:P Enjoy!
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Gregory House causally walked into Wilson's office. He looked at Wilson and the crying patient and knew that he was about to get yelled at.
"House, can Du please leave?!" Wilson said, while the patient looked up teary-eyed at House.
"Fine," he sagte as he started to leave," I was just going to Abbrechen our bowling plans."
"What, why? er... I'll talk to Du in a minute. For now, get out!" House changed his voice,
"OMG, no need to be so angrwy, LOL ttyl!" He shut the door behind him.
"Oh dear god," Wilson sagte aloud.
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It was 1 o'clock, lunch time. House walked into the cafeteria and scanned for Wilson. He sat at a tabelle near the corner. He walked over and sat down.
" So, what do Du have going on that's better than bowling?" Wilson said. They both laughed.
"I am going to dinner," House sagte proudly.
"Okay...with who?"
"Ehh, I don't know if Du know her," House sagte jokingly," her name's Lisa, Cuddy?"
"Sure House. Really, who is it?"
"I'm serious."
"Alright, alright." Wilson stared House in the eye.
"Prove it."
"Go ask her yourself!"
"Are Du trying to embarass me, is that what this is? Is she in on it too?" He stood up.
"If Du didn't want to go bowling why didn't Du just say so?" He picked up his Essen and threw it in the trash can.
"Smooth," House sagte to himself," now Du have to buy your own lunch."
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It was 6:50 and House was already waiting in the lobby.
"Pathetic," he sagte aloud as a patient walked by. She shot him a dirty look. Just then, Cuddy came out of the elevator. She smiled. She didn't know whether to be excited that he was actually there oder that he ironed his shirt. He stood as she walked towards him.
"Where do Du want to go?" she asked.
"That depends, where do Du want to go?" She looked suprised.
"I'm just kidding." He smirked, " I was thinking the restaurant around the corner?"
"Sure," she agreed.
They walked out to his bike.
"You up for it?"
"Heck yes!" She said; House's face lit up.
She got on the bike after him and they rode to the restaurant.
They got seated, and House said, " So..."
She smiled. "Just to let Du know, I stink at small talk." House returned the smile. He hadn't been this happy in a while. The waitress came and they ordered drinks.
" Wow, Cuddy got a big girl drink!"
" Wow, so did House!" She giggled. Then house's cell phone rang.
"Hello?...no I...yes. Well I told Du that, didn;t I? Yeah, sure." He hung up the phone.
She looked up from behind a menu. He looked annoyed.
"Oh, Du know Du Liebe them like they're your children."
"They need to be put in a time out," he sagte as he looked over the menu. The waitress came again.
"Can I take your order?"
" I'll have the chicken parm?"
"Okay, and you?"
"I'll have the same." Cuddy giggled again.
"alright, I'll have them right out for you." She walked into the kitchen.
"What?" House asked.
"Oh, nothing," Cuddy said, taking a sip of her drink.
"I am capable of original thought. It just appears that we both have a good taste in food."
"Sure..." she said.
She looked at him in the eye. It seemed he had been looking at her for the past 5 minutes, and nothing else.
"What are Du staring at?" she asked as he smiled deviously.
"What do Du want me to be staring at? Please say your boobs..." she laughed.
"You're not nearly as charming as Du think Du are.
"Everyone over estimates me. I'm not nearly that charming and cunning." Their abendessen came and they talked for a while. House looked down at his watch. Ten o'clock.
"Oh, my it's late."
"No, not really. Come on, there's a soap marathon at eleven. Pwease?" House attempted to put on a welpe dog face.
"Oh gosh, fine." She picked up her things and they rode back to House's appartment.
Cuddy couldn't help but wonder what would be in store for the Weiter couple of hours.
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Gregory House causally walked into Wilson's office. He looked at Wilson and the crying patient and knew that he was about to get yelled at.
"House, can Du please leave?!" Wilson said, while the patient looked up teary-eyed at House.
