Disclaimer: I don't own GH or any characters used in this story. The songs are [in order] by Ani DiFranco [Untouchable Face]; Staind [It's Been Awhile]; and Avril Lavingne [Things I'll never say]

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Part 1

            Two hours later, I arrived at Kelly's. I'd walked around town several times by now. I'd tried my best not to think of her. Unfortunately, I was failing miserably. In my journey around town, I'd managed to pass her house on four separate occasions. The last time, I'd even contemplated knocking on her door- seeing if she was up. That was when I decided to stop at Kelly's. Perhaps distract myself for awhile. Maybe, I could stop thinking of Georgie Jones for even a spilt second.

           

            […and who am I? That I should be vying for your touch? Who am I? I bet you can't even tell me that much…]

            I sighed as I opened the door. I scanned the room. Noticing it was almost empty: only two people at the bar eating breakfast, Zander and Gia. I slid into a table in the corner furthest from them, as if hiding from the rest of the world. A petite waitress with blond hair and a pretty smile came over as I picked up my menu.

            "Can I get you a drink to start?" she asked, beaming at me.         

            She had to have drank at least three cups of coffee to be that perky, I smiled at my thoughts and looked up to meet her eyes.

            "Some orange juice, please," I requested.

            "Sure, I'll be right back," and with that, she started away. My eyes returned to the menu.

            I'd read through all the choices three times, including descriptions, by the time my juice arrived. "Decide what you want?" she asked me.

            "I'll have the pancakes," I reply.

            "Good choice," she tells me, nodding her head as she copies it down on her notepad. I pulled the glass of juice up to my lips to drink from as my eyes landed on the phone booth in the corner.

            Memories flooded my mind. I gave an off-center smile at my reminiscence: Georgie practically jumping me. I chuckled, so quietly my own ears barely heard it, as I played that moment over and over in my head. I had replayed that kiss so many times. A smile tugged at the sides of my mouth. My mind drifted forward to 'kissing practice' with Georgie. I forgot about the reasons and focused solely on how it felt. I knew she didn't feel the same, but somehow, I wished she could.

            […it's been a while, but I can still remember just the way you taste…]

            I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice anyone else come in until I heard a voice.

            "Dillon?" I glanced up to see Georgie Jones standing by my seat.

            "Georgie, hi…" I greeted her as she sat down across the table from me. "You're up early."

            "I could say the same for you," she countered.

            I smirked; she knew I never got up before at least eleven on Saturdays. I was caught. "Yeah…I forgot to turn off my alarm last night and I couldn't get back to sleep," I admitted to her.

            She laughed at me. "Genius, Dillon." I loved the way she said my name.

            "You hungry?" I asked her.

            "Umm…" she thought for a moment, "Yeah, a little."

            "Are you going to get something or did you just come down here to accompany me?" I joked. She smiled once more. It was then I saw the waitress coming over with my food.

            "Here you are," the waitress said to me, placing the pancakes in front of me. "Can I get you something?" she asked Georgie.

            "I'll just have the same as him," Georgie told her while looking at me. The waitress left once more.

            "So," I started, not sure what to say exactly.

            […I'm tuggin' at my hair, I'm pulling' at my clothes, I'm trying to keep my cool, I know it shows. I'm staring at my feet, my cheeks are turning red, I'm searching for the words inside my head cause I feel so nervous, trying' to be so perfect cause I know you're worth it…]

            "So," Georgie mimicked. "How's life been lately? I feel like we haven't spoken in forever…"

            I looked up at her, "Oh, it's just great. Peachy, actually." The sarcasm in my tone was overwhelming.

            She looked into my eyes, questioningly, "What's wrong?"

            I shook my head, "Nothing. Forget it." Georgie shrugged it off.

            "Aren't you going to start in on your food?" she asked curiously, eying my plate.

            "I figured I'd be polite and wait for your food to come," I responded. I hoped that would earn me a few points with her.

            She smiled at him, "That's so sweet." I smiled back at her, wondering if I should ever tell her how I felt. Curious as to how she'd react.