Chapter 7 - "The Twist of Events"
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She arrived at House's apartment only to find his legs in the place where his door should be. He was asleep half inside, half outside.
She threw her tas, dompet sideways and managed to drag him through the apartment (losing one of her heels halfway and throwing the other one off her foot, to balance her height) into his bedroom in about five minutes.
God he’s heavy. How the hell am I going to place him in bed?
She thought about waking him up, but if the dragging (and some bumping into some obstacles such as piles of book and empty bir bottles spread around the floor) didn’t work, nothing would.
She then decided to get a bantal under his head and a sheet over and leave him there in the floor of his bedroom, sleeping.
She left his bedroom, only after staring back at him for a couple seconds.
Only after closing his apartment door she noticed she was lacking something.
Her heels.
Oh, that’s great. Way to go, Lisa. Very Cinderella.
She had no way of getting them back tonight.
Oh my god. My purse. My car keys!
I’ve got to wake him up.
She began banging at the door with her closed fists.
Bad idea. It won’t work and I might wake up his neighbors.
Maybe one of them has his keys…No.
Wilson! Wilson must have them! He’s his best friend!
No…I can’t…he’s with Kelly; I can’t do this to him.
She groaned in frustration, supporting her back into his door and sliding slowly into the floor. She sat there, thinking.
Ironically, wondering what his neighbor’s would think if they saw her there, lying on the floor, barefoot, with a gorgeous two-tone nightdress, she fell asleep.
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Chapter 8 - "The Lollipop"
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House woke up with a terrible headache.
Ouch, Ow!
He rubbed his forehead and then tried to open his eyes. This was easy, since there was no light in his bedroom, besides a gentle smooth sinar, ray that was surpassing his window’s pane.
Suddenly he became aware that the ceiling was much further than it normally was:
What the…?
He squinted around. I’m in the floor? With a…pillow and a sheet?
He sat up.
Being on the floor wasn’t so weird. He got drunk after all; ending up on the floor was pretty common.
But the alcohol couldn’t explain the bantal and the sheet.
It wasn’t him, for sure. If he didn’t even have the sanity to reach the bed, how did he manage to get them?
Cuddy’s face appeared in his mind.
Ah.
He stood up as best as he could only to feel a small pain on his kidney.
What the hell?
He didn’t reckon a fall atau hitting an obstacle that could provoke that pain. Maybe Cuddy wasn’t so gentle while trying to carry him around the apartment.
Somehow the image of Cuddy struggling to get him to his bedroom made a wicked smile appear on his face.
And then fragments of the dance surfaced. And the kiss.
Did that really happen? I think so…yes. Well, there’s only one way to find out.
But that would depend on him getting to the Hospital, and meeting Cuddy there. But before, he needed a mandi, shower and a good, strong coffee.
He started making his way to the bathroom, but something caught his attention in the middle of the corridor.
A heel.
Cuddy’s heel? Why the…
This was too confusing for his hangover. But the curiosity was there, and so he wouldn’t rest until he’d found a solution to that puzzle.
He reached for the heel, bending over, and then spotted another heel, a few meters ahead.
Huh??
He scratched his head with Cuddy’s heel. The only plausible reason was that she’d spend the night there, for some odd, improbable reason.
He started browsing around for her. No good, she wasn’t around.
Wait a second.
She went halaman awal barefoot? Oh that’s precious.
Longing for the shower, he turned to make his way, but yet another item caught his attention.
Her purse, lebih like her handbag, resting on his couch.
Why the hell did she get rid of …?
He’s head begun throbbing a bit more. He took this as a sign to stop thinking.
He left the tas, dompet and the heels on the living room and finally made his way to the shower.
He turned on the water and let it flow over his head.
Ahh.
Then, he started thinking lebih clearly.
A small scheme formed on his mind. Maybe she had to get rid of those things to carry him. And then forgot them and only remembered too late. Yes, that was probably the most logical reason. Somehow he felt disappointed at this discovery. He preferred the idea of her spending the night over.
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Meanwhile, outside House’s apartment, an old man and his grandson were staring at Cuddy, who was peacefully asleep, leaned back in House’s apartment door.
