Chapter 1.
-----------------------------------------Alone on a Saturday Night--------------------------------
Lulu is strong. No matter how fraglie some people think she is. But since she had a bomb between her feet, she admits to herself she has been shaky, though she had been denying to anyone that asks. Well besides to Dante, but he was there, so maybe he understands. That is why she tried to call him three times in the last hour. She is not quite ready to admit that there may be other reasons why she is calling him. Not that it matters since he seems to be ignoring his calls. For a minute, okay more than that, she wondered if maybe he is busy with someone else. It hits her that she is thinking like a jealous girlfriend. Not that she has any reason to be concerned. She isn't his girlfriend. And even if she was, she would not have to worry, becuase since she has known Dante he only has seemed to have eyes for her, and he is not the kind of guy who would ever betray her. She even smiles to herself when she thinks of how Dante has chased her, and how he has always been there for her since the moment she met him. Except tonight because he is NOT ANSWERING HIS PHONE!
Sitting in the apartment on a Saturday night all alone is getting to her. The digtal clock on the microwave, the time on her clock radio, and the time flashing on the DVD player all remind her of the clock counting down on the bomb just days ago. The ticking of the clock on the wall in Maxie's room is barely audible, but it is driving her crazy. She isn't even sure if the bomb had a ticking noise, but the clock in Maxie's room is making her feel like she is tied up all over again. That is why she called Dante. He was able to calm her down outside the warehouse the day after the bomb. And she admits the kiss they shared was the most comfort anyone has been able to give her. It made her feel safe. Something that has been difficult since her encounter with Franco. So that is why she is calling Dante, not because she misses him. Okay maybe she does. But besides that, he understands what she is feeling, and she is beginnning to think he may understand her.
Lulu dials Dantes number again. You have reached Dominic, you know the drill. She slams her cell phone shut and throws it on the couch in frustration. After pacing the apartment and repressing the urge to smash her clock radio, the dvd player and mircowavw with an sledge hammer in one motion, and resisting the impluse to yank Maxie's clock off the wall and throw it out the window, she decides she needs some fresh air. She grabs a jacket and her keys, and heads out into the Winter air of Port Charles. If nothing else the cold will be a distraction. Maybe she will bump into Dante, but that is not her reason for going out. Well not the whole reason.