Kelly's, the following afternoon-
While Sonny and Damian were slowly becoming much less tense around one another, it was still going to take more than a bit of working for everyone to feel completely comfortable with the varied situations that they had all been through in such a short time. Michael just watned his family together, and while he accepted that it might not happen in the way that he wanted, it wasn't entirely something that he understood. He loved them all, why couldn't that be enough to keep them together? Sonny wanted to make penance for his lie that had cost him the then fledgling bond that he was making with Damian before the boy moved out. Damian wanted to believe that his father was something more than a liar and a killer. He knew that Sonny was a good father to Michael and Morgan, but being a good father did not necessarily mean that he was a good person as well. Sonny still had a lot to do if he was ever going to show Damian that he was the type of person that could be trusted with things that father and son should confide within one another. If he would ever actually get that far was an entirely undecided factor. Damian was a harsh judge, he knew it. It wasn't entirely his fault, though. Once you've been stepped on by the basic way you live your life, as he had, it was pretty hard to allow yourself to be walked over again in a smiliar manner. Perhaps if his mother hadn't have died, Damian would have been a much more forgiving person. But if Ana-Maria had not died, he wouldn't even be in Port Charles, more than likely. He had no reason to find his father while his mother was alive, that was all he needed to be happy. What love Sonny should have provided for his son growing up, Ana-Maria provided a thousand times more just to make up for the fact that she couldn't give him the type of home that the other children around him had. If she hadn't have passed, he would have never had the notion to be a doctor. It was the catalyst of his life, for better or for worse. Carly was, as always, thinking of ways to keep people away from her family rather than let them in. She had let Courtney in at one point, but would Damian get as lucky as his aunt? If she did become less apprehensive towards him, why would that be? What would he have to do in order to get into her good graces. Bobbie had said that the fastest way to her was through her children, but she viewed the fast forging bond between Damian and Michael with little more than scorn. If it had not been for Michael's time in the hospital Carly would have viewed the relationship with nothing but scorn. However, even she could not deny that Damian had something to do with Michael's recovery, as much as he apparently did with the momentary impediment that had befallen the young boy. For that reason alone, she had tolerated Damian's prescence over the weekend, athough it was anyone's guess how long she would let that sway her opinion.
For now Damian would shelve his family issues, they were always at the top of his mind, and for that reason alone he couldn't exactly be the best person that he was. He had always been more than a little too morbid, too realistic, but his world had been shattered at an age where he should have still had plenty of time left to believe in the things of fantasy. He trekked down the stairs and into the restaurant. He wasn't expecting anyone to be down there for him at that moment, so he was more than a little surprised when Dillon was also there. He didn't know much about Dillon, and he actually was probably a bit rude to the poor boy the day prior, but he was extremely tired and really didn't feel like spending time making idle chit chat with anyone then. Now, however, was a different story. "Dillon?"
Dillon, who was hard at work on some small assignment for his English class, peered up from his laptop. It actually wasn't a very taxing assignment, but Dillon wasn't exactly the best student in the world. That's not to say he wasn't smart, he just didn't enjoy doing the work that was assigned to him, he would rather do the work that he felt was right. Georgie could easily finish the assignment, but she wouldn't. She wanted to keep him honest, and it was one of the best qualities that she had. Dillon smiled, "Oh, hey. Damian, right?"
"Yeah, mind if I take a seat?"
"No, not at all. Actually, I'm glad you're here."
Damian sat down and grinned, "And why would that be?"
"Because if you're here then it gives me a reason not to do this stupid essay for my class."
Damian chuckled, "Believe me, Dillon, I'd kill for a chance to go back and relive the time when an essay was the most of my educational worries. Cherish these moments while you have them, because when they're gone you're going to be missing them a whole lot."
"I somehow doubt that," Dillon replied blankly. "I mean, really, why do I need to tell people why I feel the way I do about a certain subject?"
"Because they wouldn't know otherwise?"
Dillon glared at him, "Ha."
"I'm serious, Dillon. We're not mind readers, and we don't know how you feel about everything. Actually, I personally don't know anything about you outside of your name, that you're dating Georgie, and that you hate doing essays. If I were to ask you your opinion on the fact that we slaughter baby seals to make fur coats for example, how would I know what you thought about it unless you told me?"
Devoid of a wit filled reply, Dillon remained silent. Finally he muttered something, "I guess you're right." He thrust his hands up in the air for a brief second, "I just wish Georgie was here. She makes everything come out so easily. I can talk to her about anything, you know? She's the only reason that I'm even passing any of my classes."
