Swing Swing
By Amanda
Rated - PG
Genre - Songfic
Features - Dillon's thought's on love and Georgie
Days swiftly come and go.
I'm dreaming of her
She's seeing other guys
Emotions they stir
The sun is gone.
The nights are long
And I am left while the tears fall.
A sigh left the lips of Dillon Quartermaine as he noticed Georgie Jones walked down the hall to her locker. He was unlike most 17 year olds. And he didn't care. Unlike most teenage boys, he didn't care to be popular with girls or within a large social circle. He didn't care about the latest music videos on MTV or what major concert was in town. He was interested in the classics, West Side Story, Sixteen Candles and Gentleman Prefer Blondes. That was his type of thing.
Did you think that I would cry,
on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like,
being alone?
I'll find someone new
He was beyond his years. Thanks in part to his mother, Tracy Quartermaine. He often wondered how the hell he ended up here, in Port Charles, aka Nowheresville. He rememberes living in a new place every month, London, Paris, Beverly Hills, New York. Everywhere. He'd been to more cities and countries than most kids his age in a lifetime.
Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again.
Dillon never really wanted anything. Never needed anything either. Being a Quartermaine, he had his share of what one might call a 'priviliged' life. So what could possibly faze him in the town of Port Charles?
Her. Georgie Jones.
That day he was in Kelly's, the local diner, minding his buisness at a payphone, due to his lack of cell phone at the time when she came up to him and pratically pounced on him. Sure, it caught him off gaurd, as it would any normal person but he didn't freak out.
Wish cast into the sky
I'm moving on
Sweet beginnings do arise
She knows I was wrong
He could still remember the taste of her mint chapstick flavored lips, so sweet, like her personality, he soon learned.
And then he fell for her. From a simple kiss and only a few conversations. But she was so wrapped up in her sorta-cousin Lucas Spencer Jones.
He wanted to hurl when he thought of Lucas and Georgie together.
He was a jerk. Well, not according to Georgie. To Gerogie, Lucas was her prince charming. While Dillon, was just a friend.
A friend. Dillon didn't have any friends. Well, besides his mother. She taught him when he was little that it wasn't good to have any friends, only associates, so for the 17 years that he spent on his earth he hand't made a single friend. It's not like it would have been easy to make friends and keep them anyway. He was always moving.
When he saw the way her eyes lit up whenever Lucas entered the room, another one of the lessons his mother drilled into his head came to mind. Never fall in love. You'll only get your heart broken.
And he felt his heart shatter into a millon peices when she'd give Lucas that sweet smile that he'd wish she'd give him.
The notes are old,
They bend, they fold
and so do I to a new love.
The End
- Lyrics from All American Rejects 'Swing Swing'
By Amanda
Rated - PG
Genre - Songfic
Features - Dillon's thought's on love and Georgie
Days swiftly come and go.
I'm dreaming of her
She's seeing other guys
Emotions they stir
The sun is gone.
The nights are long
And I am left while the tears fall.
A sigh left the lips of Dillon Quartermaine as he noticed Georgie Jones walked down the hall to her locker. He was unlike most 17 year olds. And he didn't care. Unlike most teenage boys, he didn't care to be popular with girls or within a large social circle. He didn't care about the latest music videos on MTV or what major concert was in town. He was interested in the classics, West Side Story, Sixteen Candles and Gentleman Prefer Blondes. That was his type of thing.
Did you think that I would cry,
on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like,
being alone?
I'll find someone new
He was beyond his years. Thanks in part to his mother, Tracy Quartermaine. He often wondered how the hell he ended up here, in Port Charles, aka Nowheresville. He rememberes living in a new place every month, London, Paris, Beverly Hills, New York. Everywhere. He'd been to more cities and countries than most kids his age in a lifetime.
Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again.
Dillon never really wanted anything. Never needed anything either. Being a Quartermaine, he had his share of what one might call a 'priviliged' life. So what could possibly faze him in the town of Port Charles?
Her. Georgie Jones.
That day he was in Kelly's, the local diner, minding his buisness at a payphone, due to his lack of cell phone at the time when she came up to him and pratically pounced on him. Sure, it caught him off gaurd, as it would any normal person but he didn't freak out.
Wish cast into the sky
I'm moving on
Sweet beginnings do arise
She knows I was wrong
He could still remember the taste of her mint chapstick flavored lips, so sweet, like her personality, he soon learned.
And then he fell for her. From a simple kiss and only a few conversations. But she was so wrapped up in her sorta-cousin Lucas Spencer Jones.
He wanted to hurl when he thought of Lucas and Georgie together.
He was a jerk. Well, not according to Georgie. To Gerogie, Lucas was her prince charming. While Dillon, was just a friend.
A friend. Dillon didn't have any friends. Well, besides his mother. She taught him when he was little that it wasn't good to have any friends, only associates, so for the 17 years that he spent on his earth he hand't made a single friend. It's not like it would have been easy to make friends and keep them anyway. He was always moving.
When he saw the way her eyes lit up whenever Lucas entered the room, another one of the lessons his mother drilled into his head came to mind. Never fall in love. You'll only get your heart broken.
And he felt his heart shatter into a millon peices when she'd give Lucas that sweet smile that he'd wish she'd give him.
The notes are old,
They bend, they fold
and so do I to a new love.
The End
- Lyrics from All American Rejects 'Swing Swing'
