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General Hospital Nurses Station-
Maxie stood at the station, watching as the various doctors walked past her during the day. Both Doctor Quartermaine's, Doctor Hardy, her Uncle Tony, Doctor Lewis, and many of the others. She wondered if there would eventually be a Doctor Corinthos walking down those halls, saving lives whenever possible. She didn't mean to offend him the night before. If she had known that he didn't want to be kissed she would not have stepped over his boundaries. But she was unaware of the fact that he would find extreme discomfort in her embrace. It had dawned on her before that she found him rather attractive. Her knight in shining armor as the cliché went. There for her at her bleakest time, not expecting anything in return and just being supportive. The night before the roles had been reversed. Instead it was he that needed the support of someone else, and she could only return the favor by allowing that person to be her. Seeing him the way he was, looking like some fragile piece of glass that could break at any second, it showed her more to him than she had seen before. Her perception of Damian was rather skewered, she'd be the first to admit it. Yet from the moment they met she knew that he was something different than the type of person than the other men in her life. He wasn't manipulative like Kyle, he wasn't the 'we can only be friends' person that Lucky was. She knew now that the relationship with Lucky would have never worked even if it had started moving beyond more than a childhood crush. Still, she was thankful that she had the experience that it had given her. Damian was a different person all his own. He was always kind, defensive when he needed to be and very vulnerable at all times. She certainly hoped that she didn't ruin anything that they had with the mistakes made on her part last night. He needed all the friends that he could get at this point in his life, and she needed to know that he didn't hate her.
Georgie bumped into her daydreaming sister on purpose. She wanted to know what was on Maxie's mind. She heard Maxie come in shortly after leaving unexpectedly yesterday evening, but she didn't pry then. She was going to pry now, however. "What are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing," Maxie said, hoping that it would be brushed off.
It wouldn't be, "You're not getting off that easily, Maxie!" Georgie grabbed her arm, "I just worry about you a lot more now that Kyle's dead. You're coping it with it really well, and I'm very proud of you. But no one can get over something like that so quickly. You know that you can talk to me about it any time, even if I'm studying."
"Georgie Jones giving up her precious study time for little old me?" Maxie was in mock shock, "Are you feeling ill? Is the apocalypse coming?"
Georgie gave her a playful slap on the shoulder, "You mean more to me than grades ever could, Maxie. We both know that."
"And you mean so much more to me that I can't burden you with my problems and keep you from having a good future. You're going to be successful, Georgie. You're the smartest person I know and you won't allow yourself to be anything but the best. I wish I had a possible future like that."
"You do," Georgie said confidently, "You picked your grades up so much during the last few years of high school. It might not have been enough to help you get into any of the colleges around here but it showed that you could put the effort and do really well in classes. If you can keep it up at the Junior College here in Port Charles it will look really good and you can get into excellent schools and do whatever you want! You can do it, Maxie, I have faith in you."
Maxie smiled, "Thanks, that helps me out a lot. I only wish that I didn't need my little sister being my mother. You shouldn't be the one telling me these things, Felicia should."
"I know," Georgie said softly, "But we can't do anything about that. She's taking care of her grandmother, we know how important she is to our mother."
"More important than coming to my graduation," Maxie commented in spite.
"She wanted to," Georgie defended her mother. With all of her flaws Felicia was still the person that gave them life, she wouldn't turn against her mother so easily. Maxie was a different story entirely. She was still a young girl, but old enough to remember the pain of having Felicia constantly away from her. Going to sleep without her mother kissing her goodnight and tucking her in. She had grown accustomed to it from Frisco, he was almost never there. It took her nearly dying in order to make him come back to see her and once he knew that she was going to be okay it didn't take him very long to split again. Besides, she had Mac there for her, and he was a better father than Frisco could ever hope to be. Still, there were expectations that children have when concerning their mothers. One of them was not constantly abandoning the children that they spawned. Felicia seemed unable to grasp that concept. Maxie resented her for that, she would probably resent her forever. Perhaps that was something that allowed she and Damian to connect in the way that they did. Both had felt the bitter sting of their mothers not being with them anymore. While Damian's was much more permanent, the feelings were the same regardless.
"How could I have been so stupid?" Maxie asked herself.
"About believing in our mother?" Georgie wondered.
"Not really that, but I do wonder about that as well. I screwed something up big time last night, Georgie."
"What did you do?"
"I overstepped my bounds with someone that I wanted to become closer with, and I might have pushed him away."
