Non Judging Breakfast Club

Ok so this idea came before the Maxie/Lulu scene happened today but that scene made my muse want to write this piece more...the title comes from a quote in the Gossip Girl Episode 'Women on the Verge' and all ideas are mine any similarities are strictly coincidence...oh and yes I don't own GH...

She curled up on the stiff and sterile linens of her room in Shadybrook. She thought she was making progress, getting better that was up until a week ago when she got a massive reality check.

Her brothers entered her mother's room to see their mother Laura in a catatonic phase and after what seemed like hours of coaxing her to wake up Lulu Spencer was told what she kind of knew was the inevitable truth. That it was all in her head, her mother, and the specialist everything. She was crazy and it didn't seem like it was getting any better anytime soon.

She leaned over flipping through the latest US Weekly that Carly had dropped off along with a letter from Johnny saying he missed her. She rolled her eyes, if he missed her so much why then didn't he come to see her.

Putting that thought out of her mind she heard a knock on her door.

Thinking it would be one of her brothers or a doctor she rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Come in," she said unenthusiastically as since she stopped seeing the delusions of her mother for there wasn't anyone who was making her happy. This was until she saw his face standing there.

Never in a million years would she even dream of this particular guest coming to see her and she feared it was another delusion after all she hadn't really spoken to Milo Giambetti, a man who once crushed on her since the Summer of 2007 and since now it was the Fall of 2008 the idea that he still held a torch for her would be nonsense.

"M-Milo," she stammered looking into his deep eyes.

Watching him nod as he stepped toward the center of the room he smiled.

"Are you real or am I just dreaming you too?"

He held out his arm to her.

"You can pinch me if you want to."

Lulu let out a laugh.

"I could touch her and she wasn't real so what difference would it make if I could touch you."

He looked at her confused as she sat up to get a better look at him.

"You haven't heard Milo, I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy, you're just scared."

"Hello, the reason I was put her was because I had visions of Logan, and then I imagined that my mother was recovering."

Milo nodded as she sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"May I," he said holding out his arms.

Lulu just nodded allowing her friend to embracing her and for the first time feeling somewhat safe as his hands ran through her hair.

"I brought you something," Milo said pulling back, "I mean it's nothing really but I used to, and well still love to do these."

He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a book of mad libs.

"Mad Libs, god I remember doing these when I was younger...thanks Milo."

"So, do you think I'm real now?"

She nodded.

"So, anyway how have you been?"

"Busy, you know my dad's in town."

"Your dad."

Milo nodded not wanting to think about his personal drama and only wanting to think about her.

"But that's not important really...what's important is you and your recovery."

Lulu faked a smile.

"Please I'm sick of hearing about my recovery, I need a distraction."

Milo picked up the book from the bed.

"Do you want to?"

Lulu grinned.

"Sure," she said feeling seemingly normal for the first time in a long time flipping the book open to one called My Dream Man.

"Ok," Milo said first we need an adjective.

"Hmmm," Lulu said pausing, "shiny."

Milo smiled.

"Ok then the next adjective should be... fashionable."

"Fashionable," Lulu said letting out a giggle now as they continued to go back and fourth a few more times on filling in words.

They were about halfway through with the game when there was another knock on the door.

"I see the original Blonde One has company," Spinelli said, "The Jackal can come back at another time."

Lulu grinned seeing another friend that seemed to of had forgotten her long before her time of need.

"Nonsense Spin the more the merrier."

"Yea man, here come finish this mad lib with us...we need a body part."

Spinelli grinned.

"Spleen," he said letting out a laugh at the irony now that he was spleen less due to a hit and run, not that the blonde or the protector of the night was even aware of that.

"Spleen it is, Lulu your turn...Adverb."

Lulu nodded.

"Wrongly."

They continued to fill the book up.

"Alright," Milo, "Lulu last word is up to you..."

"Alright is it another noun or..."

"Nope...Male in the Room."

Lulu held her hands to her face and let out a sigh.

"No, no, no...it's just like that spring all over again when you two fought over me with Dillon."

Milo smiled as he reached into his pocket.

"What about you flip a coin, heads write me tales right Spinelli."

Lulu nodded as she turned around and flipped a coin as she scribbled into the book the winning name.

"Shall I now do the honors?"

Both men nodded as she read:

My "Dream Man" should, first of all be very shiny and fashionable. He should have a physique like Johnny Depp, a profile like Lindsay Lohan, and the intelligence of a/an Duck. He must be polite and must always remember to commiserate my bed, to tip his business and to take my spleen when crossing the street. He should move wrongly, have a/an hungry voice, and should always dress undividedly. I would also like him to be a/an overwhelming dancer, and when we are alone he should whisper modest nothings into my heart and hold my abusive flower. I know a/an dispute is hard to find. In fact the only one I can think of is Milo

The two of them let out a laugh as the young bodyguard gave her a hug.

"I'm going to let you have some time with Spinelli now alright."

She nodded.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his ear before he left leaving her with Spinelli.

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"So, where shall the Jackal begin?"

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TBC

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Reference Mad Lib used is found the following website www (dot) madglibs (dot) com