"She seems really important to you," Damian observed.
"She is," Dillon said. "Georgie's my reason for living in this town as long as I have. She's one of the few things that is keeping me sane, because if I didn't have her to thether me down to reality, I don't know how I'd have turned out by now."
"What's the question? Damian asked.
"What?"
"The question," He repeated. "For your paper, what is it?"
"Why am I where I am right now," Dillon told him.
"Didn't you just give me an answer to that?" Damian grinned. "If you spend less time thinking about the question, it will come to you. A little something I picked up while I was taking those practice exams to get into medical school."
Dillon glared at him, "You want to be a doctor?"
"I want to be the type of person that can help people when they need it. Why?"
"It's just something that runs in my family," Dillon told him. "We've got a few doctors, some lawyers, businessmen. It really does make me look like I'm little more than worthless to them."
"Do you feel worthless?"
"I guess I do sometimes," Dillon said. He couldn't explain why, maybe it was because the guy right next to him had punched Kyle, something he had done a few times before, but for some reason Dillon didn't feel like he was talking to a stranger.
"You shouldn't."
"Why?"
"Because no matter what you feel, there will always be people that value you for some reason. You're never truly worthless unless you allow yourself to be that way. Georgie doesn't think you're worthless, that should be enough to keep you going."
Dillon nodded, "It is. Her love, knowing that I bring a smile to her face every day, I can't let someone take that away, not even myself." Dillon looked at Damian, "Can I ask you something?"
"As long as it's not about religion or politics."
Dillon grinned, "How did you get so smart? You don't look that much older than me."
"I'm probably not. I'm 21."
"See?" Dillon said. "We were born in the same decade and yet you're giving me advice that I would go to people like my grandmother for."
"Thanks, I think."
"It's not an insult," Dillon mended the slightly worn fence his analogy had caused. "I just think you're smart, and not booksmart like Georgie, just smart."
"I've had a lot of things happen in my life that have made me grow up a lot faster than I probably should have."
Dillon didn't want to pry, it wasn't his business anyway. But he did agree, "I feel you. Sometimes it seems like everything in my life is so scripted. And I'm not the one writing the screenplay."
While the two young men were engaged in conversation they did not see their respective girlfriends walking into Kelly's together. They also didn't realize that it was all part of some devious master plan for the two couples to become closer, more speficially their two beaus. Georgie giggled, "Here we were making sure that they were both here at the same time so that we could force them to talk and they're already doing it themselves."
Maxie nodded, "Maybe we should just leave them alone."
"Are you crazy?" Georgie asked. "We went through all that trouble, I'm not going to let the chance pass us up." Without warning Georgie walked up and hugged Dillon, kissing him on the cheek, "Hard at work, or hardly working?"
"The latter," Dillon grinned.
Georgie sighed, "You know that you shouldn't start off the beginning of the year not doing your work, Dillon. You need me to help you again?"
Dillon gazed over at Damian, "You know, I think I got enough help from Damian to do it."
Georgie looked over at Damian, "You helped him with his paper?"
"I gave him some prespective that he hadn't thought about, nothing more. I didn't spend four years enduring High School just to keep the stuff I did learn during my time encased in its prison-like ways all to myself."
"It's not that bad!" Georgie exclaimed. When she noticed that three pairs of eyes were looking at her with more than an obvious look of disbelief she blushed a little, "What? It's not."
Damian grabbed Maxie's hand, "I'm not even going to bother guessing. You had something to do with this, didn't you?"
Maxie gave him him her best innocent look, "I did not have anything to do with this!"
Damian turned his head to Dillon, "What do you think, Dillon? You think the Jones sisters hatched some plot to get us together."
Dillon grinned, "I am shocked and appauled that you would dare make such an implication, Damian! These are two of the finest people I've ever met in my life. They would never do such a thing."
Georgie rolled her eyes, "You two hit it off without us making you. Who says that guys can't make friends without our help?"
Maxie laughed for a moment. "We thought that maybe we could just go for a walk around town and chat about stuff. We have the day off."
"I don't know if I enjoy being used as a pawn in you grand scheme," Damian smirked.
"Would it help if we apologized?" Georgie asked.
"Maybe a little," Dillon told her.
The two sisters looked at each other, devilish looks on both their faces. They kissed their boyfriends at the same time and pulled away, asking at the same time, "That good enough?"
"Yeah," Damian and Dillon were quick to respond.