"Was it that Damian guy?" Georgie would forever be grateful to Damian for helping her sister from being hurt, but she still knew very little about the boy. She was overprotective with Maxie, especially now. In fact, she was likely more cautious around anyone that tried to romance her sister than Mac could ever possibly be. Kyle had nearly destroyed Maxie both emotionally and physically. Even Mac didn't know the true extents of the confidence blows that Kyle's constant insults towards Maxie did to her self- esteem. She lost any and all self respect that she once had for herself and would do anything to appease Kyle and the other people that she thought were her friends. She seemed lost to Georgie at times. They had always been so close and able to connect when it came to just about anything. For that brief period of time Georgie had to work her hardest to break through the brick wall that Maxie had surrounded herself with. If she hadn't then there was the chance that Kyle wouldn't have been the only one carried out of the hospital that day.
Maxie nodded, "Yeah, it was him."
"What did you do?"
"I called him to ask him about a book that I was reading and I could tell that there was something wrong with him. I rushed over to his apartment. He had moved out of Sonny's penthouse only a few hours before. He knows, Georgie. He knows who Sonny Corinthos really is."
Georgie lowered her head a bit, feeling sympathetic, "He had to find out sometime. Sonny is a dangerous person and being blind to his life only heightens the chances that someone could get hurt. We should be happy that Sonny told him."
"Sonny didn't tell him," Maxie corrected her sister, "He found out another way and that's what crushed him. I saw him hurt for the first time. I saw someone that I thought couldn't be bothered by anything looking like he was going to break down. I kissed him. It all happened so fast and then he pushed me away."
"He pushed you away?" Georgie's mind went into overdrive. Why would anyone push her sister away after a kiss? "Maybe he's gay."
Maxie laughed a bit, "I don't think he is."
"You don't know anything about him."
"Neither do you."
"Yeah," Georgie began, "But I know that there aren't many straight boys in the world that would push away after being kissed by someone who looked like you. That, Maxie, is the sign of a gay person."
"I know for a fact that he isn't gay. He would have told me that."
Georgie cocked an eyebrow, "How can you be so sure?"
"Because I just know!" Maxie proclaimed, "As smart as you are you should know that there are things that you can't explain but still know in your heart. Remember when you couldn't answer why you loved Dillon? That didn't mean that you didn't love him just because you couldn't say why you felt that way, did it?"
"This isn't like that."
"To me it is," Maxie snapped back.
"You're saying that you're in love with this guy?"
"No," Maxie commented, "I'm not in love with him. I like him, I want to know more about him and spend more time with him. I've learned a lot since my time with Kyle. I know that one kiss doesn't mean you're in love with someone."
"Dillon said that he fell in love with me the first time I kissed him."
"The two of you didn't even know each other when that happened!"
"It was fated!" Georgie shot back sarcastically.
"You just want a good story to tell your children and grandchildren," Maxie covered her mouth as she laughed. "I don't love him, but I can't say I don't care about him. And I know that kissing him last night hurt him."
"I still say he's gay."
Maxie looked at Georgie out of the corner of her eye as she grabbed some files, "You just don't want me to be happy with a man and be one of those people who lives in a house with a bunch of cats running around."
"You like cats."
The Cellar-
For a Friday night at one of Port Charles's more renowned drinking establishments the Cellar was rather dead. Not dead in the way that it's owner, Faith Rosco, liked it. This type of dead cost her money, and she hated it when anything cost her money. Unless it was a nice black dress or some other materialistic item that would make her look all the more stunning and deadly. She was bored, and that always made her even more agitated. She heard someone walking down the stairs to her establishment and watched with her unusual glee. A fresh faced young man came down. She sighed, not wanting to play games with the kiddies on this night. "Look, junior, no matter how much money you offer us we're not going to let you get smashed here."
Damian looked over at the woman in all black, "I'm old enough to drink, thank you."
She laughed, "Sure you are."
Damian grabbed his wallet and pulled out his identification card, "Take a look for yourself."
Faith glanced at the card for a second, "You don't think I've dealt with my fair share of fake identification cards?"
"Why would I be in New York with a fake ID from California?"
"Clever ruse," Faith commented as she further inspected the card, "Damian, the son of the devil."
"You could say that," Damian blankly replied, thinking of Sonny.
Faith liked his response, "You're blunt and yet retain some sense of comedic timing. Says right here that today would be your 21st."
"Does it really?"
Faith smiled as she handed the card back, looking at the young man with his hair and eyes. Maybe the night wouldn't be lost altogether. "Tell you what, birthday boy, I'm going to go into the back and come out with a special drink made just for you." She pointed to a table, "Why not take a seat over there and wait for me."
Damian looked over and started to walk towards the table, "If you say so."
Faith smiled wider as she retreated to the back. She had the best luck.
Jason came down minutes later and saw Damian at a table, "What the hell are you doing here?"
