Chapter 9 - "The Denial"
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Trying to mentally erase the image she just saw, Cuddy closed her eyes as she tried to sit up.
House stepped aside to provide her some space.
“Had a nice night’s sleep?” – He asked, getting a assento on his couch.
Cuddy rolled her eyes:
“House, I’m not at my best mood. Don’t push it.” – She threatened – “And what’s this for?” – She asked, picking up the lollipop.
He stared at it.
“By the way I caught you off guard por opening the door; I assume you weren’t the one who rang the doorbell?” – He asked.
Cuddy managed to stand up, and begun searching for her heels and purse.
“No. What’s that to do with it?”
“Well, I can only say that…maybe, the person who rang the sino for you, left you a souvenir.” – He pondered for a couple segundos - “It might’ve been the kid seguinte door. Bless his tiny soul.”
With a huge, long sigh, Cuddy picked her heels and put them on.
“Do you have any coffee in this pile of lixo you insist calling your apartment?” – She asked, reflecting how tired she was – “I can’t drive in this state.”
Oh playing the tough lady as always. Very well.
He started making the coffee. Cuddy made her way to the bathroom and, trying to block House’s topless image out of her mind, she tried to make her hair look presentable.
The coffee was almost ready when the phone rang. It was Wilson.
“Yellow? oi best buddy, what’s up?” – House asked.
Cuddy re-entered the living room area and took the coffee from the kettle, clearly listening to the conversation.
“House, neither you nor Cuddy have arrived at the Hospital yet. I tried to call her place a couple times but she doesn’t answer. What’s going on?”
“Cuddy spent the night here. She’s taking her coffee now; it was a long night, if you know what I mean.” – House said, with a hint of a smile in his voice.
“House, you jerk!” – She bellowed, throwing herself in his direction, afraid of what Wilson might think of his words.
“Is that Cuddy’s voice?! I thought you were joking. What happened between you two?”
“Oh, just sum 1+1, you’ll eventually find out the result.” – House managed to say as Cuddy tried to steal the phone from him.
“Easy there, honey.” – House said, finally passing her the phone.
“Wilson, I know what you thinking. Don’t. We didn’t sleep together.” – She said.
House shouted:
“SHE’S JUST IN DENIAL, SHE LOVED IT!”
“Well, actually, Cuddy, I saw you both beijar in the dance floor yesterday…”
“That was just a façade. The kiss. Remember? We were pretending to be a couple?” – She tried to explain.
“A QUITE LONG UNECESSARY KISS! TONGUE AND ALL!” – House added.
Cuddy threatened House with her cup of hot coffee. House yelped, trying to avoid some coffee sprinkles.
“Ignore him. I’ll explain to you later James.”
She hung up and turned to House.
“Why the hell did you do that?” – He managed, cleaning the few hot coffee sprinkles from his chest with a towel. – “Trying to spice things up?”
She ignored his question. She was pissed off and extremely tired.
“I’m taking this dia off. Can you manage one dia at the hospital without doing something stupid, without me around?” – Pause – “Nevermind."
“Almighty Lisa Cuddy is taking a dia off? Oh, I get it; you need a full recovery from that kiss.”
Cuddy‘s arm stopped midway as she tried to reach her handbag.
I knew he was going to use that kiss as a weapon. I got to get out of here.
“What’s wrong? Having a reverie?” – He added, standing up and coming closer.
Immediately.
She got hold of her bolsa and made it to the still opened door.
House added one last one:
“What, no goodbye smooch?” – He mocked.
Oh you insufferable git.
“Here, have a candy, kid.” – She threw the lollipop at him, and with a last menacing glare she turned her back to him and left.
When Cuddy entered her car, she sighed in relief.
This Ice-Queen role is really getting harder por the day.
He sure was quite persistent about what happened in the date…
…
Was he only joking?
I’ll never find out. And that’s why I can’t lower my defenses.
…
Maybe I should play the game, just to see what his reactions are. That’s probably the only way of finding out the truth. But if things go wrong, and he was indeed only messing around, I’ll get hurt again. No, I won’t risk it.
…
But what if he is serious?
Well, if he is, it won’t lead anywhere good. We have different perspectives in life…we’re professionals…well, I’m professional…
She shoved these thoughts away and rode home, longing desperately for a hot bath and her bed.
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House was back in the shower, absorbed in his thoughts once mais that morning.
I got to use another tactic if I want to lower her shields.
When it comes to sarcastic retorts she’s very experienced in shoving them away.
She’s been dealing with them for years, after all.
How would she react if he started treating her with mais decency? The fun would suddenly disappear, that’s for sure…What I like the most is seeing her irritated…
But I should take a break at being snarky all the time.
He had to make it up to Cuddy – After all, she spent the whole night sleeping outside because of his drunkenness.
He made a decision – he was going to take his dia off, too.
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Trying to mentally erase the image she just saw, Cuddy closed her eyes as she tried to sit up.
