You want me to Date You?

Chapter Eleven

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House sighed as he sat on his couch. 'Why did I agree with Cuddy about letting Stacy work at the hospital?' He questioned himself. He currently sat on his couch as he watched a rerun of his usual soap opera. He looked down at his phone seeing that it was six thirty pm. 'She should have been here by now.' He openly sighed and debated on just calling for take-out food. He knew that Cameron being twenty minutes late could be from anything from a long line at the grocery to traffic, to her just taking her sweet time. It was then that he heard the knock at the door to his apartment. "It's open!" he called out, not bothering to get up from his seat.

"I'm sorry!" Cameron called out as she quickly came inside, quickly shutting the door behind her. "The store was super busy and then traffic was just frustrating as hell." She said with a huff as she made her way into the kitchen, her arms full of bags.

House chuckled and looked over his shoulder. "Did you buy the whole grocery store?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "No." she chuckled. "I did get everything to make your favorite pasta dish though and I also got everything to make a good vegetable soup."

"You got everything to make lasagna from scratch?" he asked.

Cameron grinned. "I know that it's your favorite."

House grabbed his cane from the coffee table, stood and made his way in the kitchen. He watched as she unpacked the grocery bags a little at a time. "How do you know it's my favorite?" he asked.

"Wilson."

House rolled his eyes. "Of course."

"What?" Cameron asked with a giggle as she turned and opened House's oven and pulled out what pans were inside. "At least you have the right pan for me to fix this in. I was afraid that I would have to go back out."

House pulled out a chair at sat at the kitchen table. "Surprised?" He asked before his curiosity got the better of him and be began to snoop through the other bags.

"A little. You always say how you live off take out Chinese food and hookers at work." She mentioned as she took the pan that she needed and walked to the sink so she could rinse it out.

"Okay, this is going in the garbage, right now." House said suddenly.

"What?" she asked incredulously. "Nothing is bad that I bought House."

"But I hate celery." He grumbled.

"When I make the soup, you won't even taste it House."

"How can you like this vile thing? A vegetable that has strings in it, plus it has a taste only a mother could love."

Cameron placed the pan on the counter and turned to face him. "When I fix the soup, you won't even taste it, the celery will dissolve."

"But I will know that you put it in there." He counteracted.

"House... I'm not arguing." She chuckled before she turned back around to the counter and pulled a pot from a nearby cabinet. As soon as she turned her back she heard a lot of rustling and movement. She turned around to grab for the ground beef and noticed that the celery was gone from the table. "House... where did you put it?"

"Put what?" He answered, a shit eating grin appearing on his face.

"You know what." She giggled. "The celery."

"Oh that... I think it grew legs and walked off."

"House, where is it?"

"I swear! The damn thing grew legs and walked off. I think it's watching porn in the living room."