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oh how sad. D:

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on a side note: I have officaly sown on House's eyes. YAY, me.

now my hand hurts. here's what I've got so far:

House's sock had his eyes sown on, and I'm gonna do the beard soon. His hair is two cotton balls that I pulled apart (like the clouds in science) and when over with brown marker, getting a brown, and white colored effect. have to figure out how to put that on some time. I have his cane. it's a twig. (xD) I put some non-easy-to-see flames on in, I'm gonna sow that on also.

The Wilson sock is farther from being done then the House sock. doesn't have his eyes on yet. I might do that later tonight, but I have to get to bed early (babysitting!) so might not get that done. I got some old lavender colored sheet for his tie. (close enough to fabric) and I put some neat purple squares scattered on it. I'm gonna glue that on eventually. I have his yarn hair cut into a certain way, going to be glued on a certian way. Me and my dad have soaked it in coffee already. (just so it can smell like coffee. mm. coffee shampoo xD) it's drying right now. it should be dry sometime tomorrow.

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I'm babysitting tomorrow. but I'll still be on, updating about my life and such. even though you'll be in Utah. (where I haven't been before. *cries*)

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I went threw my desk drawer today. looking for blue buttons for House's eyes. here's some of the more interesting things I found:

A recorder (can record you're voice. much fun.)
a calculator (it's dead though.)
4 awesome coffee realted coasters. (with interesting questions on the back)
and 1 starbucks gift card. (wonder if it has any money on it...)

I've had a fun day. :)

fabric is nice idea.
yeah... My dad and I are getting closer to the answer with his hair.

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OH MY GOD!!! D:> how'd it die???!?!?!?! *cries* IT WAS TOO YOUNG! D,:

how old was it anyways?

I'm making House and Wilson sock puppets.

now I'm clueless to how to make
Wilson's tie
and House's hair.

AND DON"T SAY YARN. because House's hair is not at all like yarn. and you could just draw it on, but it wouldn't be that great. so there.

now, be my team for half a second, and come up with some answers!!! D:

oh how I was brought up by a Kutner fan.

he's my fav out of the ducklings... actually... I kinda like them all. but of course I have to love and worship Kutner.

just because you raised me that way. too bad my apple fell far away from your tree.

in fact, your tree must be on a hill. I was an unlucky apple, and I rolled down the hill slightly, and ran into the Hilson tree. Oh woe is me. I was born and raised as a Kutner lover, forever known to draw, and morn over his death.

but when I ran into that Hilson tree, I became another me.

But the memories of all the Kutner related learning still buzz around in my head to this day.

remembering the time when I knew how to use defrillibrators, and when my first word was 'Kutner'

missing the days when you would draw endless pictures of him, me being eager to draw him myself when I was ready.

When I would be a True Kutner Fan

but when I lost my concentraton, and rolled down that hill, I was afraid I would be alone and lost forever.

but when GDI1 brought me into her arms, conferting me, and making sure I was ok, I was eager to teach her of the ways of being a Kutner Fan.

but when she brought me into this whole new world, I was amazed, and in awe.

It was full of House and Wilson, as friends, as lovers, married, and pregnant, I soon met wolfinmyheart who tended for my needs.

Growing up in the new world of Hilson, I learned the ways of them, soon typing my own stories, and drawing my own pictures. I was the right age, and I was worthy of it.

Loving my new life as a Hilson fan, I never went looking for my past.

But when I did find out from GDI1 of my true identity... I was broken. all the long forgoten memories of you, and all the Kudtly fans, all rushing back into my head.

Seeing the memories flash before my eyes, I even recalled my true upbringing. it was you.

I learned all I did from you. I was introduced to House M.D. by you. I watched it because of you. I began drawing it because of you. everything that I had become, was because of you, and your obbsession with Kunter.

it is now that I recall my days as a young girl, not knowing who Kutner was, why he existed, and why you loved him so much.

but now I do realize. I do realize that I was born a Kutner fan. and I will always have a place in my heart for him.

~Hilson (but also Kutner) Obsesser Out.

I wanted to tell you this in person, or at least on the phone... but..

I shoved a knife into a socket.

SO HA! you HAVE to be Wilson now. you can't be my bestest fwend if you're... KUTNER. or 13.
YOU HAVE TO BE WIIIILLLLLLSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!! D>
*pats you on the back* I will miss you.

