Full of Grace
Author's Note: This would be chapter two. Please review. I love them dearly. They keep me writing. This chapter is in Lulu's POV. They wont go in order… just whoever I think it should be. Therefore, I will state who's POV it is in the author's notes, just in case you can't tell.
Disclaimer: I don't own General Hospital, obviously, or this wonderful couple. Just this story.
Chapter Two: Nine Crimes
I sigh as I fall onto the mattress below me. It has a soft feel. My comforter envelopes me a slight bit and I feel an immediate grow in body warmth. Once again, I'm back to where I started. Back to where I never want to be.
Alone.
It's funny how one tiny little word can mean so much. My mother's alone… or at least I think so. I don't know. I hope she's not. Wherever she is, I hope she's at peace. She deserves that kind of peace.
I tend to keep myself busy these days. I concern myself with things that don't matter. Hell, I got myself into a mob situation. I was standing in front of Lorenzo freaking Alcazar, being told to come with him. I was in some abandoned warehouse trying to escape guys with guns. I'd say that's keeping myself busy.
It's because I'm alone. I know it, you know it, case closed. My dad's gone. Blah blah. I'm so sick of that story. His children need him. He knows that, but he's gone anyways. That's his thing. I'm not going to go chasing after him. I'm not going to find Dillon and jump on a plane. I'm done.
Now, my new mission is to prove my mother was innocent. Some days, I think it's because I need to busy myself with something else, but I also truly believe that my mother didn't do it. She deserves that justice.
Tonight… tonight I won't busy myself with investigative work on a murder, running from guys with guns, or anything like that, I need rest. However, I'm still sitting in my dark room completely alone. Now I know what I will do.
Tonight I will go to a party. It's New Year's Eve. It's the beginning of 2007 in less than two hours. I heard of a party on the PCU campus. I think that's where I'll go.
I get up off of my comfy bed and look into the mirror on my vanity. My hair is a little tousled. My fingers run through it for a few inches as I straighten it down. I grab a thin, long-sleeved shirt with green and manila colored stripes on it, and throw it over the white shirt I currently have on. I spray a quick squirt of my perfume, and I'm on my way. What shall the brainless students of PCU bring to me tonight?
I down a small sip of the drink that's currently in my hand. A small sip, that's it. If I do plan to have a little fun tonight, I'm not going to get completely wasted. I've decided that I wouldn't do that again. I'm quite proud of myself actually.
I look over to see my professor standing across from a girl, a girl who looks my age. It's so pathetic. Why does he feel the need to concern himself with the student's out-of-class activities? Maybe I feel a slight bit of resentment towards him for getting me involved with the Alcazar/Jason/Sonny thing, even if it was a little fun.
Hmm, I keep forgetting to ask him why he was involved in that. I'm still a little confused on the whole thing. But whatever, I'm not busying myself with his problems either.
I roll my eyes a slight bit, enjoying my sarcastic mood. I'm quite intrigued, though, as I see him hand a small piece of paper to the brunette, and then see the face of Georgie. She should know not to get involved him. Dillon hates that guy. I'm still not sure why.
I decided to ignore it. I can do better. I can find something more interesting than Georgie's dramatics to get myself occupied with. Then again, this party is way lame. I'm quite bored.
I take a glance around the party to spot any familiar faces under the loads of shimmery hats. Maybe Spinelli is here?
I feel a very light tap on my shoulder and turn myself around to see what mindless guy will be talking to me. I'll say I'm waiting for someone, he'll roll his eyes and walk away.
Instead, I turn around to see Dillon standing in front of me.
"Hey Dillon," I say with a sincere smile displaying on my face.
He's not wearing his glasses today. I happen to think that he looked cute with those glasses on, but it just wasn't him. His hair is more loose, and his clothes are somewhat old school Dillon. It looks like he's starting to form more of his old appearance.
I can tell he misses that. He misses the old him, as do I. I still like the Dillon he is now, but I fell in love with the old Dillon. The real Dillon.
"Hey Lulu," he says to me, also smiling. It's his real smile. "Here for the big party?" he asks me as he takes a look around at all the drunk college kids.
"Yeah, I guess. I was bored at home," I say as I shrug the weight of my shoulders.
I see him take a quick glance down at my hand and the contents it's enclosing. He's eyeing the drink. I know that he knows not to worry about me. He knows that I'm doing better now.
