Okay, so I couldn't help myself. I have absolutely no self-control (dear God, I'm House!). I told myself that I wouldn't start another multi-chap fic until I finished "Somewhere Only We Know", but well, I'm stupid and impulsive. I know this idea has been done to death, but I want to write something fun. I started thinking about it last night, and before I knew it, the story had already formed in my mind.
Anyway, I don't own "House" yada, yada, yada, and I hope that you all enjoy it :)
"He'll be paying for it."
James Wilson rolled his eyes as he handed the cafeteria worker enough money for both his and House's lunches. "You know you'll die before you could pay me back all the money you owe me." He told his friend.
"That's a little morbid don't you think?" House frowned as they headed towards a spare table. "I intend to live forever…so far, so good."
They flopped themselves down at the table, and began to eat their lunches.
"You don't seem too upset." Wilson pointed out, chewing on the end of his french-fry.
House quirked a brow at his friend…not really caring what he was talking about, but knowing he'd fill him in anyway. "And what would I have to be upset about?" He asked sarcastically. "My life is fantastic."
"Cuddy and Lucas." The oncologist clarified. "Just weeks ago you were hell bent on breaking them up, and now it's like you don't even care."
"That's because I don't." House said simply, before taking a sizeable bite of his burger.
Wilson tilted his head to the side, confusion clearly evident within his boyish features. "But why? I thought we established that you had feelings for Cuddy?"
"I guess we shared something once." House said, annoyed that Wilson was making him have this conversation. "But things are just weird now. She seems way too interested in trying to impress me, and showing me what I'm missing." He paused to take a sip of his soda. "It isn't attractive."
The oncologist nodded slowly. "You know you could have Cuddy if you really wanted to."
"I know." House said simply, finishing up his burger. "But I don't want her."
"Are you sure?" Wilson questioned his friend. "No offence, but Cuddy is probably your last shot."
The diagnostician blinked his crystal blues a few times in uncertainty. "What are you saying?"
"Come on House." Wilson scoffed. "You're what...fifty years old? You're miserable and rude. Your hair is greying, you just got out of a mental institution…"
"I'll have you know that I'm a catch." House injected in a huff of indignation.
The oncologist let out a small laugh and shook his head. "Yeah, okay House."
House leant back in his chair stubbornly, before moving back to his friend when an idea hit him. "I'll bet you one hundred bucks Wilson, that I can make any woman you name fall in love with me within ten days."
The oncologist thought carefully for a moment, before a smirk danced across his lips. "Okay then...Cameron."
House's brows were in danger of disappearing into his hairline. "Cameron?" He asked quickly…however it wasn't long before a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Oh, this is going to be too easy."
"You think so?" Wilson smirked.
"Please, the poor girl has been in love with me for years." House scoffed. "You could have at least picked someone that would be a bit of a challenge."
The oncologist shook his head slightly at his friend's confidence. "She's not in love with you anymore…Yes, she might have had a little crush on you back when she was working for you, but that's completely gone now."
"Then why did she come back to the hospital only months after leaving?" House questioned. "It's obvious that she couldn't stand to be without me."
Wilson rolled his almond orbs. "She's back here because Chase left, and because Cuddy offered her the head of Immunology job…A position that wasn't available at any other hospital."
"Is it fun living up there in la la land?" The diagnostician mocked his friend.
"Tell me this then House…" Wilson smirked. "If she still has feelings for you, then why hasn't she been following you around like a love sick puppy since she's been back? If anything, she's been avoiding you like the plague."
"She's clearly trying to distance herself." House smiled obnoxiously. "It must be hard having such strong feelings for someone."
"No House, It's because she hates you." The oncologist shook his head. "She can't stand to be near you after you drove her and Chase apart."
House rolled his crystal blues. "Jimmy, three things in life are certain. Death, taxes, and you being wrong."
A smile danced across Wilson's lips. "Well I guess we'll see in ten days then."
"I guess we will." House added as he got to his feet. "Wow, imagine all the lunches you'll be able to buy me when I win the bet."
A/N: Okay well I've always had trouble writing first chapters. It's difficult to strike that balance between setting up the story and making it entertaining…I promise though it will get better…But please let me know what you thought, and whether I should continue or not :)