LIASONFAN: I'm sure you've figured it out by now but Ch. 8 is the chapter with the breakup. =)
I'm still on cloud 9 with the GQ scenes we've been getting this week. *sigh* Anyway, here's the next chapter. I hope everyone enjoys it.
Georgie sat down on the huge leather sofa in the living room. Dillon's penthouse was nice, better than the one he had in Port Charles. She noted, however, he was in need of a serious decorator. It felt odd being here, in this house. It was strange to her that this was the first time she had been inside the building, the first time she had seen where he lived. She used to know his every move.
"Here's your water," Dillon came back into the room carrying a glass and handing it to her.
"Thanks," she took a sip "So, your friend seems nice. Strange but nice."
"He's sleep deprived," Dillon lied "He's kinda crazy anyway."
Georgie giggled and leaned back in her seat. Dillon sat down beside her.
"I guess you're wondering what I'm doing here?"
"I think I've got a pretty good idea," he sighed "Georgie..."
"No, you got to talk the other night," she sat the glass on the coffee table and turned in her seat to face him.
"Ok."
"Do you remember that night you left? How I told you that if you came back you would break my heart again?"
A guilty look came across his features and he slowly nodded his head.
"Well despite the circumstances, you came back, and more than that you needed me. We helped each other. You brought back every single memory I had stored away in my mind of the way things used to be. You *need* me Dillon and I need you. You can say you're protecting me all you want but the truth is you're taking away both of our happiness....And I won't give up on you...Not again."
Dillon stood up and walked toward the fireplace, strumming his fingers along the mantle. Finally, he cast a glance in her direction.
"Are you hungry?"
"What?" she gaped "Did you hear anything I just said?"
"Yeah, but we'll talk about it later. Are you hungry?"
"Yes but..."
"Good, we'll go out."
"You can't just run away from this," Georgie stood up as he walked toward the front door "I'm not going to go away Dillon."
"I know, you're coming with me to dinner."
Georgie sighed as she pulled the door behind them and headed for the elevator.
"I don't understand what we're doing here," Georgie folded her arms on table, after the maître d' had seated them. The restaurant was beautiful, very elite. Georgie could tell a lot of important people took their meals there.
"I told you we're having dinner," Dillon opened the menu.
"I was trying to have a serious conversation and you just all of a sudden decide that you're hungry? What I was talking about was more important than..."
"So, who's watching over the clinic?" Dillon asked, clearly trying to stall any discussion.
"Emily found somebody," Georgie sighed, "I was saying that..."
"Who's watching the dog?"
"Maxie's keeping Atticus," she groaned "I was trying to say..."
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" an all too familiar voice interrupted Georgie. She turned in her seat to find Faith and Ric Lansing standing behind them.
"Great," she sighed, tossing her menu onto the table.
"Atticus. Even her dog has a boring name," Faith scoffed.
"It's from a movie," Dillon began.
"Actually it's from a book, To Kill A Mockingbird, but I guess you wouldn't know that since you've probably never read a book in your life," Georgie rolled her eyes.
"Ouch," Faith laughed "I'm sorry that I actually *have* a life and don't vicariously create one through fairy tales and make believe. It's sad, a woman your age still living in a dream world thinking that Dillon..."
"Ric can you handle your fiancee?" Dillon looked up at the man, who up until this point had kept his mouth shut.
"Come on," Ric grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the table.
Georgie watched her go and shook her head. That was all she needed, to see Faith Roscoe and with Ric Lansing, he was almost as bad.
"They're getting married? That's pathetic."
"Pathetic is an understatement," Dillon shook his head "Now, what do you want to eat?"
Georgie cast an annoyed look in his direction, which he didn't notice.
"He won't talk about it at all?" Maxie asked with surprise into the telephone.
"No, every time I mention it, he changes the subject. I don't understand. I mean, he doesn't tell me to go but he won't look me in the eyes....I just don't know what to do."
"You're not coming home are you?" Emily spoke up. Georgie had called them both on three way calling. She needed her two best friends' advice. Dillon had told her she could spend the night in the guest room and went immediately upstairs.
"No, I can't do that. I don't know, you guys. Maybe I'm just as pathetic as Faith said. I mean, I'm not a teenager anymore...I'm almost thirty for goodness sake...and here I am chasing after Dillon..."
"No," Emily assured her "Dillon loves you and if you just stick to your guns, he'll come around. He won't be able to resist you. You two are made for each other. He knows that."
"I wish you both were here," Georgie sighed "I could use the support."
"Call us, day or night," Maxie insisted.
"Thanks," Georgie smiled "Good night."
"Night," the two girls called back as she hung up the phone.
Georgie pulled back the covers of the bed and lay her head on the pillow. In the dark, she tried to decide what she should do next.
"Georgie?" she heard a voice from outside the door, then it opened letting in a little ray of light from the hallway.
"Dillon?" she raised up in bed and turned on the lamp "What's wrong?"