“Gramps, is she a beggar?” – asked the kid, considering if he should give her his lollipop.
“No Louie. She’s far too well dressed to be a beggar." - berkata his grandfather.
"But she's barefoot." - Louie pointed out.
"Ah, yes. Well...Nevertheless, there must be a very good reason for it. And she might've lost her keys."
“But...isn’t this the apartment of that mister whom anda keep calling –That Punk-?” Louie asked “I thought he lived alone”.
“Well well, now, it’s none of our business. Let’s go, you’re late for school, young man.”
“Gramps, maybe we should wake her up. atau ring the bell?” - Insisted the young boy.
“I’m pretty sure she’ll prefer to wake her oleh herself with no one strange around her. And my guess is that she already tried the bell. Let’s go.”
He started making his way to the elevator. Louie, however, got off his grandfather’s reach and rang the doorbell twice, left his still wrapped lollipop on Cuddy's lap and entered the elevator right on time before it closed.
“Louie…you know I won't buy anda another one. Why did anda do that?”
The little boy shrugged.
“She lost her keys Gramps. It’s only fair.”
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House’s thoughts were interrupted oleh his doorbell.
It’s Cuddy. It can only be her at this time. She didn’t trust me enough to give her heels back. Typical.
Then another thought occurred to him.
Her purse. What if she had something important in there? Like her house keys, atau even…
He turned off the shower, quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and made it to the living room, spotting the tas, dompet and rummaging it. He found her money, and a set of keys.
For a membagi, split detik he wondered how she managed to go halaman awal without money and car keys.
His eyes almost bulged out his skull.
She can’t… - He thought, predicting her actions, knowing her too well.
He jerked his apartment’s door open, regretting it a few detik later as he heard Cuddy’s head hitting the floor, laying now on his feet, a lollipop on her lap.
This was probably the most improbable image he'd seen in a long time.
Cuddy woke up as her head hit the floor. She opened her eyes.
Oh god.
“House, you’re flashing me.”
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She arrived at House's apartment only to find his legs in the place where his door should be. He was asleep half inside, half outside.
She threw her tas, dompet sideways and managed to drag him through the apartment (losing one of her heels halfway and throwing the other one off her foot, to balance her height) into his bedroom in about five minutes.
God he’s heavy. How the hell am I going to place him in bed?
She thought about waking him up, but if the dragging (and some bumping into some obstacles such as piles of book and empty bir bottles spread around the floor) didn’t work, nothing would.
She then decided to get a bantal under his head and a sheet over and leave him there in the floor of his bedroom, sleeping.
She left his bedroom, only after staring back at him for a couple seconds.
Only after closing his apartment door she noticed she was lacking something.
Her heels.
Oh, that’s great. Way to go, Lisa. Very Cinderella.
She had no way of getting them back tonight.
Oh my god. My purse. My car keys!
I’ve got to wake him up.
She began banging at the door with her closed fists.
Bad idea. It won’t work and I might wake up his neighbors.
Maybe one of them has his keys…No.
Wilson! Wilson must have them! He’s his best friend!
No…I can’t…he’s with Kelly; I can’t do this to him.
She groaned in frustration, supporting her back into his door and sliding slowly into the floor. She sat there, thinking.
Ironically, wondering what his neighbor’s would think if they saw her there, lying on the floor, barefoot, with a gorgeous two-tone nightdress, she fell asleep.
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Chapter 8 - "The Lollipop"
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House woke up with a terrible headache.
Ouch, Ow!
He rubbed his forehead and then tried to open his eyes. This was easy, since there was no light in his bedroom, besides a gentle smooth sinar, ray that was surpassing his window’s pane.
Suddenly he became aware that the ceiling was much further than it normally was:
What the…?
He squinted around. I’m in the floor? With a…pillow and a sheet?
He sat up.
Being on the floor wasn’t so weird. He got drunk after all; ending up on the floor was pretty common.
But the alcohol couldn’t explain the bantal and the sheet.
It wasn’t him, for sure. If he didn’t even have the sanity to reach the bed, how did he manage to get them?
