I just remembered that time at the market
You snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart...
Georgie stirred, and when she slowly opened her eyelids, she saw the dark purply sky of eleven o'clock at night and heard the loud, clinking sound of raindrops bouncing on the windows and roof of the car. She had been dozing, remembering the one-year anniversary of her and Dillon's dating each other their junior year of high school.
She lightly closed her eyes again and could almost smell the salty air of the beach; barely make out the soft faded colors of the sunset that day.
...You looked behind you to smile back at me
Crashed into a rack full of magazines
They told us
We could leave..
Opening her eyes again and readjusting them to the dim light of the car lamp, she could hear the muffled sound of the radio and Dillon's shallow breathing as he slept on his side in the driver's seat. The keys still in the ignition, the heat rolled softly through the passenger vents and warmed Georgie's hands. She rubbed them together and glanced around, trying to remember the evening.
Then she saw an empty, clear-plastic container on the dashboard, slathered with pepper and sticky white dressing. Now she remembered- they had stopped at a diner for dinner, and she had wrapped up the rest of her salad. She smiled, knowing Dillon had finished it for her. She reached out for a moment to turn the radio up slightly, to make out the song.
...Our love was
Comfortable and
So broken in...
Georgie smiled. She loved this song, and hummed along slowly to the fairy-tale-like guitar melody as the lyrics were sung.
...She says the Bible is all that she reads
Prefers that I not use profanity...
A few minutes later, the song ended and Georgie smiled, closing her eyes. She reached out and searched with her fingers for the dial, which she turned off. Then she once more glanced over at Dillon, sound asleep, and blew him a quick kiss before rolling over and shutting her eyelids.
Before she fell asleep, Georgie thought of the last four years. New York City had been the best thing that had ever happened to her; for four years, she and Dillon had shared an apartment together two blocks from New York University, a great journalism school as well as a preferred university for aspiring directors and producers.
In junior year, Dillon had proposed; in October of senior year, they had wed. At graduation, random scatterbrained characters from Dillon's dysfunctional family had showed up for the ceremony, as well as Georgie's small, closeknit family. In the next week, after their families drove back, they had packed up their things and finalized the sale of their rent-controlled apartment.
Tomorrow, they would be pulling into Port Charles once again, and Mac was giving them the loft above the Jones' house until they could find an apartment or house to live in.
Images and memories, once so close but now seemingly so distant, flashed through Georgie's mind. Finally, she shut off her brain and truly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the next day.
song credit: "Comfortable" lyrics and music by John Mayer
A/N: please r&r! this is my second fanfic (first GH) so please let me know how it's going! thanks!