Uuhh... Sims Fic... kind of?
So here are a bunch of Sims screenshots. And a story. For my own amusement as much as yours.
Characters/Pairings: House/Cuddy, vague House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13 for... Sims mischief?
Warnings: Image heavy, but not too bad. Also bad writing and lame pretenses.
More Warnings: Crackfic. College. AU. etc. Not to be taken seriously at all.
The last thing James Wilson remembered was that he'd been sitting on the lounge couch watching television. He'd just wanted to relax a little before bed, but apparently he'd never made it to bed.
He knew this because when House started jumping on the couch precariously close to his head it jolted him unexpectedly awake.
"Get up," House demanded.
"What for?"
As it turns out House had skipped class and spent all day and most of the evening lugging a drumset into his room. Wilson was tempted to ask when House had had the time to learn to play the drums in the first place, but he had a few more pressing questions first.
"What happened to your bed?"
"Doesn't matter. Check this out."
And Wilson had to admit, House was pretty good. And the drums themselves were undoubtedly rad. Although Wilson's dancing? Not so much.
Anyway, Wilson had learned to stop questioning House a long time ago. And House had learned to put up with Wilson's general amount of fuss and worry. That's what best friends were for.
Cuddy often had a few questions about the "friends" part of their relationship though. Wilson took too much care of his hair for her to be totally convinced of his sexuality. And for all she'd known of him, he hadn't once had a date. The fact that they spent so much time together... well, it led to all the more doubts for Cuddy.
House, however, quickly put a stop to this line of thinking and set a few things extremely straight.
Wilson was unaware of the affair his two friends were having. Although he probably should have guessed that something was up.
But neither Cuddy nor House said anything about it, and aside from a slightly higher number of sexual jeers on House's part, neither of them acted any different.
Eventually Wilson was able to get House to put the drumsticks down for long enough to let him know he was going to bed. House said it was fine, he needed to do some studying anyway.
Wilson highly doubted this. He didn't think House used his computer for any sort of actual work.
The next morning the three were treated to a delight-it had snowed! Cuddy had been on her way to the library when a snowball hit the back of her head, courtesy of House and a snickering Wilson, and from there all hell break loose.
Afterwards Wilson claimed he needed to go work on a term paper. It was a weak excuse, and even though he looked expectantly toward House for his usual refute, House supplied none. Though House scoffed, he seemed to think it was a good idea.
"I've got some anatomy work myself," he'd grumbled.
Wilson thought this was very mature of him.
So did House.
From then on out, Cuddy was not too surprised to come home from class to find House lounging around in her bed. (After all... he didn't exactly have one.)
What disconcerted her was the amount of times Wilson would be in her bed too.
And when she came home to find House reading her journal aloud to Wilson? Well there was only so much she could handle.
"Get out!" she demanded. "Out, out, out!"
"Well you don't have to get your panties all in a bunch."
Cuddy had had it with his verbal abuse.
Which put House right back where he'd started.
