It had been a week since they'd, toi know. par now, both of them moved on. They were moving on with their lives. No. That would be exaggerating. One of them was moving on. One of them was dating. But what about the other?
House was twirling around his cane, watching Cuddy in her office. She was talking to a man in a fixed suit. He looked all proper and clean. That alone irritated House.
He was a decent looking man. Wavy black hair, hazel eyes, the perfect guy Cuddy would fall for. Her perfect man. Well, her ideal man at least.
And being the type of woman that she is, her hands were all over him. She was fixing his suit and his hair as they talked. House felt disgusted. He pretended to gag. Suddenly Wilson walked by.
"Our new attorney."
"You mean Cuddy's new attorney/sex toy?"
"Anthony Garret. Hired him a couple days ago."
"Dated him a couple days ago."
"You gonna go in there? Admit you're jealous?"
"Not until he's out of there."
"Are you--intimidated par him?"
House ignored Wilson. He just watched as they continued to talk.
"You're actually jealous of him aren't you?"
"He's coming out."
He saw her give him a quick peck on the lips before he walked out of the office.
House glared as he walked past him, catching the door with his cane before it closed. Wilson remained outside.
"Enter House."
He walked inside and she was rummaging around, apparently looking for something.
"Found another screw-toy?"
He was leaning against his cane as she looked up at him.
"What do toi want." She seemed less interested in whatever he was there for, ou whoever, he was there for.
"That guy is a disgrace to all men. No sober, sane, ou godforsaken man would ever look like that."
"What in particular was wrong with him?"
"Everything."
"Inconclusive."
"His--hair."
"What about his hair?"
"It's too neat? Men shouldn't care what their hair looks like."
"Wilson does."
"I'm sorry, did Wilson go through a sex change?"
"Nothing was wrong with him."
"The way he looked at you--"
"He looked at me like a woman. He didn't look at me like a Brazilian prostitute ou an Asian hooker ou a--"
"Man."
"Exactly. toi just got mad because I have a new toy to play with."
"I just don't like him--"
"You don't have to House. That's my decision."
"You don't like him either. toi just like what he does, what he looks like and how old he is. toi don't like his character, toi like his personality."
"And toi know this because?"
"I know you."
"Is that so? We both know toi know plenty but do toi know enough--"
"You've been in l’amour only once and he broke your heart. His name was Matthew Lennor. First kiss, first sexual experience, first rendez-vous amoureux, date to homecoming, snowcoming, but alas didn't make it all the way to prom. Caught dead cheating with your former best friend Amy who toi haven't talked to since. From then on, toi never had a relationship with a guy longer than a month. Your usual interests in guys are where they go, what they do and what they've done. That's how toi look at their character. Personality-wise toi save later. toi could hate the personality but at he same time l’amour the character, like toi do, for me. When toi do focus on personality, toi enjoy men with either blue ou gray eyes. toi Kiss with a passion at first then let it ride with tenderness for the rest. When toi dance toi have the tendency to keep your head right below the guys' neck, so his chin rests right on your head. You've wanted a girl and two boys ou a boy and two girls since toi were thirteen. When toi get married toi want Canon in D played par me and then my own personal piece. toi decided that after our meeting five years later--"
"You still remember all that?" She asked sincerely.
"Your dorm room was 28th Street, October Hall, Room M409."
And he began to walk out of her office.
"Stay with him as long as toi want, but don't go assuming its going to last long." and he was out of there, before she could make her retort. She was left with mixed emotions, unsure of what to do next.
Wilson was still outside, and met House as he stormed out the doors. They began walking toward the elevators.
"You gonna enjoy the suivant few months?" Wilson asked sarcastically. House started to walk ahead, faster, faster finally reaching at least five feet in front of Wilson. His teeth were slightly clenched and his eyes slightly glared as he uttered,
"I'll enjoy them with a passion."
House was twirling around his cane, watching Cuddy in her office. She was talking to a man in a fixed suit. He looked all proper and clean. That alone irritated House.