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side note. leaving for Yousemity. (whatever. x() on TUESDAY. coming back on... *counts on fingers* saturday... I think.
5 days, 4 nights. so. *pats your head* I'll miss ya buddy. make sure to make witty remarks about Esmerelda's tops while I'm gone.

*stares blankly at screen* it can't be found.

other than I can't see it... IT LOOKS GREAT! :D

neva mind. we're going to Disney on... *drumroll*

TUESDAY!!! :D

just needed to tell you that. *ruffles up your hair* neh-heh. everything does happen on Tuesday.
(you just walk away mumbling madly to yourself)

holy cane! D:

I just relized that the song, "Never Let Go" by Josh Groban, totally FITS KUTNER. xD

kinda. it's got the whole idea of someone, (maybe Taub) commanding Kutner to *starts singing* Never let go! NEVER LET GOOOOO!!!

xD :9

something that crossed my mind after reading that story, and then listening to the song.

good god, I am looking foward to seeing Kutner and Taub (also 13) in action.

just as much as I am to see Amber die, Wilson cry, Cuddy confert...

and House just stand there. (xD)

see. look what I told you. I knew I would ramble on about nothing later (or earlier?) in the night (morning?)

the way that people talk about Lucas, and how AWESOME, and THEY BETTER BRING HIM BACK, and OMG! HE'S SO SEXXAY! (not me)
makes me want to see him really badly in teh 5th season.

Foreman has started school already.
Cameron... well she hasn't.
Chase... obvious.
Lucas... another obvious.
Cuddy... wow. this is sad.
You... ???
Me... kind of not looking foward to Lorbeer.
I mean... are you?

cause I'm not. *pouts* I wanta stay at Decker.
Wilson: you have to move on with you're life.
then why won't you get the guts and scream at House that "I LOVE YOU!"
House: . . . that's creepy.
. . . I didn't mean ME! *sighs and slaps 4head* this makes me angry.

lookie here! *points at drink* SOMEBODY PUT SPEED IN MY LIMEADE!.. WEIRD. ><

*glares at you* YOU YAWNED. IT WAS A SYMPTOM! STOOP PUTEN MEH ON HAPPEH PILLS.
I'm not emo. I just hate my life. so there.
(naw. I'm not Kutner. I really do like my life.)

*wipes tear* I'm not looking foward to his death. he seems like a great character. *sobs*
House: how can we be the same person? I don't cry. in fact, my tear ducts are shriveled up, and dead.
I bet you would cry if Wilson died.
House: *glances around room* *points in face* you don't speak about that. *glare* *pokes*
*pushes away* don't worry. I only tell Gilli- oh. this is gonna be a problem.
House: You told?! D>
*shrug* I didn't think it mattered. plus, Gill is 3 people. I dought that she's gonna tell Wilson. the person she likes the least.

Wilson: *walks in* I heard you would morn over my death? *raises eyebrow*
House: *glare* I hate choo...
*sweatdrop* if you kill me, you kill yourself. so HA.

Esmeralda: (with Cuddy by side) House and Wilson have clinic hours. *crosses arms*
Me: but that means that I have to go to! D:
Ezmer: *nods* yup.
You: *walks in* what's up?
Me: stupid Esmer. *glare* are alter egos have clinic hours.
You: that sucks.

wait... why am I typing this?
that was kinda fun to type. tell me if you like the idea of our House characters doing what we have to do, and us doing what they have to do along with eachother.
*nods* that made no sence did it?
House: did to me.
because we're the same person. sheesh.
*shakes head* I will never learn.

that was a remarkeble story.

I would type more... but I'm to lazy to.

LOVE THE TAUB AND KUTNER AND HOUSE AND WILSON SCENES! :D

(more later)

Unidentified.
By Kirbyluva11

Wilson and House were moaning with pleasure as they kissed madly on the couch.

“we should stop.” House pulled back. Wilson looked with non understood eyes. “what do you mean?” he asked, fear growing in him that House didn’t love him.

House pulled Wilson into his lips with his tie. Pulling back, the saliva from their mouths dripping down, he spoke.

“we should be in my bedroom.” House smirked.

Wilson could recall when he was first was friends with House, how all the fights made him want to just leave the stupid guy to rot alone. He couldn’t leave though. Something had made him stay, something other than just friendship. He loved his wives… he truly did. But it was the way Greg smiled at Wilson that kept him going threw the day.

