Chapter 9
Carly and Sonny walked into the clothing store at the mall. Sonny had a pocket full of cash and Carly had fire in her eyes. She wanted to get some new clothes that didn't remind her of being married to a Quartermaine.
Sonny: Get whatever you want.
Carly: Well . . . there's got to be a limit.
Sonny shook his head.
Sonny: I've got the cash. All you have to do is spend it.
Carly: Why are you doing this? Once again . . . I ask.
Sonny: Because I want to help you. And . . .
Carly: Jason wants you to help me.
Sonny: Jason didn't ask me to help you. I wanted to.
Carly sighed.
Carly: He wants to take care of my by himself, doesn't he?
Sonny nodded.
Sonny: I think so.
Carly: Okay, well, you better beware. Once I get into shopping, it's really hard to get me to stop.
Sonny: Have at it.
Carly smiled and started off in one direction. Sonny walked behind with a big smile on his face.
*~*
Jason was sitting in a smoky little bar in North Carolina. He was having a beer and thinking about Carly. A young woman of probably nineteen years of age came walking over with a tray in her hands. Jason looked up at her. He smiled.
Courtney: Hi. Can I get you anything else?
Jason: Nope. That's about it.
Courtney smiled at him.
Jason frowned when he saw somebody walk in. It was Mike Corbin. He recognized him from the pictures that he'd seen of him. It was Sonny's dad.
Jason: Mike Corbin?
Mike walked over.
Courtney: How do you know my dad?
Jason: You're Mike's daughter?
Mike: Who are you?
Jason: I work for your son.
Mike: You know Michael?
Courtney: You know him?
Jason nodded.
Jason: I'm his best friend.
Courtney smiled.
Courtney: I haven't seen him since we were little. His mom would bring him to the park to play with me when Deke wasn't around.
Jason: He's never told me about you.
Courtney: Yeah. I visited a few years back . . . after Deke died. He and I haven't kept in contact.
Mike: I . . . how is he?
Jason: He's okay. He's doing really well for himself.
Mike: Running the mob has to get you quite a bit of money at such a young age.
Courtney: Dad!
Mike: It's true.
Courtney shook her head. She sat down at the table across from Jason.
Courtney: We haven't been able to get up there for a long time. Can you . . . can you take me up to Port Charles? I really want to see my brother again.
Jason: I'm not really heading up there right now.
Courtney: Look, you have to get me out of here. Please. I have been working here for two years. It doesn't pay well at all and I just need to leave. My twentieth birthday is tomorrow and I just want to get out of here!
Something about this girl made Jason believe that she really needed to get out of there.
Mike: Courtney, you're not going.
Courtney: Daddy, I love you, but I can't stay here anymore. I can't let you keep spending my money. I want to go to Port Charles. That's my home.
Jason: I'm actually here on business . . . I just . . . I can't take you.
Courtney looked at him, pleading him with her eyes.
Courtney: You've got to take me with you. I'll be quiet. Just . . . please. My brother won't mind. Just please take me.
Jason took a deep breath.
Mike: Don't you dare take her!
Jason looked back at Courtney.
Jason: Fine. But you can't get in the way.
Courtney grinned.
Courtney: Thank you! I won't!
Jason: Meet me back here in an hour. I want you packed and ready to go.
Courtney nodded.
Courtney: Okay! I can do that!
She hurried off, throwing her waitress apron away. She couldn't wait to start a new life in Port Charles.
*~*
Sonny was sitting in a chair across from the dressing room doors. There were bags and bags surrounding him. They were all full of clothes and shoes and things. Carly wasn't kidding when she said she was crazy when she shopped.
Sonny looked up when he heard Carly clear her throat. She was standing in the doorway in a black dress that had spaghetti straps. There was a cut up the side that went all the way up to her thigh. Sonny felt his jaw drop a little.
Carly: What do you think? You know . . . for a nice dinner or something?
Sonny: You're beautiful . . . I . . . I mean . . .
Carly felt her face blushing and she grinned.
Sonny: I mean . . . that's beautiful . . . the dress . . .
Carly: Really?
Sonny: Really. It's very nice . . .
Carly: Good. I'm glad you like it.
Sonny smiled and watched as Carly turned back to go change into her regular clothes. He couldn't believe it. He felt something and it was a good something. He found himself smiling and he knew that he was falling for his best friend's girl.
