Here is my entry for the Ship Month Fan Fiction Contest. Never done a Foreteen fanfic before, so bear with me on this one because I haven't had any practice at writing these characters and I don't write serious fan fiction. If this turns out to be an unholy disaster, please don't point and laugh!
Foreman & Thirteen in 'Boombox'
Foreman opened his car door and struggled to pull the giant boombox out from the back seat. It was heavy and awkward to carry, but eventually Foreman managed to lift the device out of the car and carry it to the middle of the courtyard outside Thirteen's apartment building.
He looked up and, through the windows of Thirteen's apartment, could see lights on and a shadowed body floating from room to room.
He took a deep breath and bent down to press the 'Play' button on the boombox.
"Foreman?"
Thirteen was at her window, looking down on a sheepish Foreman standing in the courtyard.
"Uh... Hi." stutter Foreman.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um..."
"Is that a boombox?!"
"Um..."
Foreman looked down at the boombox, then back up at Thirteen. Thirteen looked back at him, her facial expression displaying a mixture of curiosity, worry, love and anger.
"Foreman, why are you standing in my courtyard with a boombox?"
Foreman sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I... I tried to be honest with you. I tried to make things right the best way I knew how. And when those things didn't work, I tried to forget you... But I couldn't..."
Thirteen listened to what Foreman was saying, as hard as it was for her to hear.
"I'm not House- I can't ignore how I feel. I'm not Wilson- I can't marry you to fix our problems. I'm not Chase- I'm no good at big romantic gestures..."
Foreman paused, trying to gauge how Thirteen was responding to his speech. Unsure as to what she was thinking, he continued.
"But what I can do,
is rap."
Foreman bent down, and pressed 'Play' on the Boombox and turned the volume up as high as possible. A heavy drum beat began thumping and the sounds of Foreman's rap filled the night air.
'Remy baby
I can't believe
I made you leave
and now my heart's
upon my sleeve.
I'm sorry for the things I've said,
and for messing with your pretty head.
I fired you to keep your love,
but ended up alone and cold
but if I may be so bold
to say that I did what I thought was right.
Now I stand here in the dead of night
and ask you to look at me
and see
we
should be
you and me again
for eternity.
I rap these rhymes
for all the times
that you made me feel
our love was real
And before I go
I need you to know
that I love you so...'
Foreman turned the boombox off and looked up at Thirteen. She looked back at him, stunned, unsure what to say.
"You... You wrote me a rap?"
Foreman looked down at his shoes, embarrassed by what he could new see was a lame attempt at romance.
"I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do..." He mumbled.
"Foreman, we can't go back to what we had before. We lost that. Your gesture is sweet, but..." Thirteen paused and bit her lip, aware that her words would be painful for Foreman to hear.
"It's ok, Remy. I get it." said Foreman. He picked up his boombox and started walking back to his car. Thirteen's eyes filled with tears and she quickly pulled her head back inside her window, crawled into her bed and cried.
Foreman shoved the boombox back in the back seat of his car, got in the driver's seat and drove off, as fast as he could, trying to get as far away as he could from the pain and humiliation of being rejected by the only woman he had ever loved.
Foreman & Thirteen in 'Boombox'
Foreman opened his car door and struggled to pull the giant boombox out from the back seat. It was heavy and awkward to carry, but eventually Foreman managed to lift the device out of the car and carry it to the middle of the courtyard outside Thirteen's apartment building.
He looked up and, through the windows of Thirteen's apartment, could see lights on and a shadowed body floating from room to room.
He took a deep breath and bent down to press the 'Play' button on the boombox.
"Foreman?"
Thirteen was at her window, looking down on a sheepish Foreman standing in the courtyard.
"Uh... Hi." stutter Foreman.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um..."
"Is that a boombox?!"
"Um..."
Foreman looked down at the boombox, then back up at Thirteen. Thirteen looked back at him, her facial expression displaying a mixture of curiosity, worry, love and anger.
"Foreman, why are you standing in my courtyard with a boombox?"
Foreman sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I... I tried to be honest with you. I tried to make things right the best way I knew how. And when those things didn't work, I tried to forget you... But I couldn't..."
Thirteen listened to what Foreman was saying, as hard as it was for her to hear.