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James ran to catch up with House. “Gregory! Wait up!” he called. Greg turned, a frown on his face. “I was hoping that you would leave me alone. Just because I beat up that jerk for you doesn’t mean I like you in any way.” Greg turned again, walking faster from the little nerd behind him.

“but! You helped me. I owe you.” Jimmy said walking beside the taller and older senior.

“I’m just being kind to a new Freshman. Go find some freshies to annoy.” Greg waved his hand away. “shoo. Go on. Shoo.” He waved both of his hands. He pushed his brown hair out of his face, and his lightning blue eyes glowed in the chilly fall air.

“no body likes me. None of the other freshmen want to be my friends. My family just moved here, I don’t know any one.” Jimmy said, staying where he was. He rolled down the sleeves to his over sized McGill sweatshirt.

Greg sighed. “well. I know you won’t like me. No one likes the doctor.” Greg turned, and made a hasty retreat to where he parked his car.

But little Jimmy continued to follow him.

“I’m going to be a doctor also. An oncologist.” Jimmy said proudly, also his arms swinging at his sides.
“that’s great. Now go away kid. I just want to get home.” Greg turned to his car, pulled out the keys to it.

“do you want to grab something to eat?”

Greg looked up from opening his car door.

Jimmy was holding his hands at his chest, his fingers intertwined. He was smiling sheepishly. He raised his eyebrows, revealing his soft brown eyes.

Greg sighed. “no.” he said strictly.

“I’ll pay!” Jimmy shouted, running over next to Greg as he sat down in his car.

Greg sighed, rolled his eyes, and just put the keys in the ignition.

“get in.” he said flatly.

Jimmy smiled, and ran around to the other side of the car, jumping in happily.

“I’m James Wilson.” He said putting his hand out.
“Gregory House.” Greg shook his hand.

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It seemed like just yesterday that the two just met. It was a fun, and simple friendship then. Now it was escalating to something new. Something that neither of them had explored before.

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Jimmy sat eating his salad. He wiped his mouth with his napken, as Greg just scarfed down his hamburger.

“so what do you want to specialze in?” Jimmy asked, pouring some ranch on his small bowl of leaves.

Greg sipped some soda, swallowing both the liquid and solid down to his stomach.

“Department of Diagnostic Medicene. Unlike you, I want to tell people happy news. Not, ‘you’re dieing from cancer!’”

Jimmy smiled at this. Greg raised a eyebrow. “I didn’t think that you would smile at my rudeness.” He said flatly.

Jimmy’s smile faded quickly. “it was funny.” He said quickly. He looked away trying to hide his uneasiness. Both of their heads went up when they caught eye of a waitress.

She was at the table right across from them. No body was sitting there, and she was preatty young. About their age.

“follow.” Greg stood up, and walked to the other table.

Jimmy continued to sit where he was. He just stared blankly at the two talking.

Greg was smiling, and the waitress was giggling, her hand in front of her mouth. She nodded, and left.

Jimmy stood up, and walked over, sliding in the other side of the booth. “what was that about?” was all he had to ask.

“I just won me a date with a fourteen year old.” Greg raised, and lowered his eyebrows; Jimmy scowled.

“she’s four years younger than you. I should have her as my date.” Jimmy pushed his hand to his chest. Ephisizing on the word my.

Greg raised an eyebrow. “even though we just met. You should know… for future years… that I enjoy to flirt with women way younger than me. Take note.” Greg waved a hand.

“did you order anything?” Jimmy asked, grabbing a menu. Greg shook his head. “I just got me a drink. Nothing more.” Greg played around with the salt shaker. “if you’re still hungry, you have to order yourself.”

The waitress came back, holding the tray with the beer on it. “here you go Greg.” She smiled handing it down.

She turned to Jimmy. “may I get you anything?” she asked kindly.

“oh hey. Debra this is James, James this is Debra.” Greg waved his hand, and flipped his hair.

Jimmy smiled. “I’ll just take a bowl of fries.” Debra nodded, and walked away.

Greg seemed to be leaning to his left, watching her butt as she walked.

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “you are strange.”

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Wilson had stopped,

oops. neh heh. I just copied and pasted this. soo... whata know? a half finished sentence. ',:\