This is my first GH Fic, so I'm sorry if it really sucks.

Disclaimer: I don't own GH or any of the characters.

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I didn't know how I felt anymore. There wasn't anyone I could talk to, either. That just added to my confusion. I had no one to pave out all my thoughts. No one to listen and offer useful advice. Maxie couldn't help me; I mean, look at what she'd done to her own life. Mom was gone. I mean, sure, she called everyday. It wasn't the same, though. I could never mention my troubles to Mac, seeing as how he banned me from ever seeing Dillon. I still can't quite believe he did that! "And you, stay away from Dillon Quartermaine…" Who is he to say that?

Suddenly, I needed to get out. I felt suffocated in my room. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror, making sure I still looked human, and sped out to the door. Nearly trampling Lucas over on the way. My heart fluttered slightly. "What are you going?" He questions me, curiosity surfacing.

"I'm not sure," I respond.

"Oh," he looks disappointed; I'm not sure why.

"Why are you here?" I ask, realizing now that he's on my doorstep.

"Looking for Maxie… is she home?" My heart falls.

"Yeah, I think she's in her room…" I tell him as I open the front door again. "I'll see you later." With that, I start off down the lawn and to the street.

I ended up at the park, once again. Sitting down on the bench, thoughts began drifting though my mind. If I hadn't lied about having a date, I never would have even met Dillon. Although, he is an amazing kisser; a smile formed on my lips at the idea. I chuckled softly when remembering the look on his face afterwards. It was a look of pure shock as I grabbed the phone out of his hand and jumped him. It was one of those great stories you hope to tell your kids about one day. I stopped myself. What was I saying? I'm in love with Lucas, aren't I? I used to be, at least. I didn't even know if I was or wasn't anymore. I sighed. "I wish I had someone to talk to," I spoke to the wind, "Then maybe this would make sense…"

"What would make sense?" A voice came from behind me. I turned in time to see Dillon sit down next to me.

"Nothing," I responded. I could feel my cheeks becoming flush. I crossed my legs and faced Dillon. "I was just talking to myself, that's all." I smiled. I felt my heart race as it skipped beats here and there.

Dillon grinned at my words, "Really?" I could only nod in response. "Might I ask the topic?"

"Just how you were right… about Lucas, I mean," I cover, "I've been so stupid this whole time…" I hesitate momentarily before continuing. "He thinks of me as a friend. Only a friend. I was stupid to ever believe I had a chance-"

"It wasn't stupid," Dillon defended. "If anything: Lucas is the stupid one. He doesn't know what he's missing." I couldn't help but smile. How did he always know exactly what to say? I looked into the sky, in just a few minutes the sun would kiss the horizon, and greet the night moon. I smiled at the thought. I looked back to Dillon, he had the same look I did on his face: bliss. It was then I realized it: this was where I wanted to be. All these crazy emotions I'd been feeling; the same emotions he had been feeling. I looked into his eyes, and saw what I'd been blind to before. I leaned closer to him and closed my eyes. Our lips met for the third time ever. This time, there wasn't anyone around to fool. It was magic, as if all the time this was who I meant for. I placed a hand on his built chest as his hand traveled softly to my chin. I pulled away after a few seconds and looked into his eyes. I felt ecstasy as I nudged closer to him on the bench. His arm was placed around my shoulders, and I leaned my head on his chest. He kissed my forehead softly, and I smirked. This was where I belonged and I never wanted to leave.