House took poured a glass of whisky, before he sat down on his sofa. Cuddy took her jaket and shoes off, before she sat down seterusnya to him.
Cuddy: Have anda packed yet?
House: Wilson offered.
Cuddy: I can…help anda pack.
House nodded in agreement, and smiled as she stood up and turned around to walk towards his bedroom.
Cuddy: I think you’d just need a few things at first.
House followed her, she sat on his katil as he stood there; glass of whisky in hand.
Cuddy: On saat thought, you’re not the most co-operative of people, anda may be there longer.
House: Here.
House handed her a weekend bag.
House: Go nuts. I’ll be seterusnya door getting my drink on.
Cuddy: Wait. You’re helping, Crazy atau not.
House handed Cuddy some t-shirts and pants, then threw some balls of socks.
Cuddy: That wasn’t so difficult.
Cuddy zipped the bag up before dropping it down on the floor.
Cuddy: Wilson can get the rest, whenever anda need it. What now?
House: Oh look where we are!
House feigned an exaggerated shocked impression, whilst Cuddy stood there with her arms folded.
Cuddy: I thought we agreed to alih on and forget—
House kissed her on the lips. Drink still in one hand, the other on the curve of her back. Cuddy’s arms immediately felt at utama around his neck and broad shoulders.
Cuddy: Why do anda always have to change the rules?
House: I made them.
House dropped his drink, and as it shattered on the ground he picked Cuddy up with both arms. His hand in her perfectly curled hair, while the other wrapped around her tiny waist.
Cuddy: Have anda packed yet?
House: Wilson offered.
Cuddy: I can…help anda pack.
House nodded in agreement, and smiled as she stood up and turned around to walk towards his bedroom.
Cuddy: I think you’d just need a few things at first.
House followed her, she sat on his katil as he stood there; glass of whisky in hand.
Cuddy: On saat thought, you’re not the most co-operative of people, anda may be there longer.
House: Here.
House handed her a weekend bag.
House: Go nuts. I’ll be seterusnya door getting my drink on.
Cuddy: Wait. You’re helping, Crazy atau not.
House handed Cuddy some t-shirts and pants, then threw some balls of socks.
Cuddy: That wasn’t so difficult.
Cuddy zipped the bag up before dropping it down on the floor.
Cuddy: Wilson can get the rest, whenever anda need it. What now?
House: Oh look where we are!
House feigned an exaggerated shocked impression, whilst Cuddy stood there with her arms folded.
Cuddy: I thought we agreed to alih on and forget—
House kissed her on the lips. Drink still in one hand, the other on the curve of her back. Cuddy’s arms immediately felt at utama around his neck and broad shoulders.
Cuddy: Why do anda always have to change the rules?
House: I made them.
House dropped his drink, and as it shattered on the ground he picked Cuddy up with both arms. His hand in her perfectly curled hair, while the other wrapped around her tiny waist.
So...here is my work lol.
Hope anda like it...and there aren't any mistakes in it.
Tomorrow
"Tomorrow" anda tell me with a smile
Tomorrow everything will be different
Tomorrow everything will have changed
Tomorrow it will get better.
Tomorrow we will talk again
anda tell me with a smile.
Tomorrow...
Everyday anda tell me.
Tomorrow
But what if there won't be any tomorrow?
What if the world turns upside down?
What if I decide I'm sick of tomorrow
What if there won't be any tomorrow for me?
What if this is my last tomorrow?
What would anda do?
Tomorrow is endlessly for me.
Time contains of tomorrows.
Everyday is a tomorrow.
What if I don't want to carry on like this?
What would anda do?
But anda just keep on smiling at me
and tell me the magic word
Tomorrow.
And both of us know
it will never happen...
because there are just too many tomorrows.