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General Hospital Nurses Station-
Maxie stood at the station, watching as the various doctors walked past her during the day. Both Doctor Quartermaine's, Doctor Hardy, her Uncle Tony, Doctor Lewis, and many of the others. She wondered if there would eventually be a Doctor Corinthos walking down those halls, saving lives whenever possible. She didn't mean to offend him the night before. If she had known that he didn't want to be kissed she would not have stepped over his boundaries. But she was unaware of the fact that he would find extreme discomfort in her embrace. It had dawned on her before that she found him rather attractive. Her knight in shining armor as the cliché went. There for her at her bleakest time, not expecting anything in return and just being supportive. The night before the roles had been reversed. Instead it was he that needed the support of someone else, and she could only return the favor by allowing that person to be her. Seeing him the way he was, looking like some fragile piece of glass that could break at any second, it showed her more to him than she had seen before. Her perception of Damian was rather skewered, she'd be the first to admit it. Yet from the moment they met she knew that he was something different than the type of person than the other men in her life. He wasn't manipulative like Kyle, he wasn't the 'we can only be friends' person that Lucky was. She knew now that the relationship with Lucky would have never worked even if it had started moving beyond more than a childhood crush. Still, she was thankful that she had the experience that it had given her. Damian was a different person all his own. He was always kind, defensive when he needed to be and very vulnerable at all times. She certainly hoped that she didn't ruin anything that they had with the mistakes made on her part last night. He needed all the friends that he could get at this point in his life, and she needed to know that he didn't hate her.
Georgie bumped into her daydreaming sister on purpose. She wanted to know what was on Maxie's mind. She heard Maxie come in shortly after leaving unexpectedly yesterday evening, but she didn't pry then. She was going to pry now, however. "What are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing," Maxie said, hoping that it would be brushed off.
It wouldn't be, "You're not getting off that easily, Maxie!" Georgie grabbed her arm, "I just worry about you a lot more now that Kyle's dead. You're coping it with it really well, and I'm very proud of you. But no one can get over something like that so quickly. You know that you can talk to me about it any time, even if I'm studying."
"Georgie Jones giving up her precious study time for little old me?" Maxie was in mock shock, "Are you feeling ill? Is the apocalypse coming?"
Georgie gave her a playful slap on the shoulder, "You mean more to me than grades ever could, Maxie. We both know that."
"And you mean so much more to me that I can't burden you with my problems and keep you from having a good future. You're going to be successful, Georgie. You're the smartest person I know and you won't allow yourself to be anything but the best. I wish I had a possible future like that."
"You do," Georgie said confidently, "You picked your grades up so much during the last few years of high school. It might not have been enough to help you get into any of the colleges around here but it showed that you could put the effort and do really well in classes. If you can keep it up at the Junior College here in Port Charles it will look really good and you can get into excellent schools and do whatever you want! You can do it, Maxie, I have faith in you."
Maxie smiled, "Thanks, that helps me out a lot. I only wish that I didn't need my little sister being my mother. You shouldn't be the one telling me these things, Felicia should."
"I know," Georgie said softly, "But we can't do anything about that. She's taking care of her grandmother, we know how important she is to our mother."
"More important than coming to my graduation," Maxie commented in spite.
"She wanted to," Georgie defended her mother. With all of her flaws Felicia was still the person that gave them life, she wouldn't turn against her mother so easily. Maxie was a different story entirely. She was still a young girl, but old enough to remember the pain of having Felicia constantly away from her. Going to sleep without her mother kissing her goodnight and tucking her in. She had grown accustomed to it from Frisco, he was almost never there. It took her nearly dying in order to make him come back to see her and once he knew that she was going to be okay it didn't take him very long to split again. Besides, she had Mac there for her, and he was a better father than Frisco could ever hope to be. Still, there were expectations that children have when concerning their mothers. One of them was not constantly abandoning the children that they spawned. Felicia seemed unable to grasp that concept. Maxie resented her for that, she would probably resent her forever. Perhaps that was something that allowed she and Damian to connect in the way that they did. Both had felt the bitter sting of their mothers not being with them anymore. While Damian's was much more permanent, the feelings were the same regardless.
"How could I have been so stupid?" Maxie asked herself.
"About believing in our mother?" Georgie wondered.
"Not really that, but I do wonder about that as well. I screwed something up big time last night, Georgie."
"What did you do?"
"I overstepped my bounds with someone that I wanted to become closer with, and I might have pushed him away."
