fanfic is to basically give a little bit of background into House and Cuddy's college days together and tie that into the events in LTEC. The paraells between their college days and the events in LTEC won't become apparent until Chapter 3 so please be a little patient. Hope toi enjoy the 1st chapter of my fanfic. *
"He cheated on you? I can't believe it. I thought he was a keeper," a dit Lisa Cuddy's shocked roommate Sara.
"I know," a dit Cuddy sadly.
"I'm so sorry," Sara said, but the words didn't seem to have registered with Cuddy who was still staring blankly at the floor.
"Hey, I have an idea to cheer toi up," a dit Sara.
"What is it?" asked Cuddy.
"You should come with me to Dylan Crandall's frat party tonight," a dit Sara.
"No, I'm not really in the partying mood," Cuddy responded.
"Oh, come on, Lisa, it's a Friday night. toi shouldn't be accueil par yourself walloing in self-pity. Besides, there are probably going to be a lot of cute guys there. toi might even meet someone who'll make toi forget all about Trevor," a dit Sara.
"I seriously doubt that, but ok, fine, I'll go," a dit Cuddy resigned.
Later on that night, Cuddy and her roommate were at the frat party. Sara spent the entire time at the party with Dylan Crandall leaving Cuddy alone. Cuddy was par herself watching them making out from the corner of the room. She didn’t know what to do. After what happened earlier in the day, she didn’t feel like talking ou dancing with any guys at the party. However, she also couldn’t go accueil either because she and Sara only took one car and she didn’t want to ruin Sara’s fun par telling her that she wanted to go accueil so early.
“I take it you’re not having much fun here are you?” asked a guy coming up to her.
“It’s kind of hard to when toi just found out earlier in the jour that your boyfriend was having an affair with your soon-to-be ex-best friend. Guys can be such pigs” Cuddy replied.
“In that case, I apologize on behalf of my gender,” he responded jokingly. Cuddy couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
“Since you’re talking to little old boring me, I assume you’re not having much fun here either,” Cuddy said.
“You see that guy who’s getting his face swallowed par the redhead in the green blouse?” he asked.
“Yeah,” a dit Cuddy.
“That’s my best friend Dylan. I don’t know anyone else here,” he explained.
“Then I guess toi and I are in the same bateau because that redhead in the green chemisier is my roommate, Sara. I don’t know anyone else here either,” a dit Cuddy.
“What do toi say we dance since we have nothing better to do?” he asked.
“You‘re a nice guy and all, but I don’t dance with strangers,” a dit Cuddy.
“Oh, sassy, I like that. My name’s Gregory House. I’m a third-year med student at the université of Michigan. You’re the first person to call me nice. The most common word used to describe me is jerk. Hmmm, let’s see, what else should toi know about me? Oh yeah, I’m single,” a dit House.
Cuddy couldn’t help but smile. “Lisa Cuddy. I’m a Pre-Med major at the université of Michigan. You’re the first person to call me sassy. The most common word used to describe me is idealistic, and, as toi know, I’m recently single,” a dit Cuddy.
“Great, now that we got the introductions out of the way, let’s dance,” a dit House leading Cuddy to the middle of the room where other people were dancing.
“Yes, toi may have this dance,” a dit Cuddy a little sarcastically.
“I’m also not one for social conventions,” a dit House smiling.
“Jerk,” a dit Cuddy.
“Idealist,” House shot back at her as they started to dance.
"He cheated on you? I can't believe it. I thought he was a keeper," a dit Lisa Cuddy's shocked roommate Sara.
"I know," a dit Cuddy sadly.
"I'm so sorry," Sara said, but the words didn't seem to have registered with Cuddy who was still staring blankly at the floor.
"Hey, I have an idea to cheer toi up," a dit Sara.
"What is it?" asked Cuddy.
"You should come with me to Dylan Crandall's frat party tonight," a dit Sara.
"No, I'm not really in the partying mood," Cuddy responded.
"Oh, come on, Lisa, it's a Friday night. toi shouldn't be accueil par yourself walloing in self-pity. Besides, there are probably going to be a lot of cute guys there. toi might even meet someone who'll make toi forget all about Trevor," a dit Sara.
"I seriously doubt that, but ok, fine, I'll go," a dit Cuddy resigned.
Later on that night, Cuddy and her roommate were at the frat party. Sara spent the entire time at the party with Dylan Crandall leaving Cuddy alone. Cuddy was par herself watching them making out from the corner of the room. She didn’t know what to do. After what happened earlier in the day, she didn’t feel like talking ou dancing with any guys at the party. However, she also couldn’t go accueil either because she and Sara only took one car and she didn’t want to ruin Sara’s fun par telling her that she wanted to go accueil so early.
“I take it you’re not having much fun here are you?” asked a guy coming up to her.
“It’s kind of hard to when toi just found out earlier in the jour that your boyfriend was having an affair with your soon-to-be ex-best friend. Guys can be such pigs” Cuddy replied.
“In that case, I apologize on behalf of my gender,” he responded jokingly. Cuddy couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
“Since you’re talking to little old boring me, I assume you’re not having much fun here either,” Cuddy said.
“You see that guy who’s getting his face swallowed par the redhead in the green blouse?” he asked.
“Yeah,” a dit Cuddy.
“That’s my best friend Dylan. I don’t know anyone else here,” he explained.
“Then I guess toi and I are in the same bateau because that redhead in the green chemisier is my roommate, Sara. I don’t know anyone else here either,” a dit Cuddy.
“What do toi say we dance since we have nothing better to do?” he asked.
“You‘re a nice guy and all, but I don’t dance with strangers,” a dit Cuddy.
“Oh, sassy, I like that. My name’s Gregory House. I’m a third-year med student at the université of Michigan. You’re the first person to call me nice. The most common word used to describe me is jerk. Hmmm, let’s see, what else should toi know about me? Oh yeah, I’m single,” a dit House.
Cuddy couldn’t help but smile. “Lisa Cuddy. I’m a Pre-Med major at the université of Michigan. You’re the first person to call me sassy. The most common word used to describe me is idealistic, and, as toi know, I’m recently single,” a dit Cuddy.
“Great, now that we got the introductions out of the way, let’s dance,” a dit House leading Cuddy to the middle of the room where other people were dancing.
“Yes, toi may have this dance,” a dit Cuddy a little sarcastically.
“I’m also not one for social conventions,” a dit House smiling.
“Jerk,” a dit Cuddy.
“Idealist,” House shot back at her as they started to dance.
When does l’amour become something we need, rather than something we want? l’amour was seen as something special a long time ago. Now l’amour is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. l’amour is common currency when toi are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older toi get. Do we not care about the substance of what l’amour was and not what it has been made into today par commercialisation from American films and télévision commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience l’amour for real, can we commentaire and judge others who are in Love. l’amour means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of l’amour is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? l’amour is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.