sorry about the delays again but I can tell anda right now I have written up to chapter 17… :) I have been thinking of anda guys… im not that harsh…
my week has been shit, like most other weeks…lol…anyways read and review (that’s also part of the reason for my delay in update, I need anda guys to review) !!!! those on fanpop, please rate…
xxx
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huddyaimee
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House and Cuddy, dressed in their underwear, had traipsed through the forest for a few hours before coming to an opening. It was a large field with a river cutting it and right infront of their faces was a small house. It looked abandoned, but not to House.
“Ah, there it is,” he exclaimed
“You knew it was here?” Cuddy asked slightly startled as Rachel played with her hair.
“Yeah, of course I did,”
“O-kay,” she berkata slowly.
“This is where I grew up,” he said, taking note on her blunt tone.
“Oh,”
A gentle breeze blew oleh and the wind chill had dropped a few degrees. House saw Cuddy shiver, and he ushered her to the house. Upon entering, she noticed it was a well furnished house, especially an old one. To her right was a stone fireplace and in front of that was a bulu rug and a small couch. To her left was a hand-crafted meja with matching chairs. Further back into the house was a small dapur with a fridge and gas cooker.
Cuddy immediately thought how there was gas and electricity out here.
“I tapped into the main supply, there’s free gas, water and electricity out here,” House said.
Cuddy nodded and continued through the house and down the hall. To her left was a bathroom – tiled unlike the wood everywhere else around the house. To her right was a small bedroom with a single bed, a boks bayi, buaian and a set of drawers. But Cuddy was not drawn to this; she was drawn to the room in front of her.
Straight there in front of her eyes was the most beautiful sight. The long grass, membagi, split oleh only the river which further down turned into a small lake. In the background were hills with the sun slowly descending behind them.
“Wow,” Cuddy muttered to herself.
She was broken from her fantasi when House came up behind her and put his hands on her waist.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes, she replied, almost sighing.
“Go and put Rachel into the boks bayi, buaian in the other room whilst I get the api going, come back here and grab the blanket and sit on the couch,”
Cuddy thought about the bed; she hadn’t seen a tempat tidur in here.
“The tempat tidur beneath your eyes, Cuddy!” House yelled from the other room.
Cuddy looked around and realised she was standing in the master bedroom.
Two chests of drawers were pushed up against the dinding behind her and on either side of the door. There was also another hand-crafted item; the King-sized tempat tidur which was covered in the bulu blanket that House had mentioned before.
Cuddy turned and went and tucked Rachel into the boks bayi, buaian in the other room and pulled the curtains. She returned to the master bedroom and grabbed the blanket and made her way to the main area where she found House poking and prodding the fire.
“How come it’s so furnished?” she asked him.
“I try come here for the weekend every week; I like it here,” he told her.
“You’re so – kind,” she said, thinking carefully about how she was to word her sentence.
“I am not really a misanthrope, it’s just a mask,”
“Would anda still be an pantat, keledai to me?”
“Why?”
“The legendary Greg House was the arrogant pantat, keledai that I grew to love,”
“I’ll put it on for anda then,” he said, sighing in a mock anger.
“Thank you,” she berkata happily – her smile beaming. She gestured for him to come and sit with her.
Opening up the blanket for him, House came and sat with her. She pulled the blanket around them, forcing him to lay against her chest. She sighed at the contact.
“Wait,” House said, pulling away and reaching into the meja beside the couch.
He pulled out a familiar jeruk, orange medicine bottle.
“Not Vicodin, please,” she complained.
“It’s not Vicodin,”
“I know Vicodin when I see it, House,”
“This is the medication people THINK I’m ‘addicted’ too,” he berkata using air-quotes.
“What is it then?” she asked.
“It stops us from changing. If we take one, it delays our change oleh six hours and when we take two, we don’t change at all that night,”
“So this is why I have seen anda at the hospital at night?”
“Yep,” he said, handing her two pills and popping two for himself.
She popped her pills and began mindlessly stroking his hair as he leaned against her and drifted off into sleep.
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huddyaimee
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im feeling nice and am going to give anda a teaser for the selanjutnya chapter, and you’ll be left waiting and anda will probably hate me…BUT…I DON’T CARE!!! mwahahahaha…so here it is…
‘I know anda can hear my thoughts, Lisa, but did anda ever think that I might be able to hear yours?’
