Full of Grace
Author's Note: So obviously I'm not a mind-reader, and I don't know what's going to happen this week. But I want to get this chapter out now, because I know I won't have time during the week.
So, in the next chapter I might be adding things from the whole hostage situation, but it won't be exact as the show. Because, well, this is my fic and it's a different thing from the show. However, I like the idea of Lulu's part in the storyline, so I may put that in in the next chapter. So you may see something that is alike, or isn't alike at all.
This is Lulu's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own General Hospital, obviously, or this wonderful couple. Just this story.
Chapter Four: Lay Me Down, I'm Lonely
I squint my eye's a little, hoping it might be a little intimidating. I shuffle my arms out of each other, and bring one up to the counter so I can rest my chin on it. I'm still looking at her, and I'm still doing the narrowed eyes, furrowed brows thing. I, Lulu Spencer, can be intimidating.
Want to know why I'm suddenly looking like a confused stalker? It's because Georgie is doing the exact same thing. Please someone give her some drugs. An anti-depressant, a muscle relaxant, even some vodka might do the trick. She's totally crazy, I tell you.
I mean, what is her problem? Maybe I have something in my teeth. Smoothly, I move my hand from my chin to my mouth in an attempt to cover it, and slowly feel across the gum line. Nope. Zilch.
I remove my hand from covering my mouth, and offer a smile. Her lips curl into a slight smile, and I can tell it's fake. It's like plastic, Barbie doll fake.
"What can I get you?" she asks me, and in a very un-polite manner, I might add. I should report her for being rude and disrespectful. I take a glance around on the counter to see if they have any of those small white forms that you fill out. It could be amusing.
"How 'bout a Dr. Pepper?" I say, and it comes out more like a question than a statement. That's not what I usually get when I come here. What can I say… I'm not hungry.
I watch as she turns her back and walks away, not even giving me the usual "Coming right up."
Rude.
I wonder what it is. Is she mad at me? That has to be it. But what did I do to her? So I may have been going overboard with the Maxie insults lately, but hey, don't I always? Besides, when you have a lying slut for a sister, you should get used to it.
No, it can't be that. I can tell she's bored of arguing with me over Maxie. No, it has to be something different. Let's see, I haven't kissed her boyfriend, I haven't gotten pregnant, I haven't been playing Nancy Drew in her attic with Dillon. Oh wait, yes I have. But that's nothing new, we've been doing that for weeks.
No, it's something else.
I hear my name, and quickly swivel around on my seat. Dillon is walking towards me, with a bigger-than-normal smile on his face. My eyes slowly narrow into slits as I study him. Something is off about him lately. He doesn't act as comfortable around me. Ah, I get it. Maybe him and Georgie got in a fight again. Maybe it was about me!
That's why Georgie looks so annoyed with me. Well jeez Girl, it's not my fault. She can be so dense sometimes. I slightly roll my eyes at this.
"Dillon," I reply with a smile as he sits himself down next to me. "What are you doing here?" I ask him, in a nice way. No, I'm not like his whiny, be-mean-to-innocent-people-for-no-reason girlfriend; I'm polite.
"Uh Lulu, it's one o'clock," he informs he, and I turn to the large clock on the wall, seeing that he is indeed correct. "I'm here for lunch," he further explains. I give a nod.
"What are you doing here?" I hear him ask me as I turn back in my seat to face forward.
"I was bored. Figured I could stop in, eat, and watch weird people or something. Turns out I'm not hungry," I tell him and shrug my shoulders a little.
"So I guess you just get to settle with watching 'weird people'," he says, in what I can tell is a slightly mocking tone. I chuckle a little bit and cock my head to the side, and use my eyes to point to an older lady in the corner.
She's looking at what I think is a newspaper. It's folded into a weird form of origami. She's holding a cup of coffee in her other hand, and she's doing this thing with her mouth to where her top and bottom lips switch from being on top to underneath the other. This is causing her whole face to make weird expressions.
Dillon and I both giggle slightly and cover our mouths, quickly turning back so we are hiding our amusement and try to stop laughing. We're horrible people, I know.
I continue to give muffled giggles, before I realize that Georgie is now standing in front of us and Dillon is no longer laughing. He now has a very serious look on his face, and Georgie has the same scowl she had earlier.
"Hey," I hear him say softly.
I almost feel bad for Georgie. I mean, he doesn't sound at all happy to see her, and his tone couldn't be less affectionate. I wonder what's going on with them. I look to my side a little, hoping maybe I can run for the exit and get out of this place before they start arguing. There's only so much a girl can take!