"I'm not House- I can't ignore how I feel. I'm not Wilson- I can't marry you to fix our problems. I'm not Chase- I'm no good at big romantic gestures..."
Foreman paused, trying to gauge how Thirteen was responding to his speech. Unsure as to what she was thinking, he continued.
"But what I can do,
is rap."
Foreman bent down, and pressed 'Play' on the Boombox and turned the volume up as high as possible. A heavy drum beat began thumping and the sounds of Foreman's rap filled the night air.
'Remy baby
I can't believe
I made you leave
and now my heart's
upon my sleeve.
I'm sorry for the things I've said,
and for messing with your pretty head.
I fired you to keep your love,
but ended up alone and cold
but if I may be so bold
to say that I did what I thought was right.
Now I stand here in the dead of night
and ask you to look at me
and see
we
should be
you and me again
for eternity.
I rap these rhymes
for all the times
that you made me feel
our love was real
And before I go
I need you to know
that I love you so...'
Foreman turned the boombox off and looked up at Thirteen. She looked back at him, stunned, unsure what to say.
"You... You wrote me a rap?"
Foreman looked down at his shoes, embarrassed by what he could new see was a lame attempt at romance.
"I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do..." He mumbled.
"Foreman, we can't go back to what we had before. We lost that. Your gesture is sweet, but..." Thirteen paused and bit her lip, aware that her words would be painful for Foreman to hear.
"It's ok, Remy. I get it." said Foreman. He picked up his boombox and started walking back to his car. Thirteen's eyes filled with tears and she quickly pulled her head back inside her window, crawled into her bed and cried.
Foreman shoved the boombox back in the back seat of his car, got in the driver's seat and drove off, as fast as he could, trying to get as far away as he could from the pain and humiliation of being rejected by the only woman he had ever loved.
So this is something I made in Literature class because we're seeing poetry and well, I decided that House deserved and Ode
Magnificent show it is
when it's gone I'm sure we'll miss
the joy it's brought by it
But let's not hink about that part,
not yet,
the ending is far.
It's unknown the charm
of that sarcastic ass
who likes to prank
his best friendat times.
But it's a known truth
his attitude is rude
and that we don't mind
his continous snarks.
His beard, his cane
makes him rare,
unique, if I may say.
His eyes are lightning rays
taht allow us to see
the genious and human he is.
Our love is devoted
and we trust them
to keep him in shape
and not change his grace.
It unites us fans
the crazy teenage girls
that wouldn't care
to be insulted by
this aroogant man.
Magnificent show it is
when it's gone I'm sure we'll miss
the joy it's brought by it
But let's not hink about that part,
not yet,
the ending is far.
It's unknown the charm
of that sarcastic ass
who likes to prank
his best friendat times.
But it's a known truth
his attitude is rude
and that we don't mind
his continous snarks.
His beard, his cane
makes him rare,
unique, if I may say.
His eyes are lightning rays
taht allow us to see
the genious and human he is.
Our love is devoted
and we trust them
to keep him in shape
and not change his grace.
It unites us fans
the crazy teenage girls
that wouldn't care
to be insulted by
this aroogant man.
Disclaimer:Made for fun,not profit.I don't own anything of the characters and/or the show.
Wilson is cute
and Cameron too!
They lost their loves
but they will come throught!
House was mean
and make them cry!
But they will love eatch other
and make him see the light!
Wilson will kiss
Cam on the lips!
And they will be
sweet as a strabery!
Cause they both want
the same fluffy things!
And I love them the most
for being funny geeks!
The will be together
and live hapilly!
Despite the bitterness
of someone named Chase!
And House then can go for Cuddy
since Cam is out with her cherry,fluffy guy!
And they both live well
in a tower made of pie!
Wilson is cute
and Cameron too!
They lost their loves
but they will come throught!
House was mean
and make them cry!
But they will love eatch other
and make him see the light!
Wilson will kiss
Cam on the lips!
And they will be
sweet as a strabery!
Cause they both want
the same fluffy things!
And I love them the most
for being funny geeks!
The will be together
and live hapilly!
Despite the bitterness
of someone named Chase!
And House then can go for Cuddy
since Cam is out with her cherry,fluffy guy!
And they both live well
in a tower made of pie!