Part 5
A.N. I want to apologize for the lousy writing. Like the real GH, this story has so much potential, but the writing just isn't there.
Abbie enters the penthouse after her first day of work, arms laden with grocery bags. Behind her, Johnny is holding several more bags.
"Thanks so much for all your help Johnny," she says. "I can't to fix some dinner. Hey, can I bring you something to eat while you're working?"
"No thanks Ms. Morgan, that isn't necessary," replies the guard.
"Oh, well, if you get hungry after you are done, I'm planning on making a total feast, so stop in!" Abbie hugs herself in exuberance, happy to be settled in such a wonderful home. She feels the safest she has felt in many years.
"Do you need anything else Ms. Morgan?"
"Yeah, I really need for you to call me Abbie. Ms. Morgan makes me sound like some dried up old school teacher."
The two laugh together, and Johnny leaves. Abbie gathers up her bundles and heads out to the kitchen. She deposits the groceries on the counter and begins to put things away. As she does so, she realizes that Jason's apartment, while lovely, is lacking in quite a few things, like furniture, and dishes. Oh well, looks like another trip to the store, she thinks to herself. After getting as much done for dinner as she can, she grabs her bag and heads back out the door.
"Um, Johnny, is there a store around here where I can buy things like dishes and silverware and things like that."
Johnny is about to answer her when Sonny's door opens. "Just a minute Ms. Morgan," he says as Jason and Sonny come out of Sonny's apartment.
"Is everything ok out here Johnny?" asks Sonny.
"Yes, Mr. Corinthos. Ms. Morgan was simply asking where she could go to pick up some dishes."
Sonny and Jason both look at Abbie. She shrugs and says a little defensively, "Well, I have to eat, and I didn't really want to eat out of the pot using my hands."
Both men laugh, and Jason reaches into his pocket and pulls out a roll of bills.
"Here, buy what you want, and while you're at it, why don't you get some furniture and stuff too. Whatever you want to make it comfortable."
Abbie stares at the roll of money. "Uh, I, I can't do that. I can't take your money."
"Why not?"
"It just, I don't know, it wouldn't be right."
"Look, I'm giving you my money to decorate my apartment. I'm no good at stuff like that, so you'll be doing me a favor."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. Johnny, have Max bring the car around and have him take Abbie wherever she wants to go, and help arrange for delivery of whatever she gets."
Abbie gives a little squeal of joy and hugs Jason without thinking. "This is going to be so fun!" Realizing what she has done, she quickly lets go and backs away blushing furiously. "I'm so sorry."
Both Sonny and Jason laugh, both at her exuberance as well as her excitement.
"Don't worry about it," says Jason. "No go do your shopping."
"Ok, but then you both have to join me for dinner tonight. I was going to cook anyhow, so you can both help me eat. Is 8:00 ok for the both of you?"
"We'd love to," says Sonny before Jason can say anything else. "It will be our pleasure."
Abbie gets into the elevator, giving one last wave as the doors close, and Sonny and Jason head back into Sonny's apartment.
"Sonny, what did you do that for?" asks Jason. "You hate eating anybody's cooking but your own."
"Look Jason, she was obviously uncomfortable about taking money from you, and this way, she can feel like she's paying you back in some way. I don't know, there's something about this kid. You just want to protect her and make her happy."
"Yeah, she kind of reminds me of Emily in that sense."
As the two men return to finish their business, Abbie is being driven to Wyndham's Department store. With Max's help, she has arranged for immediate delivery of several items. Loaded in the car are dishes, silverware, and a multitude of other cooking implements.
Back at the penthouse, it takes Abbie several trips to get everything upstairs. After unpacking and washing the dishes, she starts preparing dinner. As things are cooking, there is a knock at the door, and Johnny sticks his head in to announce that the delivery people have arrived. After Johnny verifies that they are indeed from the store, the start bringing in the new furniture. Within an hour, the barren living room is transformed into a cozy and inviting space. Abbie spins around in joy and throws herself onto one of the new sofas.
The door opens and Abbie hears a woman's voice calling "Jase, Jason, where are you? I just heard you were back!"
Abbie sits up and looks over the back of the sofa. "I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan isn't here right now."
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in Jason's apartment?"
What a bitch, Abbie thinks to herself. If I back down now, she'll walk all over me. "I live here, that's what I'm doing here. Who are you?"
"I'm Carly Corinthos, Mrs. Sonny Corinthos, that's who I am, and you don't live here. Now get out before I have someone throw you out."
"I don't think you'll be throwing anybody out, in fact, I think you may want to leave on your own, before I make you leave," Abbie says in a very forceful voice.
"What's going on here?" a voice says from the doorway. Both woman turn and see Jason and Sonny standing in the doorway
"Jason!" cries Carly. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I just found out and when I came over to see you, I found this witch in here. She must have broken in somehow."
"She lives here," says Jason in a flat voice. "Abbie Morgan, Carly Corinthos. Carly, Abbie."
"Morgan? Don't tell me you married this little tramp?"
"Carly," said Sonny in a warning voice. "I don't think you really want to go there."
"Excuse me," says Abbie. "Tramp? Sweetheart, there's only one tramp in this room and honey; I'm talking to her. Now, I am going into the kitchen to check on dinner. When I come back, I suggest that you be gone, or I will have to help you leave. Got it?"
Abbie storms into the kitchen, leaving three speechless people in her wake. Sonny turns to Jason with a small grin on his face. "I think this means we [I]won't[/I] be joining you for dinner.
"Carly, look, you're my friend, but Abbie is too, and this is her home now. You need to be nice to her."
Carly, hearing the resolve in his voice decides a different path is needed.
"Look, I'll just go apologize and make with niceness," said Carly. "I just totally freaked to find this stranger in your house."
Carly leaves the two men and walks towards the kitchen.
"Think Abbie will be ok?" asks Sonny.
"Abbie?" laughs Jason. "I'm worried about Carly."
Carly saunters into the kitchen where Abbie is slamming pans around. She turns, and sees Carly staring at her.
"Look, if you want to live, I suggest you get the hell out of my kitchen, now!"
"Hey, I'm here to apologize," said Carly.
"Some how, I doubt that. My guess is you're here to make it look like you are apologizing, and nothing more."
"Yeah, maybe you're right," said Carly. "But the thing is, Jason's my friend, and I don't want to see him get hurt. He always falls for the wrong kind of girls. The little "Miss Mary Sunshines" of this world, and I don't want to see him get hurt again."
"Well, then you don't have anything to worry about on two counts. I'm no Mary Sunshine, and Jason's just a friend," said Abbie.
"Well, in that case, I do apologize. Look, can we start again. HI, I'm Carly Corinthos, your next-door neighbor. I have this great club, so once you get settled in, maybe you'd like to stop by as my guest."
"Hi, I'm Abbie Morgan, I'm working at L&B records, and maybe you'd like to stay for dinner tonight. I made plenty."
The two women laughed and walked together out to the living room.
"You guys can relax," said Abbie, "We're both alive."