"I'm ready to talk to you."
I'm still on cloud 9 with the GQ scenes we've been getting this week. *sigh* Anyway, here's the next chapter. I hope everyone enjoys it.
Georgie sat down on the huge leather sofa in the living room. Dillon's penthouse was nice, better than the one he had in Port Charles. She noted, however, he was in need of a serious decorator. It felt odd being here, in this house. It was strange to her that this was the first time she had been inside the building, the first time she had seen where he lived. She used to know his every move.
"Here's your water," Dillon came back into the room carrying a glass and handing it to her.
"Thanks," she took a sip "So, your friend seems nice. Strange but nice."
"He's sleep deprived," Dillon lied "He's kinda crazy anyway."
Georgie giggled and leaned back in her seat. Dillon sat down beside her.
"I guess you're wondering what I'm doing here?"
"I think I've got a pretty good idea," he sighed "Georgie..."
"No, you got to talk the other night," she sat the glass on the coffee table and turned in her seat to face him.
"Ok."
"Do you remember that night you left? How I told you that if you came back you would break my heart again?"
A guilty look came across his features and he slowly nodded his head.
"Well despite the circumstances, you came back, and more than that you needed me. We helped each other. You brought back every single memory I had stored away in my mind of the way things used to be. You *need* me Dillon and I need you. You can say you're protecting me all you want but the truth is you're taking away both of our happiness....And I won't give up on you...Not again."
Dillon stood up and walked toward the fireplace, strumming his fingers along the mantle. Finally, he cast a glance in her direction.
"Are you hungry?"
"What?" she gaped "Did you hear anything I just said?"
"Yeah, but we'll talk about it later. Are you hungry?"
"Yes but..."
"Good, we'll go out."
"You can't just run away from this," Georgie stood up as he walked toward the front door "I'm not going to go away Dillon."
"I know, you're coming with me to dinner."
Georgie sighed as she pulled the door behind them and headed for the elevator.
"I don't understand what we're doing here," Georgie folded her arms on table, after the maître d' had seated them. The restaurant was beautiful, very elite. Georgie could tell a lot of important people took their meals there.
"I told you we're having dinner," Dillon opened the menu.
"I was trying to have a serious conversation and you just all of a sudden decide that you're hungry? What I was talking about was more important than..."
"So, who's watching over the clinic?" Dillon asked, clearly trying to stall any discussion.
"Emily found somebody," Georgie sighed, "I was saying that..."
"Who's watching the dog?"
"Maxie's keeping Atticus," she groaned "I was trying to say..."
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" an all too familiar voice interrupted Georgie. She turned in her seat to find Faith and Ric Lansing standing behind them.
"Great," she sighed, tossing her menu onto the table.
"Atticus. Even her dog has a boring name," Faith scoffed.
"It's from a movie," Dillon began.
"Actually it's from a book, To Kill A Mockingbird, but I guess you wouldn't know that since you've probably never read a book in your life," Georgie rolled her eyes.
"Ouch," Faith laughed "I'm sorry that I actually *have* a life and don't vicariously create one through fairy tales and make believe. It's sad, a woman your age still living in a dream world thinking that Dillon..."
"Ric can you handle your fiancee?" Dillon looked up at the man, who up until this point had kept his mouth shut.
"Come on," Ric grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the table.
Georgie watched her go and shook her head. That was all she needed, to see Faith Roscoe and with Ric Lansing, he was almost as bad.
"They're getting married? That's pathetic."
"Pathetic is an understatement," Dillon shook his head "Now, what do you want to eat?"
Georgie cast an annoyed look in his direction, which he didn't notice.
"He won't talk about it at all?" Maxie asked with surprise into the telephone.
"No, every time I mention it, he changes the subject. I don't understand. I mean, he doesn't tell me to go but he won't look me in the eyes....I just don't know what to do."
"You're not coming home are you?" Emily spoke up. Georgie had called them both on three way calling. She needed her two best friends' advice. Dillon had told her she could spend the night in the guest room and went immediately upstairs.
"No, I can't do that. I don't know, you guys. Maybe I'm just as pathetic as Faith said. I mean, I'm not a teenager anymore...I'm almost thirty for goodness sake...and here I am chasing after Dillon..."
"No," Emily assured her "Dillon loves you and if you just stick to your guns, he'll come around. He won't be able to resist you. You two are made for each other. He knows that."
"I wish you both were here," Georgie sighed "I could use the support."
"Call us, day or night," Maxie insisted.
"Thanks," Georgie smiled "Good night."
"Night," the two girls called back as she hung up the phone.
Georgie pulled back the covers of the bed and lay her head on the pillow. In the dark, she tried to decide what she should do next.
"Georgie?" she heard a voice from outside the door, then it opened letting in a little ray of light from the hallway.
"Dillon?" she raised up in bed and turned on the lamp "What's wrong?"
"I'm ready to talk to you."