"Was it that Damian guy?" Georgie would forever be grateful to Damian for helping her sister from being hurt, but she still knew very little about the boy. She was overprotective with Maxie, especially now. In fact, she was likely more cautious around anyone that tried to romance her sister than Mac could ever possibly be. Kyle had nearly destroyed Maxie both emotionally and physically. Even Mac didn't know the true extents of the confidence blows that Kyle's constant insults towards Maxie did to her self- esteem. She lost any and all self respect that she once had for herself and would do anything to appease Kyle and the other people that she thought were her friends. She seemed lost to Georgie at times. They had always been so close and able to connect when it came to just about anything. For that brief period of time Georgie had to work her hardest to break through the brick wall that Maxie had surrounded herself with. If she hadn't then there was the chance that Kyle wouldn't have been the only one carried out of the hospital that day.
Maxie nodded, "Yeah, it was him."
"What did you do?"
"I called him to ask him about a book that I was reading and I could tell that there was something wrong with him. I rushed over to his apartment. He had moved out of Sonny's penthouse only a few hours before. He knows, Georgie. He knows who Sonny Corinthos really is."
Georgie lowered her head a bit, feeling sympathetic, "He had to find out sometime. Sonny is a dangerous person and being blind to his life only heightens the chances that someone could get hurt. We should be happy that Sonny told him."
"Sonny didn't tell him," Maxie corrected her sister, "He found out another way and that's what crushed him. I saw him hurt for the first time. I saw someone that I thought couldn't be bothered by anything looking like he was going to break down. I kissed him. It all happened so fast and then he pushed me away."
"He pushed you away?" Georgie's mind went into overdrive. Why would anyone push her sister away after a kiss? "Maybe he's gay."
Maxie laughed a bit, "I don't think he is."
"You don't know anything about him."
"Neither do you."
"Yeah," Georgie began, "But I know that there aren't many straight boys in the world that would push away after being kissed by someone who looked like you. That, Maxie, is the sign of a gay person."
"I know for a fact that he isn't gay. He would have told me that."
Georgie cocked an eyebrow, "How can you be so sure?"
"Because I just know!" Maxie proclaimed, "As smart as you are you should know that there are things that you can't explain but still know in your heart. Remember when you couldn't answer why you loved Dillon? That didn't mean that you didn't love him just because you couldn't say why you felt that way, did it?"
"This isn't like that."
"To me it is," Maxie snapped back.
"You're saying that you're in love with this guy?"
"No," Maxie commented, "I'm not in love with him. I like him, I want to know more about him and spend more time with him. I've learned a lot since my time with Kyle. I know that one kiss doesn't mean you're in love with someone."
"Dillon said that he fell in love with me the first time I kissed him."
"The two of you didn't even know each other when that happened!"
"It was fated!" Georgie shot back sarcastically.
"You just want a good story to tell your children and grandchildren," Maxie covered her mouth as she laughed. "I don't love him, but I can't say I don't care about him. And I know that kissing him last night hurt him."
"I still say he's gay."
Maxie looked at Georgie out of the corner of her eye as she grabbed some files, "You just don't want me to be happy with a man and be one of those people who lives in a house with a bunch of cats running around."
"You like cats."
The Cellar-
For a Friday night at one of Port Charles's more renowned drinking establishments the Cellar was rather dead. Not dead in the way that it's owner, Faith Rosco, liked it. This type of dead cost her money, and she hated it when anything cost her money. Unless it was a nice black dress or some other materialistic item that would make her look all the more stunning and deadly. She was bored, and that always made her even more agitated. She heard someone walking down the stairs to her establishment and watched with her unusual glee. A fresh faced young man came down. She sighed, not wanting to play games with the kiddies on this night. "Look, junior, no matter how much money you offer us we're not going to let you get smashed here."
Damian looked over at the woman in all black, "I'm old enough to drink, thank you."
She laughed, "Sure you are."
Damian grabbed his wallet and pulled out his identification card, "Take a look for yourself."
Faith glanced at the card for a second, "You don't think I've dealt with my fair share of fake identification cards?"
"Why would I be in New York with a fake ID from California?"
"Clever ruse," Faith commented as she further inspected the card, "Damian, the son of the devil."
"You could say that," Damian blankly replied, thinking of Sonny.
Faith liked his response, "You're blunt and yet retain some sense of comedic timing. Says right here that today would be your 21st."
"Does it really?"
Faith smiled as she handed the card back, looking at the young man with his hair and eyes. Maybe the night wouldn't be lost altogether. "Tell you what, birthday boy, I'm going to go into the back and come out with a special drink made just for you." She pointed to a table, "Why not take a seat over there and wait for me."
Damian looked over and started to walk towards the table, "If you say so."
Faith smiled wider as she retreated to the back. She had the best luck.
Jason came down minutes later and saw Damian at a table, "What the hell are you doing here?"