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While Sonny and Damian were slowly becoming much less tense around one another, it was still going to take more than a bit of working for everyone to feel completely comfortable with the varied situations that they had all been through in such a short time. Michael just watned his family together, and while he accepted that it might not happen in the way that he wanted, it wasn't entirely something that he understood. He loved them all, why couldn't that be enough to keep them together? Sonny wanted to make penance for his lie that had cost him the then fledgling bond that he was making with Damian before the boy moved out. Damian wanted to believe that his father was something more than a liar and a killer. He knew that Sonny was a good father to Michael and Morgan, but being a good father did not necessarily mean that he was a good person as well. Sonny still had a lot to do if he was ever going to show Damian that he was the type of person that could be trusted with things that father and son should confide within one another. If he would ever actually get that far was an entirely undecided factor. Damian was a harsh judge, he knew it. It wasn't entirely his fault, though. Once you've been stepped on by the basic way you live your life, as he had, it was pretty hard to allow yourself to be walked over again in a smiliar manner. Perhaps if his mother hadn't have died, Damian would have been a much more forgiving person. But if Ana-Maria had not died, he wouldn't even be in Port Charles, more than likely. He had no reason to find his father while his mother was alive, that was all he needed to be happy. What love Sonny should have provided for his son growing up, Ana-Maria provided a thousand times more just to make up for the fact that she couldn't give him the type of home that the other children around him had. If she hadn't have passed, he would have never had the notion to be a doctor. It was the catalyst of his life, for better or for worse. Carly was, as always, thinking of ways to keep people away from her family rather than let them in. She had let Courtney in at one point, but would Damian get as lucky as his aunt? If she did become less apprehensive towards him, why would that be? What would he have to do in order to get into her good graces. Bobbie had said that the fastest way to her was through her children, but she viewed the fast forging bond between Damian and Michael with little more than scorn. If it had not been for Michael's time in the hospital Carly would have viewed the relationship with nothing but scorn. However, even she could not deny that Damian had something to do with Michael's recovery, as much as he apparently did with the momentary impediment that had befallen the young boy. For that reason alone, she had tolerated Damian's prescence over the weekend, athough it was anyone's guess how long she would let that sway her opinion.
For now Damian would shelve his family issues, they were always at the top of his mind, and for that reason alone he couldn't exactly be the best person that he was. He had always been more than a little too morbid, too realistic, but his world had been shattered at an age where he should have still had plenty of time left to believe in the things of fantasy. He trekked down the stairs and into the restaurant. He wasn't expecting anyone to be down there for him at that moment, so he was more than a little surprised when Dillon was also there. He didn't know much about Dillon, and he actually was probably a bit rude to the poor boy the day prior, but he was extremely tired and really didn't feel like spending time making idle chit chat with anyone then. Now, however, was a different story. "Dillon?"
Dillon, who was hard at work on some small assignment for his English class, peered up from his laptop. It actually wasn't a very taxing assignment, but Dillon wasn't exactly the best student in the world. That's not to say he wasn't smart, he just didn't enjoy doing the work that was assigned to him, he would rather do the work that he felt was right. Georgie could easily finish the assignment, but she wouldn't. She wanted to keep him honest, and it was one of the best qualities that she had. Dillon smiled, "Oh, hey. Damian, right?"
"Yeah, mind if I take a seat?"
"No, not at all. Actually, I'm glad you're here."
Damian sat down and grinned, "And why would that be?"
"Because if you're here then it gives me a reason not to do this stupid essay for my class."
Damian chuckled, "Believe me, Dillon, I'd kill for a chance to go back and relive the time when an essay was the most of my educational worries. Cherish these moments while you have them, because when they're gone you're going to be missing them a whole lot."
"I somehow doubt that," Dillon replied blankly. "I mean, really, why do I need to tell people why I feel the way I do about a certain subject?"
"Because they wouldn't know otherwise?"
Dillon glared at him, "Ha."
"I'm serious, Dillon. We're not mind readers, and we don't know how you feel about everything. Actually, I personally don't know anything about you outside of your name, that you're dating Georgie, and that you hate doing essays. If I were to ask you your opinion on the fact that we slaughter baby seals to make fur coats for example, how would I know what you thought about it unless you told me?"
Devoid of a wit filled reply, Dillon remained silent. Finally he muttered something, "I guess you're right." He thrust his hands up in the air for a brief second, "I just wish Georgie was here. She makes everything come out so easily. I can talk to her about anything, you know? She's the only reason that I'm even passing any of my classes."
