AN: Ok everybody, please bare with me here. I haven't written a fanfic since…well it's been a good while. However, I've gotten severely annoyed with GH's treatment of my girl Georgie, and I feel the need to write about it. I don't own the show or the characters cuz if I did, I wouldn't need to write this fic lol.
To Georgie, the name sounded like one of a princess, and truth be told, she was a princess, though she doubted anybody knew it. And it didn't matter, because Georgie Jones felt nothing like a princess. And if she was, then she must've been the ugly princess that everybody ignored in fairy tales while paying attention to the more beautiful and charismatic sister.
Being ignored was something that Ms. Jones was very familiar with. Her biological father never said a peep to her. Her mother was in and out of her life so much that Georgie wasn't sure her mom would remember what she looked like. Her older sister only paid attention to Georgie when it suited her. And Mac…well he tried his best, but his job kept him very busy.
Once upon a time, Georgie had Dillon. He was her best friend, her soul mate. When he almost died, Georgie thought her world would shatter. When they got married, Georgie thought she'd be happy forever. And when he…when he didn't trust her and made the decision to sleep with Lulu, Georgie knew her world would never be the same again.
That was the past. Dillon was gone now, and Georgie was happy for him. He was finally getting to live out his dreams. Still, part of Georgie was sad, because part of her had always believed that they'd live out their dreams together. Instead, she was stuck in Port Charles working over time so she could make enough money to study abroad in her junior year. She needed to get away from Port Charles and all its dramas and memories, from her sister, her sister's friends, her sister's boyfriends, her sister's enemies…away from everything.
Until she could get away from all those things, Georgie needed something, something she could do or be or change that would give her some kind of satisfaction. She didn't know what she needed, or even that she needed something, but she was gonna collapse under all the stress and solitude if she didn't find an outlet soon. Yes, an outlet was exactly what she needed…