The last time he saw me at one of these parties, I wasn't the same. I was angry and hurt about my abortion. I was drunk, making out with a random guy, and hurting his girlfriend. This one is different, and he knows that. I can tell.
I should reassure him a little though. I take a step closer to him and place my index finger onto his chest.
"I'm not getting wasted Dillon, don't worry," I tell him with a confident smile on my face before removing my finger that is poking into his chest.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him in a quick attempt the change the subject.
He gives me a smile. "I was bored at home," he repeats my earlier line. It's cute. The smirk on his face… it's cute.
"I didn't have anything to do. Georgie told me about this party, she thought it would be fun," he shrugs to me. I understand. Georgie's still new to the whole college experience. We've been here for one semester, Dillon's been here longer. Both Dillon and I are over the thrill… I understand.
"Have you seen her?" he asks and I shift my body a few inches to see her still standing next to Pete. To tell Dillon or not to tell? That is the question.
Somehow he senses my turning in body language, and follows my eyes to his girlfriend. I can hear his very quiet sigh.
"I'll see you later?" he asks me and exits my presence before giving me a chance to reply.
"Yeah," I say to myself as I turn back around. I take a look around at all the people at this party, and suddenly become even more aware of how alone I am.
I swish the drink around the little red cup. It's been awhile now. I've seen Dillon keep a possessive hold on Georgie, followed by arguing with our professor. I've seen Georgie say a few things, Pete smile, and then leave. I've seen Dillon turn to Georgie and start arguing with her.
That's where I am now. Standing alone at a party, watching two of my friends, if they are even my friends, arguing back and forth. They've been at it for awhile. It's involved lots of eye rolls, hand gestures, and loud voices.
I wonder who will be the first to get fed up and walk away. I hate to say it, but they've done a lot more of that recently. The arguing. Sometimes, I even think I hear a little of it about me. I walk in to Kelly's and see Georgie slightly fuming, then quickly look up at me and immediately stop talking.
That's kind of rude, I tell myself. Then again, who cares? I've done worse to her. May I remind myself that I lied about her being a lying whore, stole her husband from her, got pregnant with her husbands baby, and then gave that up possibly causing him to completely change his personality.
But, I still don't think that one was my fault. I'm not in denial or something, I'm not that type of girl, but we both needed that abortion and how he handled it was completely up to him.
I've had many mistakes in the past, and I'm working on doing better now. I take pride in the fact that their current argument isn't about me. Or at least… I think it's not. Why would it be? I haven't done anything tonight. I take a look around me. Yes, I've been a good girl tonight.
I see Georgie throw her hands up in defeat, before literally running away from Dillon and out of the room. I roll my eyes. That'd be something like round 142... I've lost count.
"Hey Lulu," I hear someone say and notice that Dillon is now standing next to me.
He probably thinks I'm some pathetic girl with no friends who's been standing by herself bored out of her mind. Oh wait, I am.
"Hey Dillon," I say and turn my body and attention towards him. "I saw the… umm…" I point to some random thing in the direction that they had previously been standing in.
He nods as his head falls back a little while giving a sigh.
"Yeah… she was uhh," he starts but quickly stops his accusation, which I think is considered as progress.
"Whatever," he finishes abruptly. I smile to him.
"It's New Year's Eve, everyone gets a litte crazy. It could be a full moon or something," I say, trying to manage some sort of excuse for Georgie. We both know what's going on. Dillon and Georgie are drifting apart. They have been for awhile, but it doesn't hurt to help him deny it.
I hear numorous shouts of numbers begin. "10, 9, 8," I hear being yelled, before realizing that it's the countdown to midnight. "7, 6, 5," it continues. I give a fun smile to Dillon as he chuckles, and we both join in. "3, 2, 1!"
There's lots of shouting, things being thrown around and loud, squeaky paper toys being blown. I turn my gaze from the crowd back to Dillon and send him a happy smile. He places one of his hands on the side of my arm and lowers his head, leaving a soft kiss on my cheek.
It's shameful. I want to actually kiss him. Real lip on lip kiss. I assure myself that it's just the spirit of New Years, and that everyone in a fifty foot radius is kissing someone.
We couldn't actually kiss each other anyways. That would be completely wrong. Right?