The remainder of what was left of the dia had passed rather quickly. She had spent hours upon hours researching and writing, while he just whistled or tried to make a small pyramid out of cards.
“Would you try to act your age for just five minutes?”
She asks in a low, annoyed voice, nodding towards the almost-finished card pyramid.
“Then I’d end up atuação like you, and not having any fun.”
He states harshly, concentrating as he steadily puts an 8 of Hearts on topo, início of a King of Spades card.
“How am I supposed to be fun doing this? No one can be.”
“Because, you’re not doing it in a fun manner.”
“This is coming from someone who thinks putting cards on topo, início of one another is a fun.”
“I don’t believe I ever said this was fun, this little baby just keeps me from the gigantic pit of boredom. It’s a scary place.”
His statement is full of sarcasm, as he speaks to her.
“So, what’s this entertaining way of doing this?”
She asks, pointing to the books and papers piled all around her.
He slowly stands up from her chair, and walks towards her.
“What are you doing?”
He grabs as much papers and books as he can, and drops them to the ground.
“Hey- What are the hell are you-?”
“This is the fun manner. Not working.”
“We’re supposed to have this done por seguinte week, this is no time for games-”
“Did you hear yourself? You said por seguinte week. seguinte week.”
He states repeatedly, making sure she understood.
“I’m not going to put if off like you always do with your work.”
“We have five days!”
He states, aggravatingly.
She stands up, and quickly picks up the papers and books.
“Yes, and I’d like to get it done within those five days!”
She states a little too loudly, while placing her books and papers on her desk, quickly knocking his card pyramid to the carpet floor.
He looks down at the cards on the floor, then glares at her.
“I worked forever on that thing.”
“We’re even now.”
She states, as she leans on the desk, facing him.
“All you had to do was bend your bunda over, and pick your work up, I have to completely re-do mine.”
“Are you done complaining, or do I need to get a pen and piece of paper to take notes?”
She asks sarcasm evident in her voice.
“Might take a notebook, if I’m going to complain about you.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t think I want to know what your complaints are.”
“Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“No.”
She states, blankly.
“Why don’t you-?”
“I’m not you. I don’t have to know everything.”
He shrugs.
“Not everything. I don’t want to know when my mom lost her virginity-”
“Ok, I get it.”
She cuts him, feeling awkward.
“Or, why you kissed me.”
He finishes his statement, and she just stares, trying to find words.
“I was drunk… I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
She quietly states, looking down, nervously.
He takes a step closer, coming into her personal space, and she can’t help but look up.
“I didn’t ask for a reason.”
He states, looking her in the eyes, as she does the same to him.
“Then, why would you even bring it up? You knew I’d give you a reason.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“Wanted to see if you’d give me the truth or not.”
“Well, I did-”
“And, you didn’t.”
He cuts her off, raising his tone on the last word.
“Oh, so you know when I’m lying now?”
“Yes.”
He states, matter-of-factly.
“I’m not lying.”
She states coldly, not giving in.
“Admit it, you wanted to kiss me.”
“It was the alcohol, not me.”
“Admit it.”
His voice is louder then what he intended it to be.
“Alright, alright. I wanted to kiss you.”
He gives an unsure look.
“Are you lying?”
She shrugs, and gives a small smirk.
“You’ll never know.”
“Would you try to act your age for just five minutes?”
She asks in a low, annoyed voice, nodding towards the almost-finished card pyramid.
“Then I’d end up atuação like you, and not having any fun.”
He states harshly, concentrating as he steadily puts an 8 of Hearts on topo, início of a King of Spades card.
“How am I supposed to be fun doing this? No one can be.”
“Because, you’re not doing it in a fun manner.”
“This is coming from someone who thinks putting cards on topo, início of one another is a fun.”
“I don’t believe I ever said this was fun, this little baby just keeps me from the gigantic pit of boredom. It’s a scary place.”
His statement is full of sarcasm, as he speaks to her.
“So, what’s this entertaining way of doing this?”
She asks, pointing to the books and papers piled all around her.
He slowly stands up from her chair, and walks towards her.
“What are you doing?”
He grabs as much papers and books as he can, and drops them to the ground.
“Hey- What are the hell are you-?”
“This is the fun manner. Not working.”
“We’re supposed to have this done por seguinte week, this is no time for games-”
“Did you hear yourself? You said por seguinte week. seguinte week.”
He states repeatedly, making sure she understood.
“I’m not going to put if off like you always do with your work.”
“We have five days!”
He states, aggravatingly.
She stands up, and quickly picks up the papers and books.
“Yes, and I’d like to get it done within those five days!”
She states a little too loudly, while placing her books and papers on her desk, quickly knocking his card pyramid to the carpet floor.
He looks down at the cards on the floor, then glares at her.
“I worked forever on that thing.”
“We’re even now.”
She states, as she leans on the desk, facing him.
“All you had to do was bend your bunda over, and pick your work up, I have to completely re-do mine.”
“Are you done complaining, or do I need to get a pen and piece of paper to take notes?”
She asks sarcasm evident in her voice.
“Might take a notebook, if I’m going to complain about you.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t think I want to know what your complaints are.”
“Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“No.”
She states, blankly.
“Why don’t you-?”
“I’m not you. I don’t have to know everything.”
He shrugs.
“Not everything. I don’t want to know when my mom lost her virginity-”
“Ok, I get it.”
She cuts him, feeling awkward.
“Or, why you kissed me.”
He finishes his statement, and she just stares, trying to find words.
“I was drunk… I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
She quietly states, looking down, nervously.
He takes a step closer, coming into her personal space, and she can’t help but look up.
“I didn’t ask for a reason.”
He states, looking her in the eyes, as she does the same to him.
“Then, why would you even bring it up? You knew I’d give you a reason.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“Wanted to see if you’d give me the truth or not.”
“Well, I did-”
“And, you didn’t.”
He cuts her off, raising his tone on the last word.
“Oh, so you know when I’m lying now?”
“Yes.”
He states, matter-of-factly.
“I’m not lying.”
She states coldly, not giving in.
“Admit it, you wanted to kiss me.”
“It was the alcohol, not me.”
“Admit it.”
His voice is louder then what he intended it to be.
“Alright, alright. I wanted to kiss you.”
He gives an unsure look.
“Are you lying?”
She shrugs, and gives a small smirk.
“You’ll never know.”
This is part four
of my fav huddy moments
starting wid my least fav
and ending with my alltime fav
50.IM THINKING WE SHOULD mover IN TOGETHER
49.CUDDY MOVES IN TO HOUSE'S OFFICE
48.THIS IS YOUR WAY OF ACCEPTING MY APOLGIE
47.HAVE YOU SEEN MY BALLS???
46.YOU JUST WANT SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM
45.HOUSE BUYS CUDDY A DESK
44.I SLEEPT WITH LISA CUDDY
43.SENT OF A MAN
42.MORNING AFTER THE FAKE NIGHT BEFORE
41.MERRY natal CUDDY