I'm feeling knocked out ... what is no wonder after yesterday. I slept very long that day and had to take a shower at first. But I first went to the kitchen - where sat Greg sitting in front of his laptop and having his good morning coffee. He was tiping busy as a a bee and only turned 'round giving me a smile "Hi, sleepy head!" – I grunted and went to the bathroom for having a shower.
Well, what happend yesterday ...I had a damn head ache the whole day and a House around me with an extremely good mood. I left the PPTH on schedule, rushed home, grabbed my already packed suitcase and drove to Greg. On my way to Greg I stopped at Starbucks and buyed two coffees. I drunk my coffee on the way and when I reached his place I was surprised that he was already ready to leave. Gregory waited for me in the hall - joyfully smiling (which is a paradoxon - and I suspected something bad). Always when he is in good mood, this normally means a disaster for other persons.
I shouldn't be mistaken ... 30 miles to the airport - I can tell, they can really be hell! Imagine a House always whining "Are we theeeereee? Are we theeeereeee?!" – I breathed deeply several times and counted to 1000. Perhaps I would have loughed about it if my head hadn't hurt that much. At the airport the same story "I have to go pee!" The people already gave us some weird looks - I just pretended not to hear him (sometimes the best thing you can do) - my head was pounding. We finally managed all the controls and were on the way to the airplane when Gregory suddenly said „Oops! Damn! I've forgotten my dinner jacket!"
My steps froze in the middle of the air „That is not your truth, is it?!" was the only thing I could tell (what a day). Greg looked at me like a puppy dog and gave a shrug (I really could kill him some times) "Greg, I don't give a fuck! So you have to buy one then tomorrow!"Behind us an man suffering adipositas was nugging ... this made Greg smile and he just walked on. Has he really got me again this time? I gave him an enquiring look "You haven't forgotten, have you?" – he shook his head, I gave a sigh.
The front seats in the plane were, unfortunately, already occupied by a lady with her son, but the seats behind them were still empty. "I suppose you would like to sit at the window?" I asked House as I've seen that they would give him more space for his legs than the seats at the corridor. "I don't mind, perhaps they will show some porns during the flight, then I won't look out the window anyway..." he answered dryly.
The woman in front looked over hear should with an angry expression - my patience was nearly lost "Just sit at the window, Greg! I dare say they will show any movies during a one and a half hour flight!" Unnerved I prodded his back (I just wanted to sit down as the man behind me hit me with his elbows in the kidneys all the time). "Hey!", he grunted - "I am handicapped, you can't do that to me!" – as I would have intended throwing him down the stairs ...I closed my eyes "Sit down!" I could only answer with gritted teeth. My head was killing me!
The faint smile on his face I had surely seen before he made himself comfortable in his seat. Thank God I could take a seat as well! The child was unbelievably annoying and I was on the verge of losing my patience. He always hopped on his seat and threw bits of his tissue at Greg. At least he spared me... Greg became more and more angry and somehow I found that very pleasing. Suddenly Greg gripped the boys' chin "One more time and you will have your meals with a straw for the next few days!" - oh yes he can be very convincing our smart Dr. House. The childs' mother reacted promptly and shouted at Greg "Unbelievalbe! How can you speak with my honey like that???" - You can imagine that Gregs' comment was very "polite" - I could only gave him a side glance and thought "Thanks" - at last there was peace!
I closed my eyes and somewhen I felt Gregs' head sinking on my shoulder - he peacefully fallen asleep. I took the opportunity to take a Novalgin, which I swallowed underhand as a I really could have done without a mordant comment from Gregs' part. Afterwards I leant back and noticed the note of a new shower gel - he was smelling of cedarwood. I took a deep breath and then felt asleep as well - finally the medicine seemed to work.
About half an hour later I awoke from my nip and noticed that the head aches weren't that strong anymore ... I checked the display - we were close to arrive at Montréal. I woke Greg gently up, who was having his head on my shoulder.
After the whole procedure at the airport my parents welcomed us in a typical manner of my Mom "Jimmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Heeere we are!!!" – she was waving at us with a joyous smile - right across the arrival hall. Why do you always feel like an eight year old boy at that times? A hearty mother-like embracing and a stout-hearted handshake of my stepfather later ... "Dr. House, I am so glad you could come as well! Isn't it time after all those years to use our first names? You can call me Ruth!"Typically Mom ... Greg seemed to be a bit shyly at first but then grinned "Fine, I'm Gregory." My mom laughed and waved aside "I know that already!" I waited tensly how my stepfather would react ... a short nod and a free and easy "Nathan" was all - hmm, he really seems to like Greg. But that wasn't a surprise for me - however it isn't that easy to look behind Nathans' facade. He sometimes was even more crabby than House was - and this means a lot!
When we finally reached the car, I leant back and stared out the window - Montreal hasn't changed. My mom suddenly asked "And? How was your dinner a few days ago?" I could not avoid becoming red ...My head suddenly started to hurt again and I only said "Yeah...well...fine." A short „Aha?" and a critical glance followed by the words "Haven't you invited Greg for dinner for some special reason?" I stared out of the window and nervously played with the Novalgin in my pocket "Ehm...yes...right. I ...ehm...just wanted to celebrate the 10th anniversary of our friendship ..." – why did she have to ask that?"Ah okay, that's what you wanted to do..." – I sank deeper in my seat and watched the houses passing by. Today really wasn't my day...I marginally noticed a snide tone from Nathan and he muttered grimly: "I bet he has no idea when you have met!" (with „he" he meant Greg)"Of course I have", was the prompt answer coming from Greg - "On the 23rd September, 1996."
I leant my head against the cooling window pane and decided to say nothing at all.
Hardly at home my mom guided us upstairs, I was just wondering why she didn't show Greg the guest room. "Hmm... I'm so sorry but we are currently renovating the guest room. You two will have to sleep here." This couldn't be true - she hasn't mentioned that before. I was a bit pissed ...„Mom!" was the only word I could say ..."Don't tell that the large bed is too small for you" Greg asked me with devilish smile and looked about the room. I gave a shrug - Oh well this wouldn't be the first time Greg and I shared a bed - as we've already had to on our trip to Point Pleasant with some friends of ours...
I capitulated and sighed "No, no it's fine. I just wasn't prepared!" My mom gave us a smile "Make yourselves comfortable, dinner will be at eight" - quietly she closed the door. I let myself fall upon the bed with a huge sigh and starred at the ceiling - the day was nearly killing me.
Gregory glanced at me "Okay, what is the matter with you?!"„Today is a really fuckin' day, Greg!" I pulled the Novalgin out of my pocket and took another pill. This caused Greg to raise an eyebrow "Oh, you'd like to have a drug party?! Okay, I don't know how your partens will react - but hey - let us blow our minds away!" with these words he pulled out his Vicodin and set beside me. „Do you have Scotch here?" he searched the room with his eyes. I couldn't help but to laugh.
Greg looked at me severly and than started to laugh as well. The imagination of us, drunk, stoned and lying on the bed in my partens' house was too hilarious.