It's Only Time
OK I really have NO direction for this yet in the earlier chapters so bare with me till I get to the actual Spixie stuff…don't own GH and so on and so forth
A few days later he had moved into his new home in his new town. He missed the bold Cerulean color of his walls as he looked at the boring grey cement ones reminding him of his days at the boys' home and giving him bad memories. Mike knocked on his door and peaked in.
"Damian are you settling in ok."
"Yea but the Jackal wants to know if he could maybe you know paint."
Mike nodded and told him to make the room his own but to come home by dinner as they were having a guest. He nodded and headed out hoping he could navigate his way in this strange town. He couldn't.
He stopped in front of a small diner whose name he recognized as the one that Mike would soon be working at. Opening the door he was curious to check it out. Since it was the summer the place was hopping with local teenagers and he wondered if these would be his peers for the next four years. Would they ridicule him and call him a freak like the ones back in Jersey or would he finally make a real friend.
Looking around for an empty table he found there were none available however there was an empty seat at a corner table occupied by a petite brunette who was buried in a book. Making his way to the table he drummed his nails on the smooth wooden surface causing her big brown eyes to look up at him as he just looked at her.
"Hello can I help you," she said in a sweet yet somehow annoyed voice causing him to slowly take a few steps back.
"I-I'm sorry, the Jackal shouldn't of imposed. It's just that there was no available space to sit and..."
He paused noticing a table empty.
"Oh look there is a free table now, sorry to disturb you."
"No wait," she said motioning him to stay, "stay, I could use the company."
"Are you sure that the Jackal isn't disturbing your moment of solitude."
"I was just getting a head start on my summer reading no big. A little human interaction wouldn't kill me."
She smiled putting her hand out.
"I'm Georgie," she said.
"Georgie," he repeated, "that's a pretty name."
She let out a smile and wrinkled her nose which he thought was kind of cute. It was then he realized he didn't tell her his name.
"Sorry, I'm the Jackal."
"The Jackal,"
"Yea huh."
"Do you have a real name Mr. Jackal?"
"Well its Damian Spinelli though I don't know if I'll be legally changing it to Damian Corbin once the paperwork from my adoption comes through and I'm over sharing I'm sorry."
"I don't mind you over sharing it's kind of refreshing."
"Refreshing," he said letting out a small smile.
Georgie nodded as another person entered the diner.
He looked older, probably sixteen or seventeen with sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes.
"Hey squirt have you seen your sister around."
"Why do you want to take her out to the lake to go skinny dipping again."
"You heard about that."
Georgie nodded as the man smirked at Damian.
"Well I'll leave you to your date kid I'm going to go for a ride tell you sister I was looking for her when you see her."
"I will."
The man left and Georgie sighed shaking her head.
"I take it you don't like that man."
"Not at all. His name is Logan Hayes and ever since my sister started to date him it's been bad news."
"What do you mean?"
"Breaking curfews, skinny-dipping in the lake and you know I swear I smelt alcohol on her breath one night I mean she's only fifteen, he's seventeen how can they purchase it."
"I don't know a good fake ID."
Georgie shook her head.
"Logan's not smart enough for that. Then again his father is the DA so…."
Damian nodded remembering the task at hand. He needed to find the hardware store so he could purchase paint for his room.
"Anyway Georgie as if you couldn't tell I'm new in town and was wondering where the…."
He paused as the door opened and he spotted her, an angel in her white sundress, and blonde curls. She took his breath away and she was coming right toward him.
"Georgie," the girl snapped, "have you seen Logan."
"He came by looking for you."
"Did he leave already cause I tried to come sooner but then Mac decided to give me this whole lecture about exhibitionism or whatever and made me promise to wear a bathing suit next time and whatever and…"
She paused to see Damian looking at her.
"What are you looking at…?"
"Um…nothing…Georgie, hardware store, directions."
Georgie nodded and scribbled the address on a napkin handing it to him.
"It was nice to meet you Damian."
"Likewise," he said running out of the diner as something strange was coming over him and he couldn't tell what it was.
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Heading back to his new place with a bucket of navy blue paint and a bag of brushes in his hand he went back to thinking of his angel. Her blond hair shimmering in the florescent diner lights, her white dress being blown by the ceiling fans, the sparkle of her blue grey eyes and pale pink glossy lips as she snapped at him asking what he was looking at. He was dumb he should of spoke the truth, told her he was looking at her, his goddess, his muse, his angel. However sadly she was spoken for by the simian one, that Logan Hayes character.
Opening the front door the first thing he wanted to do was head back into his cell of a room and blog about his encounter before he spent the long hours of the night painting however what he saw made him realize his plans had changed.
Looking at the scene he had spotted Mike sitting on a chair on one end of the room while an older man was sitting on the couch drinking something.
Putting the can of paint down on the tiled area by the door Damian looked from Mike to this strange man and bit his lip.
"So it's really happening, here is the lawyer, I'm going to be your son."
Upon hearing this the other man glared at Mike.
"D-did I say something wrong."
Mike was about to speak when the other man made an outburst.
"What do you mean your son Mike? Tell me what the hell is going on."
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TBC
Again I say bare with me….ideas are loved especially on how to slip Jason into this cause I was basically told by nine out of ten reviewers I had to include Stone Cold.