"Fine," he sagte as he started to leave," I was just going to Abbrechen our bowling plans."
"What, why? er... I'll talk to Du in a minute. For now, get out!" House changed his voice,
"OMG, no need to be so angrwy, LOL ttyl!" He shut the door behind him.
"Oh dear god," Wilson sagte aloud.
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It was 1 o'clock, lunch time. House walked into the cafeteria and scanned for Wilson. He sat at a tabelle near the corner. He walked over and sat down.
" So, what do Du have going on that's better than bowling?" Wilson said. They both laughed.
"I am going to dinner," House sagte proudly.
"Okay...with who?"
"Ehh, I don't know if Du know her," House sagte jokingly," her name's Lisa, Cuddy?"
"Sure House. Really, who is it?"
"I'm serious."
"Alright, alright." Wilson stared House in the eye.
"Prove it."
"Go ask her yourself!"
"Are Du trying to embarass me, is that what this is? Is she in on it too?" He stood up.
"If Du didn't want to go bowling why didn't Du just say so?" He picked up his Essen and threw it in the trash can.
"Smooth," House sagte to himself," now Du have to buy your own lunch."
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It was 6:50 and House was already waiting in the lobby.
"Pathetic," he sagte aloud as a patient walked by. She shot him a dirty look. Just then, Cuddy came out of the elevator. She smiled. She didn't know whether to be excited that he was actually there oder that he ironed his shirt. He stood as she walked towards him.
"Where do Du want to go?" she asked.
"That depends, where do Du want to go?" She looked suprised.
"I'm just kidding." He smirked, " I was thinking the restaurant around the corner?"
"Sure," she agreed.
They walked out to his bike.
"You up for it?"
"Heck yes!" She said; House's face lit up.
She got on the bike after him and they rode to the restaurant.
They got seated, and House said, " So..."
She smiled. "Just to let Du know, I stink at small talk." House returned the smile. He hadn't been this happy in a while. The waitress came and they ordered drinks.
" Wow, Cuddy got a big girl drink!"
" Wow, so did House!" She giggled. Then house's cell phone rang.
"Hello?...no I...yes. Well I told Du that, didn;t I? Yeah, sure." He hung up the phone.
She looked up from behind a menu. He looked annoyed.
"Oh, Du know Du Liebe them like they're your children."
"They need to be put in a time out," he sagte as he looked over the menu. The waitress came again.
"Can I take your order?"
" I'll have the chicken parm?"
"Okay, and you?"
"I'll have the same." Cuddy giggled again.
"alright, I'll have them right out for you." She walked into the kitchen.
"What?" House asked.
"Oh, nothing," Cuddy said, taking a sip of her drink.
"I am capable of original thought. It just appears that we both have a good taste in food."
"Sure..." she said.
She looked at him in the eye. It seemed he had been looking at her for the past 5 minutes, and nothing else.
"What are Du staring at?" she asked as he smiled deviously.
"What do Du want me to be staring at? Please say your boobs..." she laughed.
"You're not nearly as charming as Du think Du are.
"Everyone over estimates me. I'm not nearly that charming and cunning." Their abendessen came and they talked for a while. House looked down at his watch. Ten o'clock.
"Oh, my it's late."
"No, not really. Come on, there's a soap marathon at eleven. Pwease?" House attempted to put on a welpe dog face.
"Oh gosh, fine." She picked up her things and they rode back to House's appartment.
Cuddy couldn't help but wonder what would be in store for the Weiter couple of hours.
"I always want to kiss you,"
When does Liebe become something we need, rather than something we want? Liebe was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Liebe is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Liebe is common currency when Du are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older Du get. Do we not care about the substance of what Liebe was and not what it has been made into today Von commercialisation from American Filme and Fernsehen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Liebe for real, can we Kommentar and judge others who are in Love. Liebe means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Liebe is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Liebe 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.