House stepped aside to provide her some space.
“Had a nice night’s sleep?” – He asked, getting a assento on his couch.
Cuddy rolled her eyes:
“House, I’m not at my best mood. Don’t push it.” – She threatened – “And what’s this for?” – She asked, picking up the lollipop.
He stared at it.
“By the way I caught you off guard por opening the door; I assume you weren’t the one who rang the doorbell?” – He asked.
Cuddy managed to stand up, and begun searching for her heels and purse.
“No. What’s that to do with it?”
“Well, I can only say that…maybe, the person who rang the sino for you, left you a souvenir.” – He pondered for a couple segundos - “It might’ve been the kid seguinte door. Bless his tiny soul.”
With a huge, long sigh, Cuddy picked her heels and put them on.
“Do you have any coffee in this pile of lixo you insist calling your apartment?” – She asked, reflecting how tired she was – “I can’t drive in this state.”
Oh playing the tough lady as always. Very well.
He started making the coffee. Cuddy made her way to the bathroom and, trying to block House’s topless image out of her mind, she tried to make her hair look presentable.
The coffee was almost ready when the phone rang. It was Wilson.
“Yellow? oi best buddy, what’s up?” – House asked.
Cuddy re-entered the living room area and took the coffee from the kettle, clearly listening to the conversation.
“House, neither you nor Cuddy have arrived at the Hospital yet. I tried to call her place a couple times but she doesn’t answer. What’s going on?”
“Cuddy spent the night here. She’s taking her coffee now; it was a long night, if you know what I mean.” – House said, with a hint of a smile in his voice.
“House, you jerk!” – She bellowed, throwing herself in his direction, afraid of what Wilson might think of his words.
“Is that Cuddy’s voice?! I thought you were joking. What happened between you two?”
“Oh, just sum 1+1, you’ll eventually find out the result.” – House managed to say as Cuddy tried to steal the phone from him.
“Easy there, honey.” – House said, finally passing her the phone.
“Wilson, I know what you thinking. Don’t. We didn’t sleep together.” – She said.
House shouted:
“SHE’S JUST IN DENIAL, SHE LOVED IT!”
“Well, actually, Cuddy, I saw you both beijar in the dance floor yesterday…”
“That was just a façade. The kiss. Remember? We were pretending to be a couple?” – She tried to explain.
“A QUITE LONG UNECESSARY KISS! TONGUE AND ALL!” – House added.
Cuddy threatened House with her cup of hot coffee. House yelped, trying to avoid some coffee sprinkles.
“Ignore him. I’ll explain to you later James.”
She hung up and turned to House.
“Why the hell did you do that?” – He managed, cleaning the few hot coffee sprinkles from his chest with a towel. – “Trying to spice things up?”
She ignored his question. She was pissed off and extremely tired.
“I’m taking this dia off. Can you manage one dia at the hospital without doing something stupid, without me around?” – Pause – “Nevermind."
“Almighty Lisa Cuddy is taking a dia off? Oh, I get it; you need a full recovery from that kiss.”
Cuddy‘s arm stopped midway as she tried to reach her handbag.
I knew he was going to use that kiss as a weapon. I got to get out of here.
“What’s wrong? Having a reverie?” – He added, standing up and coming closer.
Immediately.
She got hold of her bolsa and made it to the still opened door.
House added one last one:
“What, no goodbye smooch?” – He mocked.
Oh you insufferable git.
“Here, have a candy, kid.” – She threw the lollipop at him, and with a last menacing glare she turned her back to him and left.
When Cuddy entered her car, she sighed in relief.
This Ice-Queen role is really getting harder por the day.
He sure was quite persistent about what happened in the date…
…
Was he only joking?
I’ll never find out. And that’s why I can’t lower my defenses.
…
Maybe I should play the game, just to see what his reactions are. That’s probably the only way of finding out the truth. But if things go wrong, and he was indeed only messing around, I’ll get hurt again. No, I won’t risk it.
…
But what if he is serious?
Well, if he is, it won’t lead anywhere good. We have different perspectives in life…we’re professionals…well, I’m professional…
She shoved these thoughts away and rode home, longing desperately for a hot bath and her bed.
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House was back in the shower, absorbed in his thoughts once mais that morning.
I got to use another tactic if I want to lower her shields.
When it comes to sarcastic retorts she’s very experienced in shoving them away.
She’s been dealing with them for years, after all.
How would she react if he started treating her with mais decency? The fun would suddenly disappear, that’s for sure…What I like the most is seeing her irritated…
But I should take a break at being snarky all the time.
He had to make it up to Cuddy – After all, she spent the whole night sleeping outside because of his drunkenness.
He made a decision – he was going to take his dia off, too.
When does amor become something we need, rather than something we want? amor was seen as something special a long time ago. Now amor is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. amor is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what amor was and not what it has been made into today por commercialisation from American filmes and televisão commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience amor for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. amor means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of amor is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? amor 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.
