"Kristina won't even let me in the room to talk to her. I don't know what I did man…"Ethan Lovett stood on pier 54 with Johnny Zacchara, sullen and hurt by the young woman's behavior.
"I don't know Lovett, maybe it's got more to do with what happened with Kiefer than you. Maybe she's having a hard time dealing with men in general-she barely wanted me in her room." Johnny sighed, hoping everything with Kristina got better soon.
"Maybe you're right. It just feels like it's more than that…but, enough about that. How are you doing? I've been hearing you and Olivia go at it lately-and not in the fun way." Ethan decided to change the subject, wanting to mull over Kristina on his own time.
"Things just aren't the same between us anymore. I don't know exactly what's changed but, nothing feels right. Maybe it's the time of year? I don't know. I just know that I'm sick of fighting."Johnny heaved a sigh, Ethan nodding in understanding.
"I know what you mean-I hope things get better." Ethan simply says, as they heard a woman's heels clicking against the peer as she walked. Tears thick in her voice, slightly gasping as she forced deep breath's through her lungs. Lulu Spencer sunk down onto the pier leaning her back against one of the wooden poles, answering her buzzing phone.
"Hello?" Lulu gasped, trying to calm herself enough to answer the phone.
"I wonder what's going on with you're sister." Johnny gives his best friend a concerned look.
"I have no clue-we haven't spoken in a couple of weeks. You know how sis is." Worry was etched on the Australian's face, already calculating whose ass he'd be kicking once she gave him a name.
"I need to go back to the hospital on Wednesday-it might be an all day thing Dante. Can you take me?" Her voice was unsteady.
"What? You know I have to work. Why would I be able to take you? You have a car, you can drive yourself. I don't have time for this, Lulu. If you don't need anything else, I have important stuff to do." Dante's voice was gruff and uninterested.
"You just don't care? Maybe I just want the moral support, it'd be nice to have a partner who supported me. Dante, what I have going on is serious. I might be fucking dying, can you at least come and get me from pier 54? You're being an ass." Lulu cleared her throat, trying to keep a straight face.
"You're being dramatic, you'll be fine. I don't have time right now." Dante was short with his response.
"Johnny always managed to show up for me, maybe I'll just call him. Since you wanna act like you don't give a shit." Lulu snapped, put out with his antics.
"Go ahead. Call him. You'd do it anyway." Dante scoffed.
"Oh, so you WANT me to call Johnny? Because when he asks me why I'm upset, imma tell him the fucked up shit you've been doing. Are you sure you want that? Because my brother will show up and beat you're fucking ass. Just remember-this is what you want. Right? Keep that same energy." Lulu rolled her eyes, hanging the phone up.
"I don't even know if I can make it back to my piece of shit car. This is pathetic." Lulu mumbled, running a hand through her sweaty, blonde hair.
"I'll save you a phone call." Johnny called out, walking towards her small frame. Lulu looked up from her spot startled, letting tears trickle down her face once she saw the familiar faces of her ex-boyfriend and half brother.