"She seems really important to you," Damian observed.
"She is," Dillon said. "Georgie's my reason for living in this town as long as I have. She's one of the few things that is keeping me sane, because if I didn't have her to thether me down to reality, I don't know how I'd have turned out by now."
"What's the question? Damian asked.
"What?"
"The question," He repeated. "For your paper, what is it?"
"Why am I where I am right now," Dillon told him.
"Didn't you just give me an answer to that?" Damian grinned. "If you spend less time thinking about the question, it will come to you. A little something I picked up while I was taking those practice exams to get into medical school."
Dillon glared at him, "You want to be a doctor?"
"I want to be the type of person that can help people when they need it. Why?"
"It's just something that runs in my family," Dillon told him. "We've got a few doctors, some lawyers, businessmen. It really does make me look like I'm little more than worthless to them."
"Do you feel worthless?"
"I guess I do sometimes," Dillon said. He couldn't explain why, maybe it was because the guy right next to him had punched Kyle, something he had done a few times before, but for some reason Dillon didn't feel like he was talking to a stranger.
"You shouldn't."
"Why?"
"Because no matter what you feel, there will always be people that value you for some reason. You're never truly worthless unless you allow yourself to be that way. Georgie doesn't think you're worthless, that should be enough to keep you going."
Dillon nodded, "It is. Her love, knowing that I bring a smile to her face every day, I can't let someone take that away, not even myself." Dillon looked at Damian, "Can I ask you something?"
"As long as it's not about religion or politics."
Dillon grinned, "How did you get so smart? You don't look that much older than me."
"I'm probably not. I'm 21."
"See?" Dillon said. "We were born in the same decade and yet you're giving me advice that I would go to people like my grandmother for."
"Thanks, I think."
"It's not an insult," Dillon mended the slightly worn fence his analogy had caused. "I just think you're smart, and not booksmart like Georgie, just smart."
"I've had a lot of things happen in my life that have made me grow up a lot faster than I probably should have."
Dillon didn't want to pry, it wasn't his business anyway. But he did agree, "I feel you. Sometimes it seems like everything in my life is so scripted. And I'm not the one writing the screenplay."
While the two young men were engaged in conversation they did not see their respective girlfriends walking into Kelly's together. They also didn't realize that it was all part of some devious master plan for the two couples to become closer, more speficially their two beaus. Georgie giggled, "Here we were making sure that they were both here at the same time so that we could force them to talk and they're already doing it themselves."
Maxie nodded, "Maybe we should just leave them alone."
"Are you crazy?" Georgie asked. "We went through all that trouble, I'm not going to let the chance pass us up." Without warning Georgie walked up and hugged Dillon, kissing him on the cheek, "Hard at work, or hardly working?"
"The latter," Dillon grinned.
Georgie sighed, "You know that you shouldn't start off the beginning of the year not doing your work, Dillon. You need me to help you again?"
Dillon gazed over at Damian, "You know, I think I got enough help from Damian to do it."
Georgie looked over at Damian, "You helped him with his paper?"
"I gave him some prespective that he hadn't thought about, nothing more. I didn't spend four years enduring High School just to keep the stuff I did learn during my time encased in its prison-like ways all to myself."
"It's not that bad!" Georgie exclaimed. When she noticed that three pairs of eyes were looking at her with more than an obvious look of disbelief she blushed a little, "What? It's not."
Damian grabbed Maxie's hand, "I'm not even going to bother guessing. You had something to do with this, didn't you?"
Maxie gave him him her best innocent look, "I did not have anything to do with this!"
Damian turned his head to Dillon, "What do you think, Dillon? You think the Jones sisters hatched some plot to get us together."
Dillon grinned, "I am shocked and appauled that you would dare make such an implication, Damian! These are two of the finest people I've ever met in my life. They would never do such a thing."
Georgie rolled her eyes, "You two hit it off without us making you. Who says that guys can't make friends without our help?"
Maxie laughed for a moment. "We thought that maybe we could just go for a walk around town and chat about stuff. We have the day off."
"I don't know if I enjoy being used as a pawn in you grand scheme," Damian smirked.
"Would it help if we apologized?" Georgie asked.
"Maybe a little," Dillon told her.
The two sisters looked at each other, devilish looks on both their faces. They kissed their boyfriends at the same time and pulled away, asking at the same time, "That good enough?"
"Yeah," Damian and Dillon were quick to respond.
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