Lean on Me

Chapter Nine

Wednesday November 21, 2007

Milo was walking along the docks, on his way to the flower store, when he came upon Maxie, bent down and picking up the contents of her purse.

Except something wasn't right with her. She seemed to be shaking and he could hear these soft little pitiful sounds escaping her lips. He ran over to her and bent down. "Are you okay?"

She looked up and into his eyes.

He had never seen such heartbreak before.

A sob broke from her body and she flung herself into his arms. He stiffen, shocked that this was happening and genuinely afraid for her. "Do you need a doctor? Did someone....did someone hurt you...somehow?"

"I hurt me!" Her eyes were flooded with tears. "He's done with me for good. Cooper is never taking me back."

"Oh...oh...I'm sorry to hear that. Really."

She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed for minutes, holding onto him, as the sun sunk over the docks on that cool late fall night when everything in the world felt like it was wrong as far as she was concerned.

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Tina climbed out of her friend's mother's car and walked up the stairs that led up the door of the lighthouse. Serena was sitting there waiting for her. Tina sat down and then asked "So, what did he say?"

"He's sorry. He'll make it up to you."

"I won't hold my breath for that one."

"Pop is gonna come around, okay? He's just had a rough time of it lately. Cut him some slack."

"Its not like I really care. He stayed gone years. It not that much worse to be in town and never see me. I don't know why he even keeps bothering with the phone calls. I'm not answering this week. No way. Let him spend a few years wondering where I am. See how he likes it."

"You're answering. Don't think you're grown yet cause you're far from it."

Tina asked "Why do you stick up for him?"

"He's the only father we have."

"I'd rather have none then."

Serena put her arm around Tina shoulder. The younger girl rested her head against her sister, as the silent tears fell. The both pretended she wasn't crying.

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"I'm not your doll this week or any other."

"Is this any way to treat a man who brings you pie?" Logan asked Georgie as they stood in her kitchen. "How about a little gratitude? Just a smidgen. Try real hard and I bet you could even get a smile on those pretty little lips for me."

"Do you hear your condescending tone? Pretty little lips."

"That's your tone, darlin. Or are you not my darlin this week either?" He gave her a grin, though his eyes were all kinds of broken. "I think you're angling for your own special nickname from me. Like your boy Spinelli gave you. Hmm."

Logan walked close to Georgie. Her hands were crossed over her chest. He walked around her body as he looked her up and down. He whispered "What would fit you?"

"Get out of my house and take your pies with you."

"I can't call you Sweetie, that's for sure. Hmmmm."

"I'm serious. I don't need the headache you bring into my life."

His jaw jumped with pent up tension. His voice was low and smooth though. "Sugar? No that would confuse people. They would expect you to treat me nice if I called you that. How about Bitter? Jealous? Do ya wish I took you to bed over your sister and your friend? Is that what all this is really about?"

He was nearly pressed against her body as he circled her.

Georgie hissed "I swear I've never wanted to slap someone as much as I want to slap you right now."

"Then slap me. Get it all out finally."

"I'm not that kind of girl."

"I've heard that lie before."

She knew she should go over to the door and open it but she was mesmerized by his light eyes locked on hers. His body a mere inch away. The way he smelled. The way he looked.

He didn't scare her though maybe he should. Maybe if he did then she would finally stop wanting to kiss him so bad.

They were both unwilling to back down and might have stayed that way forever, or until one of them grabbed the other and worked out all their pain in a hot kiss that ended up with their clothes falling off as he took her right against the refrigerator where she used to hang her art work when she was a kid, but the moment was broken by Mac walking in the back door.

"Georgie. Hayes."

She moved away from Logan. "Hi Dad."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. We were just....Logan bought pie. He wants to help make Thanksgiving dinner with me. You know how I make the desserts the night before. Well after the long day at the food drive he thought I could use some help."

Logan said "That's me. At your service, Brown Eyes."

Georgie turned her head and her eyes settled on his again. Damn it. Now he gave her a nickname she was going to be dying to hear tumble off those lips of his in his deep southern drawl.

Could it get anymore hard to resist him? And anymore harder to like him? He just made her life so much more difficult.

But that was the thing. In the seven months between when she ended things with Dillon and when Logan moved to Port Charles....Georgie hadn't even been sure she was living a life at all anymore.

And then he came strolling into the diner for the first time and set her heart racing. Even back then when she knew nothing else she had known she was alive still after one look in his eyes.

Why did it have to be Logan Hayes who got to her this way? Why did she have to like the man it would make more sense to hate?

(Only when I stop to think about you, I know.

Only when you stop to think about me

Do you know?

I hate everything about you.
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me.
Why do you love me?

I hate you.

Hate.
I hate you.

Love me!

I hate everything about you!
Why do I love you?!) (Three Days Grace)