December 4th…

You were (unfortunately) apart of Doctor House’s team, and the two of you certainly didn’t get along. I mean… no one really got along with House that much besides Wilson, and you definitely weren’t Wilson.

The hatred from mutual. House threw every sarcastic and snarky comment he could at you- whether he made fun of your clothes, the way your signature looked, the way you fixed your coffee, and he always without fail made fun of your diagnoses for patients.

You two were both smart, and that definitely fueled the rivalry between the two of you. Although you saw hatred, the rest of your team members would disagree. They saw a sort of… tension. And the rest would never shut up about how you two argue like an old married couple who had been with eachother for a little too long.

You, along with the other team members sat in the team office room- about to work on diagnosing a patient. The others sat down in multiple chairs in different sections of the room, still trying to wake-up… it was extremely earlier in the morning. You stood near the back near the coffee machine, about to fix yourself a cup.

It was a peaceful day until House hobbled into the team room.

“Watch the creamer. Are you making a coffee or fixing yourself a warm cup of milk?”

House furrowed his brows at you, walking over to the coffee machine as well.

This is where the endless back and forth arguments start.