disclaimer: i don't own GH or the characters, i just wrote the story.

Think About It

"Just think about it," she'd asked me. And I was. I was still thinking about it a day later as I sat in Kelly's all alone. The night had come and a summer chill had set into the night. It was Wednesday, and the place was near abandoned. "Just think about it…" the words rung in my head like a bell in a tower chiming. I didn't want to think about it.

What I really wanted was to be able to just act.

Like Nike always says, just do it.

I didn't want to think, I just wanted to act… but sadly, luck was not on my side. So I sat at the corner of the bar, all alone, thinking of what she'd said the night before. God, I wish I could just act. Just run to her house right now and scoop her up in my arms. Tell her how I want to be with her. Make sure she understands… but I couldn't. I was putting her at risk. She'd be in danger.

And I could never do that to her.

Never.

I was still contemplating when I noticed a spikey-haired kid walk in. I knew him… he was friends with Maxie, right? Dated her little sister… I knew him alright. What was his name again…?

I tried to think about it, tried to forget those words…

"You okay?" a voice asked.

I looked up to see the kid with the weird hair looking at me curiously. "What?" I asked, stunned for a moment.

"Are you okay? You look…" he seemed to search for words. "You look down."

I shrugged. "Eh," was all that came out.

He shrugged again and ordered a coffee to go. The waitress handed him his change and a cup and he turned to leave. "Wait," I said before I realized it.The kid turned around again to face me; he waited quietly to hear for my reason for stopping him. "Um…" I felt stupid again, awkward. Then I remembered those four words again. "You're dating Maxie's little sister, right?"

The kid took a step forward. God, what was his name? Why didn't I ever remember things when I needed to? "Um, yeah, I am… why?" He seemed slightly confused.

Join the club, kid, I thought.

What the hell, might as well go for it. "Does her dad like you?" I asked stupidly.

The kid started laughing with a grin on his face. After a moment, he regained his posture and took a seat next to me. We both turned back to the bar as he spoke. "Mac hates me," he began. "Well, okay, now I think he just barely tolerates me since Georgie makes him, but if he had his way, I'd never set foot in the same country as her ever again." I nodded.

"So, it's a normal thing? Mac hating guys who like his daughter?"

The kid smiled and chuckled a bit again. "Yeah, it is, sadly. Makes it tough for guys like us, right? The poor souls who fall for a Jones' sister." I nodded again.

So there was no chance, right? Great… just great.

"Look, if I can make it through with Georgie, I'm sure if you try, you could with Maxie… as long as you think it's worth it, anyway."

I nodded, "Oh, it is… but I'm not sure I want to put her through that…"

He took a sip of his coffee and looked me in the eye. "I'll tell you something about Mac, okay. Mac is never going to like anyone his daughters date. Ever. They're his daughters, and he's way overprotective – I mean, can you really blame him?" I shook my head. Got me there. "So, if it's worth it, you'll be able to find some way to see Maxie if you really want to. I did it and so can you. And, trust me, it's not easy to sneak around behind Mac's back – so you better be careful if decide to."

I smiled slightly. "Thanks for the advice…" I went to say his name when I remembered I didn't know it.

"Dillon," the kid said as he stood up again. "The name's Dillon." He held a hand out. "Nice to finally meet you officially." I took his outstretched hand.

"Jesse," I replied.

"Oh, I know who you are," Dillon smirked. "Maxie's crazy about you, you know, right?" I nodded again.

"I know."

"One last thing, Jesse," Dillon said, looking me square in the eye; I looked right back, "It is worth it in the end. Good luck." He smiled, turned around, and left, leaving me to my lonesome yet again.

I turned back to my thoughts.