Carly and Sonny walked into the clothing store at the mall. Sonny had a pocket full of cash and Carly had fire in her eyes. She wanted to get some new clothes that didn't remind her of being married to a Quartermaine.
Sonny: Get whatever you want.
Carly: Well . . . there's got to be a limit.
Sonny shook his head.
Sonny: I've got the cash. All you have to do is spend it.
Carly: Why are you doing this? Once again . . . I ask.
Sonny: Because I want to help you. And . . .
Carly: Jason wants you to help me.
Sonny: Jason didn't ask me to help you. I wanted to.
Carly sighed.
Carly: He wants to take care of my by himself, doesn't he?
Sonny nodded.
Sonny: I think so.
Carly: Okay, well, you better beware. Once I get into shopping, it's really hard to get me to stop.
Sonny: Have at it.
Carly smiled and started off in one direction. Sonny walked behind with a big smile on his face.
*~*
Jason was sitting in a smoky little bar in North Carolina. He was having a beer and thinking about Carly. A young woman of probably nineteen years of age came walking over with a tray in her hands. Jason looked up at her. He smiled.
Courtney: Hi. Can I get you anything else?
Jason: Nope. That's about it.
Courtney smiled at him.
Jason frowned when he saw somebody walk in. It was Mike Corbin. He recognized him from the pictures that he'd seen of him. It was Sonny's dad.
Jason: Mike Corbin?
Mike walked over.
Courtney: How do you know my dad?
Jason: You're Mike's daughter?
Mike: Who are you?
Jason: I work for your son.
Mike: You know Michael?
Courtney: You know him?
Jason nodded.
Jason: I'm his best friend.
Courtney smiled.
Courtney: I haven't seen him since we were little. His mom would bring him to the park to play with me when Deke wasn't around.
Jason: He's never told me about you.
Courtney: Yeah. I visited a few years back . . . after Deke died. He and I haven't kept in contact.
Mike: I . . . how is he?
Jason: He's okay. He's doing really well for himself.
Mike: Running the mob has to get you quite a bit of money at such a young age.
Courtney: Dad!
Mike: It's true.
Courtney shook her head. She sat down at the table across from Jason.
Courtney: We haven't been able to get up there for a long time. Can you . . . can you take me up to Port Charles? I really want to see my brother again.
Jason: I'm not really heading up there right now.
Courtney: Look, you have to get me out of here. Please. I have been working here for two years. It doesn't pay well at all and I just need to leave. My twentieth birthday is tomorrow and I just want to get out of here!
Something about this girl made Jason believe that she really needed to get out of there.
Mike: Courtney, you're not going.
Courtney: Daddy, I love you, but I can't stay here anymore. I can't let you keep spending my money. I want to go to Port Charles. That's my home.
Jason: I'm actually here on business . . . I just . . . I can't take you.
Courtney looked at him, pleading him with her eyes.
Courtney: You've got to take me with you. I'll be quiet. Just . . . please. My brother won't mind. Just please take me.
Jason took a deep breath.
Mike: Don't you dare take her!
Jason looked back at Courtney.
Jason: Fine. But you can't get in the way.
Courtney grinned.
Courtney: Thank you! I won't!
Jason: Meet me back here in an hour. I want you packed and ready to go.
Courtney nodded.
Courtney: Okay! I can do that!
She hurried off, throwing her waitress apron away. She couldn't wait to start a new life in Port Charles.
*~*
Sonny was sitting in a chair across from the dressing room doors. There were bags and bags surrounding him. They were all full of clothes and shoes and things. Carly wasn't kidding when she said she was crazy when she shopped.
Sonny looked up when he heard Carly clear her throat. She was standing in the doorway in a black dress that had spaghetti straps. There was a cut up the side that went all the way up to her thigh. Sonny felt his jaw drop a little.
Carly: What do you think? You know . . . for a nice dinner or something?
Sonny: You're beautiful . . . I . . . I mean . . .
Carly felt her face blushing and she grinned.
Sonny: I mean . . . that's beautiful . . . the dress . . .
Carly: Really?
Sonny: Really. It's very nice . . .
Carly: Good. I'm glad you like it.
Sonny smiled and watched as Carly turned back to go change into her regular clothes. He couldn't believe it. He felt something and it was a good something. He found himself smiling and he knew that he was falling for his best friend's girl.