*Gasp!* Two fanfics, one hari :) Well, here is another fanfic, (another scenario like Prt. 1) Because I used to like Lucas, but now he needs to die. okay that's too drastic. Maybe...go on a luxury cruise and then crash on a desert island and never, ever come back again? XD lol please pardon my neurotic-ness.
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This takes place right after House drunkenly admits his cinta for Cuddy to Lucas. Cuddy's POV
*The selanjutnya Day*
" I don't want to do this." I was walking down the hallway to Wilson's apartment when I stopped dead in my tracks. Was I really angry at House? What did I plan on saying to him? I had no idea.
"Just speak your mind," I berkata aloud. I walked up to the door and knocked twice. House cracked open the door. He looked tired.
"Hi." Why was that so blunt?
"uh..hi." Alright, time to put on my game face.
"Just wondering, what happened last night?"
" I don't really know."
"Really? Because he just broke up with me."
" Cuddy I-"
"He berkata that we should stop seeing eachother. House, what did anda do?"
"Look, Cuddy," he berkata firmly, " I drank too much, I never intended for this to happen. Well, at first I did," he said, for one fleeting moment, managing a grin,
"Cud-Lisa. I'm sorry. I don't expect anda to accept my apology either. But, I hope anda know...that I meant everything I said."
My faux exterior had melted half way through his apology.
"House, it's ok. I'm sorry I was so...bitchy." I waited for a response, a grin? a chuckle? But he just sighed.
"Well, I'm sorry that I have to cut this conversation short, but I should probably sleep if anda want me at work today-"
It was spur of the moment. I just hugged him. He has really, really meant it. I could tell. He made no point to try to ask me out directly after either; a bonus. I stepped back. He looked relieved.
"Uhm...Would anda like to maybe...go to dinner?"
"Yeah, that'd be great." He smiled, which made me smile.
"So, I'll see anda at work?"
"Yeah, and House," I berkata before he shut the door, " You're not going to be this kind all day, right?"
" Haha what?"
"Not that I mind, I was just wondering."
"Hun, don't count on it," he berkata smirking.
"Bye."
I wanted to skip down the hallway.
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This takes place right after House drunkenly admits his cinta for Cuddy to Lucas. Cuddy's POV
*The selanjutnya Day*
" I don't want to do this." I was walking down the hallway to Wilson's apartment when I stopped dead in my tracks. Was I really angry at House? What did I plan on saying to him? I had no idea.
"Just speak your mind," I berkata aloud. I walked up to the door and knocked twice. House cracked open the door. He looked tired.
"Hi." Why was that so blunt?
"uh..hi." Alright, time to put on my game face.
"Just wondering, what happened last night?"
" I don't really know."
"Really? Because he just broke up with me."
" Cuddy I-"
"He berkata that we should stop seeing eachother. House, what did anda do?"
"Look, Cuddy," he berkata firmly, " I drank too much, I never intended for this to happen. Well, at first I did," he said, for one fleeting moment, managing a grin,
"Cud-Lisa. I'm sorry. I don't expect anda to accept my apology either. But, I hope anda know...that I meant everything I said."
My faux exterior had melted half way through his apology.
"House, it's ok. I'm sorry I was so...bitchy." I waited for a response, a grin? a chuckle? But he just sighed.
"Well, I'm sorry that I have to cut this conversation short, but I should probably sleep if anda want me at work today-"
It was spur of the moment. I just hugged him. He has really, really meant it. I could tell. He made no point to try to ask me out directly after either; a bonus. I stepped back. He looked relieved.
"Uhm...Would anda like to maybe...go to dinner?"
"Yeah, that'd be great." He smiled, which made me smile.
"So, I'll see anda at work?"
"Yeah, and House," I berkata before he shut the door, " You're not going to be this kind all day, right?"
" Haha what?"
"Not that I mind, I was just wondering."
"Hun, don't count on it," he berkata smirking.
"Bye."
I wanted to skip down the hallway.
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.