Drabble- She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
Hey everyone! This is for the Kutner_Hadley Community. I found a little table here and I liked number 30. This just kinda popped into my brain. I think the idea is cute, even if I didn't carry it out all that well...It's been a while since I've written anything, so it might be a little rusty. I'm terribly sorry about that and hope you can forgive me for it. Anyways, I hope you like it and comments make the little plot bunnies in my head work faster!
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Kutner sat staring boredly at the flower he was holding. He honestly wasn’t sure what kind of flower it was, just that he had picked it on his way to work. Why he picked it, he hadn’t a clue. He didn’t know much of anything lately. Not since he started really noticing her anyways. Things had been confusing since then.
He wondered how she felt about him. Did she like him in any way, shape or form? Did she even notice him, aside from when she had to speak to him due to work? Did she have a boyfriend yet? Or a girlfriend for that matter? He had no clue about her personal life. But he really wanted to know.
Only problem…He had discovered he was a nervous wreck talking to her. Except work. He could diagnose people with her around; talk to her about the patient, but he could not for the life of him ask her out. So he left his love life up to the little flower in his hand.
“She loves me.” He plucked one petal off the flower. “She loves me not.” Pluck. “She loves me. She loves me not. She loves…What am I doing? This is so stupid…” He glared at the half-plucked flower. After a few minutes, he sighed and continued.
“She loves me not. She lo-”
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a small ‘ahehm’ behind him.
“Ehh…Thirteen? Hey!” He tried his best to shove the flower anywhere she wouldn’t be able to see it.
“Morning. May I ask what you were doing?” She smiled at him in this way that suggested she already knew.
“I, uh, flower?” He turned a shade darker, which was unusual for him. He was Kutner, the goofball. He never blushed! But she did this to him. She made him nervous, shy, so unlike himself. And he loved her even more because of that.
She let out a small laugh. “It looks about dead.”
“Well, technically, it was dead when I picked it, but yeah, I get what you mean.”
“Yeah. So who’s it for?”
“Uhh.” He smiled nervously.
“Little guy crush on House?” She joked. She knew exactly who the flower was meant for, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him.
“Heh, yeah. Of course. Just couldn’t resist her.” He mock rolled his eyes, then smiled sheepishly, hoping she caught the obvious pronoun mixup.
“Yes, I know you can’t.” Her smile deepened as she walked over to him and kissed his forehead. As all moments must come to an end, so did theirs. Just then, both pagers went off, causing them both to jump.
“Uh, patient. Yeah.”
They both nervously headed to the room their pagers indicated them towards, Kutner determined to continue their ‘conversation’ at a later time.