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Story-

Port Charles Park-

Georgie Jones sat on the bench of the park, the snowflakes that had only recently begun to fall onto the earth having covered the bench before she got there. Georgie didn't like being alone very much. It was something that she had become accustomed to growing up, but ever since she met Dillon there was hardly ever a time where they weren't together. He always claimed that she had saved him from whatever it was that was bothering him… but the truth was that Dillon was just as much a savoir to Georgie as she was to him, perhaps more so.

The park had been a place where she had created many memories with the people that she cared about. She was blessed to have more good memories than bad ones, something that most people in Port Charles could not claim. There was always something that was lurking underneath. Georgie had seen it a few times… she had been kidnapped by a madman before, but through it all she would only try to retain that girlish smile and her level head. Given the situations that managed to come around her it was a miracle that she was still sane.

Georgie had things that she never thought she would have in her lifetime. She had a boyfriend, someone that she could love forever. She had some friends, too. And her relationship with Maxie had been strengthened considerably over the years. But Georgie wanted more. She only wanted more of one thing, but it was that one thing that she wanted more of that she thought she could never have.

"I didn't think it was going to snow today… the weather report said that it would pass New York and Port Charles, along with a few other areas. Stupid meteorologists, they're almost always wrong…"

Although she heard his voice, his sweet and comedic voice, she wasn't paying much attention. She could 'see' the grin that he was giving her while he spoke, the same cute grin that he almost always got when they saw each other. Sometimes they would only be apart for minutes, but he would still give that little mark of his affection. He probably didn't even realize it.

"Georgie?"

To think… she had spent so much time clamoring over Lucas, someone that she knew now would never work with her. She loved Lucas dearly, but she wasn't in love with him, she probably never was. They weren't 'cousins' by blood, but it would still be odd. She had enough going against her in school being the smart girl, she didn't need to be the one who would date her cousin, too.

"Georgie? Hello?" Dillon waved his hand in front of his girlfriend's face. "We still have a few days left of break, you know that, right? I won't have you zoning out on me while you think about the question in your calculus book… not until school starts! Do you hear me, Georgiana Jones? No thinking!"

"Stop," Georgie requested in a soft tone.

"Stop what?"

"Stop that," she looked up. "I wasn't thinking about school, I promise."

"Well, good," Dillon replied as he brushed off the light coating of snow that had amassed on the bench and sat down next to his girlfriend. "Here…" he held out a coffee cup, her favorite blend.

"You didn't…"

"I wanted to," Dillon grinned. "Besides, I figure I owe you a cup. I mean, you did bring me one while I was hunting for that tree…"

For the first time since they started talking, Georgie smiled. "I remember." She couldn't forget. He was a man possessed. It was cute, and a little scary. She'd never seen someone so focused on getting something in her life, and she had seen Maxie's attempts at getting the best concert tickets. Dillon trumped Maxie, and then some.

"I don't want to see her go…"

Taking the coffee cup in one hand and touching his cheek with the other, Georgie did what she thought she did best: soothe him. "Dillon, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you cut the tree down. It would have to go out of the house eventually…"

"But…"

"And what would you do if you still had a Christmas tree up in March? What would people say?"

"Nobody goes inside of Jason's house. Ever. So the point really doesn't matter that much, does it?"

"I can't argue with that one, can I?"

"Not really, no." Dillon took a sip of his own coffee. "But I'm used to it, you know? Not many people stopped by the mansion, either. I mean we would have businessmen walking in and out at times, but nobody ever stuck around to do much. At least now I'm closer to the heart of town… and closer to you."

"You were never that far away."

"So, are you going to tell me what was bothering you? I can't help fix the problem if I don't know what it is."

"You're going to think that it's stupid."

"I don't think that you're capable of thinking something stupid, Georgie. You're the smartest person I know, you make everyone else in Port Charles look like they belong in preschool, even people like my grandfather and my brother. I just hate to see you like this…"

"Like what?"

"Upset." Dillon could read the emotions that were going on inside of his girlfriend's mind. They were very clear signals. Georgie was good at a lot of things, holding her emotions in check was not one of them. "I love it when you smile. I love it when you laugh. I love it when you talk about things that I don't understand very much but I know that you care about them because of the way that you talk about them. You have so much passion in your voice… sometimes I wonder if I could ever have that much passion for movies."