Cuddy’s face appeared in his mind.
Ah.
He stood up as best as he could only to feel a small pain on his kidney.
What the hell?
He didn’t reckon a fall atau hitting an obstacle that could provoke that pain. Maybe Cuddy wasn’t so gentle while trying to carry him around the apartment.
Somehow the image of Cuddy struggling to get him to his bedroom made a wicked smile appear on his face.
And then fragments of the dance surfaced. And the kiss.
Did that really happen? I think so…yes. Well, there’s only one way to find out.
But that would depend on him getting to the Hospital, and meeting Cuddy there. But before, he needed a mandi, shower and a good, strong coffee.
He started making his way to the bathroom, but something caught his attention in the middle of the corridor.
A heel.
Cuddy’s heel? Why the…
This was too confusing for his hangover. But the curiosity was there, and so he wouldn’t rest until he’d found a solution to that puzzle.
He reached for the heel, bending over, and then spotted another heel, a few meters ahead.
Huh??
He scratched his head with Cuddy’s heel. The only plausible reason was that she’d spend the night there, for some odd, improbable reason.
He started browsing around for her. No good, she wasn’t around.
Wait a second.
She went halaman awal barefoot? Oh that’s precious.
Longing for the shower, he turned to make his way, but yet another item caught his attention.
Her purse, lebih like her handbag, resting on his couch.
Why the hell did she get rid of …?
He’s head begun throbbing a bit more. He took this as a sign to stop thinking.
He left the tas, dompet and the heels on the living room and finally made his way to the shower.
He turned on the water and let it flow over his head.
Ahh.
Then, he started thinking lebih clearly.
A small scheme formed on his mind. Maybe she had to get rid of those things to carry him. And then forgot them and only remembered too late. Yes, that was probably the most logical reason. Somehow he felt disappointed at this discovery. He preferred the idea of her spending the night over.
---
Meanwhile, outside House’s apartment, an old man and his grandson were staring at Cuddy, who was peacefully asleep, leaned back in House’s apartment door.
“Gramps, is she a beggar?” – asked the kid, considering if he should give her his lollipop.
“No Louie. She’s far too well dressed to be a beggar." - berkata his grandfather.
"But she's barefoot." - Louie pointed out.
"Ah, yes. Well...Nevertheless, there must be a very good reason for it. And she might've lost her keys."
“But...isn’t this the apartment of that mister whom anda keep calling –That Punk-?” Louie asked “I thought he lived alone”.
“Well well, now, it’s none of our business. Let’s go, you’re late for school, young man.”
“Gramps, maybe we should wake her up. atau ring the bell?” - Insisted the young boy.
“I’m pretty sure she’ll prefer to wake her oleh herself with no one strange around her. And my guess is that she already tried the bell. Let’s go.”
He started making his way to the elevator. Louie, however, got off his grandfather’s reach and rang the doorbell twice, left his still wrapped lollipop on Cuddy's lap and entered the elevator right on time before it closed.
“Louie…you know I won't buy anda another one. Why did anda do that?”
The little boy shrugged.
“She lost her keys Gramps. It’s only fair.”
---
House’s thoughts were interrupted oleh his doorbell.
It’s Cuddy. It can only be her at this time. She didn’t trust me enough to give her heels back. Typical.
Then another thought occurred to him.
Her purse. What if she had something important in there? Like her house keys, atau even…
He turned off the shower, quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and made it to the living room, spotting the tas, dompet and rummaging it. He found her money, and a set of keys.
For a membagi, split detik he wondered how she managed to go halaman awal without money and car keys.
His eyes almost bulged out his skull.
She can’t… - He thought, predicting her actions, knowing her too well.
He jerked his apartment’s door open, regretting it a few detik later as he heard Cuddy’s head hitting the floor, laying now on his feet, a lollipop on her lap.
This was probably the most improbable image he'd seen in a long time.
Cuddy woke up as her head hit the floor. She opened her eyes.
Oh god.
“House, you’re flashing me.”
“WTF? Since when did she get here???”
*hits House* oh im sorry i didn't know you don't have a pair!!
