Disclaimer - I do not own General Hospital, its character's, or any references to previous characters, story lines, or settings. Anything you do not recognize perhaps belongs to my imagination. Other than that, just the plot of this story belongs to me. :) Also, the song "Beautiful Mess" belongs to Jason Mraz.

Beautiful Mess

Prologue

Maxie Jones rolled from her left side to her right. The shades were drawn, curtains closed. Not a sound disturbed the uncomfortable stillness of the regrettably pink bedroom. She opened her eyes and squinted when it burned. She didn't know what time it was, and she didn't know how long she had been sleeping. Taking in the site of Spinelli's things tossed here and there, haphazardly decorating the room that had simultaneously become her haven and her hell, she took a shuddering breath and closed her eyes again.

You've got the best of both worlds

You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,

And lift him back up again

You are strong but you're needy,

Humble but you're greedy

Based on your body language,

your shouted cursive I've been reading

You're style is quite selective,

though your mind is rather reckless

Well I guess it just suggests

that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is

It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write

Kind of turn themselves into knives

And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction

'Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear

'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice

Your comebacks they're quick

And probably have to do with your insecurities

There's no shame in being crazy,

Depending on how you take these

Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And it's a beautiful mess, yes it is

It's like, we are picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say

Kind of turn themselves into blades

And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard

But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt

Cause here, here we are, here we are

We're still here

And what a beautiful mess this is

It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

And through timeless words in priceless pictures

We'll fly like birds not of this earth

And tides they turn and hearts disfigure

But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts

But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it

Author's Note - I know that the song does not fit with this exceptionally tiny prologue. I also know that you are probably entirely confused. But have no fear, all will be explained in due time. Thank you for reading, drop me a review if you're feeling generous. :)