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….please review…those on fp please rate!!!
xxx
my week has been shit, like most other weeks…lol…anyways read and review (that’s also part of the reason for my delay in update, I need anda guys to review) !!!! those on fanpop, please rate…
xxx
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huddyaimee
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House and Cuddy, dressed in their underwear, had traipsed through the forest for a few hours before coming to an opening. It was a large field with a river cutting it and right infront of their faces was a small house. It looked abandoned, but not to House.
“Ah, there it is,” he exclaimed
“You knew it was here?” Cuddy asked slightly startled as Rachel played with her hair.
“Yeah, of course I did,”
“O-kay,” she berkata slowly.
“This is where I grew up,” he said, taking note on her blunt tone.
“Oh,”
A gentle breeze blew oleh and the wind chill had dropped a few degrees. House saw Cuddy shiver, and he ushered her to the house. Upon entering, she noticed it was a well furnished house, especially an old one. To her right was a stone fireplace and in front of that was a bulu rug and a small couch. To her left was a hand-crafted meja with matching chairs. Further back into the house was a small dapur with a fridge and gas cooker.
Cuddy immediately thought how there was gas and electricity out here.
“I tapped into the main supply, there’s free gas, water and electricity out here,” House said.
Cuddy nodded and continued through the house and down the hall. To her left was a bathroom – tiled unlike the wood everywhere else around the house. To her right was a small bedroom with a single bed, a boks bayi, buaian and a set of drawers. But Cuddy was not drawn to this; she was drawn to the room in front of her.
Straight there in front of her eyes was the most beautiful sight. The long grass, membagi, split oleh only the river which further down turned into a small lake. In the background were hills with the sun slowly descending behind them.
“Wow,” Cuddy muttered to herself.
She was broken from her fantasi when House came up behind her and put his hands on her waist.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes, she replied, almost sighing.
“Go and put Rachel into the boks bayi, buaian in the other room whilst I get the api going, come back here and grab the blanket and sit on the couch,”
Cuddy thought about the bed; she hadn’t seen a tempat tidur in here.
“The tempat tidur beneath your eyes, Cuddy!” House yelled from the other room.
Cuddy looked around and realised she was standing in the master bedroom.
Two chests of drawers were pushed up against the dinding behind her and on either side of the door. There was also another hand-crafted item; the King-sized tempat tidur which was covered in the bulu blanket that House had mentioned before.
Cuddy turned and went and tucked Rachel into the boks bayi, buaian in the other room and pulled the curtains. She returned to the master bedroom and grabbed the blanket and made her way to the main area where she found House poking and prodding the fire.
“How come it’s so furnished?” she asked him.
“I try come here for the weekend every week; I like it here,” he told her.
“You’re so – kind,” she said, thinking carefully about how she was to word her sentence.
“I am not really a misanthrope, it’s just a mask,”
“Would anda still be an pantat, keledai to me?”
“Why?”
“The legendary Greg House was the arrogant pantat, keledai that I grew to love,”
“I’ll put it on for anda then,” he said, sighing in a mock anger.
“Thank you,” she berkata happily – her smile beaming. She gestured for him to come and sit with her.
Opening up the blanket for him, House came and sat with her. She pulled the blanket around them, forcing him to lay against her chest. She sighed at the contact.
“Wait,” House said, pulling away and reaching into the meja beside the couch.
He pulled out a familiar jeruk, orange medicine bottle.
“Not Vicodin, please,” she complained.
“It’s not Vicodin,”
“I know Vicodin when I see it, House,”
“This is the medication people THINK I’m ‘addicted’ too,” he berkata using air-quotes.
“What is it then?” she asked.
“It stops us from changing. If we take one, it delays our change oleh six hours and when we take two, we don’t change at all that night,”
“So this is why I have seen anda at the hospital at night?”
“Yep,” he said, handing her two pills and popping two for himself.
She popped her pills and began mindlessly stroking his hair as he leaned against her and drifted off into sleep.
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huddyaimee
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im feeling nice and am going to give anda a teaser for the selanjutnya chapter, and you’ll be left waiting and anda will probably hate me…BUT…I DON’T CARE!!! mwahahahaha…so here it is…
‘I know anda can hear my thoughts, Lisa, but did anda ever think that I might be able to hear yours?’
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….please review…those on fp please rate!!!
xxx
When does cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what cinta was and not what it has been made into today oleh commercialisation from American film and televisi commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience cinta for real, can we komentar and judge others who are in Love. cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? cinta 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.