Three months later House and Cuddy were still happily married -er- i mean dating. (And yes they participated in the coitus. I'm just not going into that. That's for toi guys to imagine.)Until House had to ruin their relationship. (As usual i.e. the season 7 finale. salut maybe I should have House drive into Cuddy's dorm with his car. Oh wait, I'm not gonna do that because it's stupid! I'm talking to toi David Shore!) OK, now that my rant is over, enjoy this fic. It's pretty short, but the suivant one is long.
It was just another normal jour at the university. Well, most of it anyway. Classes to go to, tests to do, boyfriends/girlfriends to see. The usual.
"Hey." House a dit as he sees his girlfriend approach him.
"Hi." Jenny said.
(Yeah, Jenny. Catch my drift?)
"You doing anything tonight?" Jenny asked.
"I'm open from 6-9." House replied.
"Great. I'll see toi at your dorm at 6." She replied.
After class Cuddy went up to House.
"Can I come to your dorm tonight?" She asked.
"Sure come par at 8." House replied.
"OK. 8 it is." Cuddy a dit s’embrasser him on cheek.
(This is where House made his mistake. He told Jenny she could stay over until 9 but told Cuddy to come over at 8.)
Jenny comes over at 6. Blah blah blah. House is a cheating bastard. Fast vers l'avant, vers l’avant to 7:50, ten minutes before Cuddy is supposed to come over.
House and Jenny are now on the canapé making out when Cuddy walks in.
"Greg?! What the hell!" Cuddy screams then runs out of the room.
"Lisa! Wait up!" He says running after her.
"Get away from me, asshole. Never talk to me again!"
"Lisa-." He says but she was already gone.
"Greg, what was that stuff about?" Jenny asks.
"Get out. We're over!"
"Like what just totally happened?...Oh my God! You're cheating on me! toi a-hole!" She says walking out the door.
House sighs and puts his head in his hands.
It was just another normal jour at the university. Well, most of it anyway. Classes to go to, tests to do, boyfriends/girlfriends to see. The usual.
"Hey." House a dit as he sees his girlfriend approach him.
"Hi." Jenny said.
(Yeah, Jenny. Catch my drift?)
"You doing anything tonight?" Jenny asked.
"I'm open from 6-9." House replied.
"Great. I'll see toi at your dorm at 6." She replied.
After class Cuddy went up to House.
"Can I come to your dorm tonight?" She asked.
"Sure come par at 8." House replied.
"OK. 8 it is." Cuddy a dit s’embrasser him on cheek.
(This is where House made his mistake. He told Jenny she could stay over until 9 but told Cuddy to come over at 8.)
Jenny comes over at 6. Blah blah blah. House is a cheating bastard. Fast vers l'avant, vers l’avant to 7:50, ten minutes before Cuddy is supposed to come over.
House and Jenny are now on the canapé making out when Cuddy walks in.
"Greg?! What the hell!" Cuddy screams then runs out of the room.
"Lisa! Wait up!" He says running after her.
"Get away from me, asshole. Never talk to me again!"
"Lisa-." He says but she was already gone.
"Greg, what was that stuff about?" Jenny asks.
"Get out. We're over!"
"Like what just totally happened?...Oh my God! You're cheating on me! toi a-hole!" She says walking out the door.
House sighs and puts his head in his hands.
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.