He was a decent looking man. Wavy black hair, hazel eyes, the perfect guy Cuddy would fall for. Her perfect man. Well, her ideal man at least.
And being the type of woman that she is, her hands were all over him. She was fixing his suit and his hair as they talked. House felt disgusted. He pretended to gag. Suddenly Wilson walked by.
"Our new attorney."
"You mean Cuddy's new attorney/sex toy?"
"Anthony Garret. Hired him a couple days ago."
"Dated him a couple days ago."
"You gonna go in there? Admit you're jealous?"
"Not until he's out of there."
"Are you--intimidated par him?"
House ignored Wilson. He just watched as they continued to talk.
"You're actually jealous of him aren't you?"
"He's coming out."
He saw her give him a quick peck on the lips before he walked out of the office.
House glared as he walked past him, catching the door with his cane before it closed. Wilson remained outside.
"Enter House."
He walked inside and she was rummaging around, apparently looking for something.
"Found another screw-toy?"
He was leaning against his cane as she looked up at him.
"What do toi want." She seemed less interested in whatever he was there for, ou whoever, he was there for.
"That guy is a disgrace to all men. No sober, sane, ou godforsaken man would ever look like that."
"What in particular was wrong with him?"
"Everything."
"Inconclusive."
"His--hair."
"What about his hair?"
"It's too neat? Men shouldn't care what their hair looks like."
"Wilson does."
"I'm sorry, did Wilson go through a sex change?"
"Nothing was wrong with him."
"The way he looked at you--"
"He looked at me like a woman. He didn't look at me like a Brazilian prostitute ou an Asian hooker ou a--"
"Man."
"Exactly. toi just got mad because I have a new toy to play with."
"I just don't like him--"
"You don't have to House. That's my decision."
"You don't like him either. toi just like what he does, what he looks like and how old he is. toi don't like his character, toi like his personality."
"And toi know this because?"
"I know you."
"Is that so? We both know toi know plenty but do toi know enough--"
"You've been in l’amour only once and he broke your heart. His name was Matthew Lennor. First kiss, first sexual experience, first rendez-vous amoureux, date to homecoming, snowcoming, but alas didn't make it all the way to prom. Caught dead cheating with your former best friend Amy who toi haven't talked to since. From then on, toi never had a relationship with a guy longer than a month. Your usual interests in guys are where they go, what they do and what they've done. That's how toi look at their character. Personality-wise toi save later. toi could hate the personality but at he same time l’amour the character, like toi do, for me. When toi do focus on personality, toi enjoy men with either blue ou gray eyes. toi Kiss with a passion at first then let it ride with tenderness for the rest. When toi dance toi have the tendency to keep your head right below the guys' neck, so his chin rests right on your head. You've wanted a girl and two boys ou a boy and two girls since toi were thirteen. When toi get married toi want Canon in D played par me and then my own personal piece. toi decided that after our meeting five years later--"
"You still remember all that?" She asked sincerely.
"Your dorm room was 28th Street, October Hall, Room M409."
And he began to walk out of her office.
"Stay with him as long as toi want, but don't go assuming its going to last long." and he was out of there, before she could make her retort. She was left with mixed emotions, unsure of what to do next.
Wilson was still outside, and met House as he stormed out the doors. They began walking toward the elevators.
"You gonna enjoy the suivant few months?" Wilson asked sarcastically. House started to walk ahead, faster, faster finally reaching at least five feet in front of Wilson. His teeth were slightly clenched and his eyes slightly glared as he uttered,
"I'll enjoy them with a passion."
He looked...
Okay, this poem is basically in Cuddy's POV kind of to House. I wrote it to be kind of Cuddy's personal thing, but of course, it turned into Huddy. My first article on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what toi think! It's short and might be a bit confusing at first, but here it goes;
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure toi know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could l’amour you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do toi expect?
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure toi know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could l’amour you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do toi expect?
