A/N: *So this is the first chapter of the fanfic I've been working on. It was originally supposed to have a sad ending, but yesterday, I decided to on an alternate ending that I liked better. Thanks to all those who voted on my pick anyways. It was very reassuring to see that most of u would have read my fanfic no matter what. Anyways, the idea behind this fanfic is to basically give a little bit of background into House and Cuddy's college days together and tie that into the events in LTEC. The paraells between their college days and the events in LTEC won't become apparent until Chapter 3 so please be a little patient. Hope u enjoy the 1st chapter of my fanfic. *
"He cheated on you? I can't believe it. I thought he was a keeper," zei Lisa Cuddy's shocked roommate Sara.
"I know," zei Cuddy sadly.
"I'm so sorry," Sara said, but the words didn't seem to have registered with Cuddy who was still staring blankly at the floor.
"Hey, I have an idea to cheer u up," zei Sara.
"What is it?" asked Cuddy.
"You should come with me to Dylan Crandall's frat party tonight," zei Sara.
"No, I'm not really in the partying mood," Cuddy responded.
"Oh, come on, Lisa, it's a Friday night. u shouldn't be home pagina door yourself walloing in self-pity. Besides, there are probably going to be a lot of cute guys there. u might even meet someone who'll make u forget all about Trevor," zei Sara.
"I seriously doubt that, but ok, fine, I'll go," zei Cuddy resigned.
Later on that night, Cuddy and her roommate were at the frat party. Sara spent the entire time at the party with Dylan Crandall leaving Cuddy alone. Cuddy was door herself watching them making out from the corner of the room. She didn’t know what to do. After what happened earlier in the day, she didn’t feel like talking of dancing with any guys at the party. However, she also couldn’t go home pagina either because she and Sara only took one car and she didn’t want to ruin Sara’s fun door telling her that she wanted to go home pagina so early.
“I take it you’re not having much fun here are you?” asked a guy coming up to her.
“It’s kind of hard to when u just found out earlier in the dag that your boyfriend was having an affair with your soon-to-be ex-best friend. Guys can be such pigs” Cuddy replied.
“In that case, I apologize on behalf of my gender,” he responded jokingly. Cuddy couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
“Since you’re talking to little old boring me, I assume you’re not having much fun here either,” Cuddy said.
“You see that guy who’s getting his face swallowed door the redhead in the green blouse?” he asked.
“Yeah,” zei Cuddy.
“That’s my best friend Dylan. I don’t know anyone else here,” he explained.
“Then I guess u and I are in the same boot because that redhead in the green blouse is my roommate, Sara. I don’t know anyone else here either,” zei Cuddy.
“What do u say we dance since we have nothing better to do?” he asked.
“You‘re a nice guy and all, but I don’t dance with strangers,” zei Cuddy.
“Oh, sassy, I like that. My name’s Gregory House. I’m a third-year med student at the universiteit of Michigan. You’re the first person to call me nice. The most common word used to describe me is jerk. Hmmm, let’s see, what else should u know about me? Oh yeah, I’m single,” zei House.
Cuddy couldn’t help but smile. “Lisa Cuddy. I’m a Pre-Med major at the universiteit of Michigan. You’re the first person to call me sassy. The most common word used to describe me is idealistic, and, as u know, I’m recently single,” zei Cuddy.
“Great, now that we got the introductions out of the way, let’s dance,” zei House leading Cuddy to the middle of the room where other people were dancing.
“Yes, u may have this dance,” zei Cuddy a little sarcastically.
“I’m also not one for social conventions,” zei House smiling.
“Jerk,” zei Cuddy.
“Idealist,” House shot back at her as they started to dance.
"He cheated on you? I can't believe it. I thought he was a keeper," zei Lisa Cuddy's shocked roommate Sara.
"I know," zei Cuddy sadly.
"I'm so sorry," Sara said, but the words didn't seem to have registered with Cuddy who was still staring blankly at the floor.
"Hey, I have an idea to cheer u up," zei Sara.
"What is it?" asked Cuddy.
"You should come with me to Dylan Crandall's frat party tonight," zei Sara.
"No, I'm not really in the partying mood," Cuddy responded.
"Oh, come on, Lisa, it's a Friday night. u shouldn't be home pagina door yourself walloing in self-pity. Besides, there are probably going to be a lot of cute guys there. u might even meet someone who'll make u forget all about Trevor," zei Sara.
"I seriously doubt that, but ok, fine, I'll go," zei Cuddy resigned.
Later on that night, Cuddy and her roommate were at the frat party. Sara spent the entire time at the party with Dylan Crandall leaving Cuddy alone. Cuddy was door herself watching them making out from the corner of the room. She didn’t know what to do. After what happened earlier in the day, she didn’t feel like talking of dancing with any guys at the party. However, she also couldn’t go home pagina either because she and Sara only took one car and she didn’t want to ruin Sara’s fun door telling her that she wanted to go home pagina so early.
“I take it you’re not having much fun here are you?” asked a guy coming up to her.
“It’s kind of hard to when u just found out earlier in the dag that your boyfriend was having an affair with your soon-to-be ex-best friend. Guys can be such pigs” Cuddy replied.
“In that case, I apologize on behalf of my gender,” he responded jokingly. Cuddy couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
“Since you’re talking to little old boring me, I assume you’re not having much fun here either,” Cuddy said.
“You see that guy who’s getting his face swallowed door the redhead in the green blouse?” he asked.
“Yeah,” zei Cuddy.
“That’s my best friend Dylan. I don’t know anyone else here,” he explained.
“Then I guess u and I are in the same boot because that redhead in the green blouse is my roommate, Sara. I don’t know anyone else here either,” zei Cuddy.
“What do u say we dance since we have nothing better to do?” he asked.
“You‘re a nice guy and all, but I don’t dance with strangers,” zei Cuddy.
“Oh, sassy, I like that. My name’s Gregory House. I’m a third-year med student at the universiteit of Michigan. You’re the first person to call me nice. The most common word used to describe me is jerk. Hmmm, let’s see, what else should u know about me? Oh yeah, I’m single,” zei House.
Cuddy couldn’t help but smile. “Lisa Cuddy. I’m a Pre-Med major at the universiteit of Michigan. You’re the first person to call me sassy. The most common word used to describe me is idealistic, and, as u know, I’m recently single,” zei Cuddy.
“Great, now that we got the introductions out of the way, let’s dance,” zei House leading Cuddy to the middle of the room where other people were dancing.
“Yes, u may have this dance,” zei Cuddy a little sarcastically.
“I’m also not one for social conventions,” zei House smiling.
“Jerk,” zei Cuddy.
“Idealist,” House shot back at her as they started to dance.
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when u are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older u get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today door commercialisation from American films and televisie commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we commentaar and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love 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.