A/N Okay, so I officially suck, I know. I just looked at the update date on this story and I'm wondering how anyone puts up with me. I'm really sorry people, please continue to read and review I promise not to be so slow next time.

Thanks to all reviewers.

Disclaimer: I own nada, zip, zilch, zero, goose egg.

Dedication: To Ella, who faithfully reviews many of my General Hospital stories despite the fact that I'm such a crappy updater.

"You know what's just occurred to me?" Jason queried glancing at the blond haired girl next to him in the car.

"Nope, what?" Courtney replied absently twirling a lock of hair around her index finger as she inhaled the scent of her favorite cheeseburger from Kelly's.

"How exactly do you plan to hide that twisted ankle from Sonny? I mean he's bound to notice that you're limping…" The slightly older boy continued his blue eyes twinkling in undisguised amusement as he waited to see exactly how the cheerleader planned to spin the tale to her overprotective brother.

"Uh, I hadn't actually thought that far ahead." Courtney responded biting down nervously on the already short nail of her thumb. Jason rolled his eyes good naturedly before continuing.

"It's no wonder you always get caught, and don't bite your nails." Jason replied. Courtney ignored the command.

"It's not as though it's my fault I get caught! Even if I were a master at getting away with this type of thing, I'd still get caught because you and Sonny practically have people stalk me."

"It's not 'stalking' it's guarding." Jason replied.

"No, it's definitely stalking. See, I'll even look it up." Courtney answered pulling the dictionary her history class required out of her backpack. "Stalking: Stalking is repeated harassing or otherwise intruding upon a person's privacy. And they definitely intrude upon my privacy! So ha!" The blue eyed girl said sticking her tongue out childishly.

"Let me see that." Jason said once he parked in the garage at Harbor View Towers.

"Fine." Courtney replied handing him the dictionary.

"Guarding: To protect from harm by or as if by watching over." Jason recited smugly. Courtney snatched the dictionary back and surveyed the page before a slow smile spread across her face.

"Guarding: One who supervises prisoners." The teenager replied reading a definition beneath the first.

"…"

"Argue with that!"

"You're impossible you know that right?" Jason asked with a grin getting out of the car and walking around to help her out of the car. Courtney leaned against him and he kept one arm around her waist and held onto the brown bag full of Kelly's food in the other.

"Yes, yes I do. But that's why you love me!" Courtney responded smiling at him brightly. Jason rolled his eyes but smiled at her fondly.

Fifteen minutes later…

"They DROPPED you?" Robin shrieked loudly causing Jason to clutch at his ears positive that he had gone or was going to go deaf.

"Yes, I really don't get it; they just seem to hate me." Courtney replied seeming unfazed by her friend's loud tone.

"And A.J. had the nerve to KISS you???" Robin questioned incredulously. Courtney nodded and Jason cracked his knuckles wanting nothing more then to slam his fist into his so-called brother's face. "What does he have some kind of psychotic death wish?" The girl asked shaking her head and causing several strands of auburn hair to escape her ponytail.

"Apparently." Jason answered eyes narrowed.

"Eww, A.J. kissing you, that's disgusting." Robin said with a shudder.

"I know!" Courtney exclaimed subconsciously moving closer to Jason who was sitting next to her on the couch.

"So, how was your volunteering?" Jason asked turning piercing blue eyes on his cousin.

"Er, fine, thanks, you know very routine…" Robin said clearly lying through her teeth.

"Uh-huh." Jason replied raising an eyebrow.

"How's Patrick?" Courtney broke in very unhelpfully.

"Court!" Robin exclaimed glaring at her friend.

"Yes, how is Drake?" Jason broke in making eye contact with his cousin his look clearly saying don't-bother-trying-to-lie-because-I-will-find-out-anyway.

"He's, um, good."

"Really?" Courtney asked without pausing to interpret the frantic signals her friend was sending her to shut up. "Then why did I hear from Elizabeth that Patrick has a broken nose? Apparently he got punched in the…"

"Courtney? Do me a favor?" Robin asked tersely.

"Sure, what do you need?"

"Shut up."

"What exactly did you do to Drake, Robin?" Jason questioned interrupting the two girls.

"Umimayhavepunchedhimbecauseheisadumbassjerk." Robin answered in one breath so that it sound like 'Pink poodles bring antelopes dessert.'

"Sorry?" Jason asked looking at his cousin bewilderedly.

"She said she punched Patrick because he's a dumb ass jerk." Courtney supplied helpfully.

"How did you get that from pink poodles bring antelopes dessert?" Jason questioned.

"How did you get pink poodles bring antelopes dessert from 'I may have punched Patrick because he's a dumb ass jerk?" Courtney countered.

"Focus people! I'm trying to talk about how I hate Patrick." Robin said launching into a long winded rant having something to do with stupid hospital administration, infuriating dimpled smiles, arrogant jerks, and elevators, which both Courtney and Jason tuned out in favor of playing rock paper scissors behind her back.

A/N Eh…well, I know it's kind of short, but I promise to update faster next time. The next chapter shall feature Robin and Patrick doing menial filing. (Heh…grins evilly, I have a plan…) and Jason and Courtney having some alone (hint, hint) time. Review, please.