"I don't think you could have more passion for movies than you already do. In fact, it would probably be very unhealthy if you did. Your obsession is already pretty strong."

"What I mean is that I don't like it when you're not talking, because it usually means that there is something wrong with you… and I never want you to be in pain. Ever." His sincerity should have never been in doubt. Dillon was well aware of his duty to protect his girlfriend, and it was one that he would not slack on.

"Dillon…"

"Don't make excuses," Dillon grabbed her hand and clutched it tight. "I know that you're trying to keep me from worrying about you, but if you make up some excuse about how you're really all right then I'm just going to worry more, and I'm going to try and find out what's bothering you. So, why don't you just save us both a little grief and spill."

"I miss spending time with you…"

"We spend time together all the time! Almost every day!"

"That's not what I mean…"

"What do you mean?"

"I miss spending time with you and having it be just about us, you know?" Georgie's eyes turned to look somewhere else, anywhere else. She didn't want to look at his eyes and see the disappointment that was in those brown eyes. She could deal with plenty of things, failing a class was easy, or at least she thought it would be. Failing in Dillon's eyes would be the hardest thing to deal with.

"No… not really…"

"We're always dealing with other people's problems," Georgie explained. "You know what I'm talking about, Dillon. We're either worrying about Damian, or Maxie, or both of them at the same time… or something else that someone else is going through. Before we could just talk about ourselves, we could joke around, we didn't have to worry about so many other people. I want that back."

"Georgie…"

"See?" Georgie interrupted, "I knew you were going to give me that look. It's why I didn't want to tell you." Gerogie stood up, brushing off her pants, "I should just go…"

"Why do you think that you should go anywhere?"

"Because you're upset with me."

"No, I'm not," Dillon also stood up. "You might know me pretty well, Georgie, but you're wrong if you think that at this very moment I'm upset with you. I understand what you're saying. I even agree with you on some level."

"Really?"

"Yes, really… but at the same time I know that we're doing the right thing…"

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it, would you? We might worry about our friends, but that's because we care about them, because they are our friends. What kind of people would we be if we didn't worry about Damian and Maxie? He lost his mother, Georgie… two days ago he was probably as close to having a breakdown as he's ever going to get. He's my best friend… I'm going to try and help him if I can, and I won't apologize for caring about him, or about Maxie. You know why? Because I know that if the situation was reversed, if it was us that needed help, they would be the first two people to give it. Because that's what people do when they're friends… when they care about each other."

"So you do think I'm being selfish…" she knew that she was, and in that moment she didn't care. Was it wrong to not want something tarnishing the time that she had with Dillon? She didn't think it was.

"I think you have a right to want something more out of our relationship," Dillon said. "But I also think that attacking Damian and Maxie, and everyone else who might come into conflict with the two of us just having time alone, isn't the right thing to do."

"So you're not mad?"

"Georgie… the only way I could ever be mad with you is if you decided to do something that you knew was wrong, or you kept quiet about something that was bothering you until it was too late. You're allowed to want more out of life, nobody is going to hold that against you."

Georgie threw her arms around Dillon and kissed him on the lips before pulling away, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You were yourself… that's more than enough to deserve me. Might be a punishment, you never know."

"Don't say that about yourself!"

"I love you, Georgie."

"I love you, too." Georgie pulled herself away as the snowflakes continued to fall on her and her boyfriend. "Why don't we make that our resolution? To set aside some time where it's just the two of us…"

"Seems like a good idea," Dillon nodded. "But you're not expecting us to just stop caring about the people around us, right?"

"Of course not…"

"Well, then I guess we've got ourselves some resolutions. Funny, I've never really had one before…"

"Did you want to do something tonight?"

"No… not really."

"I know that face, you do…"

"I'm just upset… Carly's having a party and we're not invited because we're teenagers."

"You're really upset about it?" Georgie didn't want to be at a party hosted by Carly Corinthos. She didn't want to be around Carly Corinthos. Who knew that Dillon and Carly could get along like they were?

"A little, yeah," Dillon wasn't going to lie. "Sometimes I wonder about it… how much they accept me into their lives. At times I think that I'm a part of their family, but other times I feel like I'm just tolerated because I live with Jason and Courtney. That hurts…"

"You're always going to be a part of my family, Dillon," Georgie said with sympathy. "You don't ever need to worry about that."