Dillon is still eyeing me though, and now I can see that Georgie is also looking at me. So much for a quick exit. She places the glass of Dr. Pepper in front of me. I smile to her, and as soon as she looks back over to Dillon, I inch towards the glass and sniff it a little. Oh wait, does rat poison have a smell? Because that's what I think it might contain.
Daringly, I go ahead and take a sip of my drink and look up at the wall to see if any decorations can capture my attention. I hear him ask Georgie how she is doing, and her reply with a mumble that I think was "fine". She then says something about getting back to work, before I look back at the couple and see Georgie walking into the back of the place.
"What was that about?" I ask him curiously. Call me nosy, but I really want to find out what's going on.
"Uh, it was just-" he starts, and stops himself as if he's pondering what he's going to say.
Okay, seriously people! What is going on? Is it me? Why are they acting so weird lately? I've had it with this. I need to go find Motor-Mouth-Maxie. She will tell me what's going on. Unless she's too busy stalking my brother and faking pregnancies.
"Actually, um, I don't know what it is," he finishes, and I roll my eyes slightly. Maybe I am the elephant in the room.
"Oh really?" I question him, and am met with a nod. Hmm, time to get down to business. "Well, she seems mad at you. Actually, she seems mad at me," I say, adding in the last part quietly. I am so over all of this crap. Georgie can be so freaking overdramatic sometimes.
"I don't know, Lulu. Uh, I thinks she's still upset about that whole uh, thing… from New Year's Eve," he tells me. I nod in understanding. So Georgie is upset that Dillon and I are hanging out and that Dillon doesn't want her around the professor.
Hmm, what was it? Oh yeah… overdramatic.
"It's become like on big blur of fighting," he says, and I really understand it. It's all in his tone. He's tired of it too.
"Did you tell her about quitting ELQ and going back to film? I'm sure she was happy," I ask him, not quite understanding why she is so upset. You'd think she would be thrilled.
"Yeah, but I, uh, kind of told her, that it was you that, um, well that you helped me realize it. I think she got upset again," he informs me, and I begin to laugh a little at his stupidity. Still, it was a nice thing to hear from him.
"Anyways, you want to get out of here?" he asks me, and nod my head quickly and stand up from my stool.
"Yeah, I don't have anymore classes today. But please, I can not handle any more of 'solving the mystery' right now. It's getting a little to much for my head," I tell him while chuckling a little bit.
"Yeah, that's fine. We can, uh, let's go see a movie or something," he says. I nod my head in agreement, before pulling cash out of my purse and placing it on the counter. I barely even drank my drink, but oh well. Really, I didn't want to be here in the first place. I was just bored and lonely like I have been a lot lately.
This is horrible to say, but I'm alone a lot these days. Nothing great to do, or to look forward to… except Dillon.
When I'm around him, I have fun. I forget that I'm completely alone and that I have no one. When I'm around him, I really feel like I have someone that I can go to. I really shouldn't be feeling this way. Dillon and I were an emotional disaster, so feeling like I can depend on him really doesn't help anything.
We walk towards the door, and I feel it after he has stepped through and I am about to. Georgie is watching us.
Great. Another reason for her to be annoyed by me. But really, I don't care anymore. This whole thing between them now… not my fault.
"What's wrong?" I here him ask me. I move the small plastic spoon away from the clump of ice cream it's currently touching, to another small bit on the other side of my bowl. I wonder how he can tell that something is wrong. I guess he just knows me that well.
"It's nothing," I tell him, offering up a very convincing smile as we continue to walk down the street. We finished at the movie and decided to get some ice cream, seeing how neither of us really have lives and had nothing to do.
"Lu, something's wrong. Tell me," he demands in a very soft, soothing tone. I makes me want to spill my heart out. To tell him that I miss my mom, and my dad. That no matter how fast we figure out this Rick Webber thing, I finally realize that she isn't coming back again. To tell him that I really don't have anyone.
"It's just, I was thinking about my mom. And this thing with Rick Webber and proving my mom was innocent. I just, I guess I realized that she isn't coming back, no matter how hard I wish it. I mean, after four years I accepted it, and then she came back again. And now… well it might take me four years to accept it again," I explain, saying all my words in a soft tone. I hope he understands. I really need someone to.
He nods as his pace becomes slower until he eventually stops walking. I stop a few feet ahead of him, after realizing that he is standing there, and come back to him.
"I get it," he says in a comforting tone. "I do. And, if you, uh, well, I'm here for you Lulu. I know a lot has happened between us, but I care about you. Like I said, you matter to me. And if you need someone, well I'm here," he explains to me. I look up staring him in the eye, and I know that he's telling the truth. That he means it.
My lips slowly curve into a smile, and I think I might be forming a small tear in my eye. As we both look at each other, I feel him envelop me into a comforting hug, and for once in a really long time, I realize that I'm not completely alone.