Full of Grace
Author's Note: I've decided… as of now I'm not putting any of the current GH stuff in, except a charity dinner which is kind of like the thing at the Metro Court. No hostage thing though.
This chapter is in Lulu's POV, so what people are saying will be what she is hearing… and not necessarily what they are thinking. Just so you know. (Hint. Hint.) This is doing a lot of setup for the next chapter, which I can't wait to write! At first I was worried this was all going to be cheesy, but then I remembered I'm writing a soap opera here and anything goes.
Disclaimer: I don't own General Hospital, obviously, or this wonderful couple. Just this story.
Chapter Five: Elsewhere
Humph. I rolls my eyes as I push the twenty-third dress back onto it's rack. I am beginning to think I will never find one. In all honesty, I don't care. I'm not really looking forward to it anyway.
It's a charity dinner. I think. I'm not sure. We have so many of these things all the time, they just blend together. I'm beginning to wish I had no ties with any of the Quartermaines, or anyone involved with General Hospital. Then maybe I wouldn't get stuck doing these things.
No surprise, it's a formal thing. Tracy sent me and Dillon to go shop for our clothes a little while ago, and guess who had to tag along? Georgie. I swear she hates me. I don't know what I've done to her, but she hates me now.
I look over and see her and Dillon standing together. I'm thinking of an escape plan. I need to bail. I'm the third wheel right now, and I hate it. I think I'm just going to take off and have Elizabeth pick up something for me to wear. I hear her and Lucky are going together. I hope they are getting back together.
I continue my search through an assortment of pink, blue, white, teal, red, green, magenta, beige, and grey dresses. Out of the corner of my eye I see Georgie's arms fly up in what looks like defeat. She's rolling her eyes, and folding her arms across her chest.
Great. Another fight.
I make my way completely around the corner and get a little bit closer as I pretend to look the through the racks of formal wear.
"all the time…" I hear Georgie say in a hushed voice. Oh wow. Real juicy. I roll my eyes at their lack of entertainment.
I hear Dillon mention Georgie's professors name(since I barely attend class anymore, he's not really my professor.) It's then that I realize what this argument is about. It's the same thing over and over again.
Georgie complains about me, Dillon complains about Pete.
I push the clothes back onto the rack, and move down a few. I can hear everything now, although I'm sure I look like some 40 year old male stalker. Then again, Georgie's too preoccupied with her dress-picking and yelling to see me, and Dillon has his back turned to me.
"Every single second I turn around, she's there… with you," Georgie says, and now I am one hundred percent sure this is about me. It would be quite amusing to interrupt right now, and see Georgie get upset, but instead I hold back and continue to listen.
"Georgie, I already told you this. I love you. I don't like Lulu in that way," I hear Dillon say, and to my surprise, I feel a slight pain in my stomach.
I guess I haven't really thought about Dillon lately. I try to avoid that. I think I will always have those feelings for him, but I had accepted that maybe we were just meant to be good friends.
I thought I had accepted it… so why do I still feel this sharp pain at his words?
"I'm going to go try this on," Georgie states and quickly runs away. I take this opportunity to talk to Dillon, and tap him on the shoulder.
"Hey," I say. "What was that about?" I ask him, not bothering to tell him what I've heard.
Dillon quickly turns around. He seems a little jumpy. I wonder what it is. "That was umm… uh, well that was the same thing it's always been," Dillon says and shoves the tie, that he is holding, back onto it's rack.
"Let me guess," I start to say, and bring my index finger to my chin and pretend to contemplate what I'm going to say. "She's upset that I'm around you too much," I finish, even though I already know the answer.
He nods his head as lets out a loud sigh. "I guess she wants me to stay away from you or something," he says before turning away from me and walks a little further in search for something. I don't know what it is, he already has his clothes in his arms. Maybe he's avoiding going to the dressing room.
"Does she think we are having some secret affair?" I ask him rhetorically and give a sigh as I focus my attention back a few dresses in front of me.
"I bet she's going to have a restraining order against me once you guys have kids. She probably wont let me even be around them!" I say, before realizing that I just said they were going to have kids.
Maybe that's it. Maybe Georgie is still mad that Dillon got me pregnant.
"What did you tell her?" I ask him, a bit curious as to what he is going to say to me. I turn to him slightly, and see that he is avoiding my gaze.
"I said we are friends. And then she left," he tells me, and I see that this was the first little white lie I have caught Dillon telling in a long time.
I give a sigh as I realize all the unintentional damage I have caused. I grab the dress that I had just been looking at. It's really ordinary. It's a light silky purple that reaches a little above the knee. I don't even bother to try it on.
"I'm gonna go check out and head home," I tell him and manage a smile. The dress will have to do because I just want out of here.
I get past the check out, outside of the shop, and halfway home before I realize that Dillon actually hurt me a bit. It's been so long since I've felt that way. I'm not sure if it's because I'm so alone lately and Dillon is comforting, or if I do still have feelings for him? I think I might. Oh no… god please help me!
I tap my feet as I look around annoyed. Could this be any more boring? I guess I'm a cynic, but this people are utterly annoying. Well, not all of them. But still.
We're not even eating! I thought this was a charity dinner, and I'm not getting food. Everyone's standing around talking. I'm ready eat, and then maybe I can hurry and get out of here.
I see that Lucky and Elizabeth are standing together talking, and that makes me feel a little bit better. Lucky loves her so much, I hate to see him hurting. Nikolas is with Emily, and I'm equally happy that they are back together. Nikolas deserves to have everything he wants.
Robin is standing with Patrick Drake, Alan is with Monica, Dillon is with Georgie. It seems like everyone is paired off. Everyone has someone… except me.
I look over to the only other person I see who is alone right now, and it's Tracy Quartermaine. Great, I'm going to be Tracy; bitter and alone. Maybe I should go talk to her. We'll both be less alone, and it will look like I am making some sort of effort, even though I'm really not. Maybe I could even find out what this dinner is for.
I decide against it. Tracy tends to be a little too annoying, and I'm already irritated enough right now. I fold my arms across my chest, adjust the spaghetti strap on my shoulder, and lean against the wall with my upper back and head. I slowly close my eyes and wish myself somewhere else.
I consider clicking my sparkly heels. Hey, it worked for Dorothy, why not me?
Sadly, I know I'm stuck here, and this is going to be a long night. Maybe I can grab some alcohol somewhere. Wait, these people are doctors… how 'bout a sedative? Then again, I'm completely bored, so I don't need anything to calm me down.
I'm awakened from my daydreams as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I quickly tense up and open my eyes, ready to hit whoever it is in case it's some weirdo person. Thankfully, I see Dillon in front of me.
"Not quite the party girl tonight?" he asks me, and I give a small snort of laughter in complete sarcasm.
"Some party," I tell him, receiving a laugh from him also. "I've been dreaming of ways to bail without any noticing," I say to him, completely honest.
"Not that it would make much of a difference if I was gone," I add in very quiet, almost inaudible.
I can tell Dillon heard me. He slightly rolls his eyes, I'm guessing at my lack of enthusiasm, but I see his real emotion in his eyes. They are conveying what he really wants to say but knows he shouldn't. (He tends to do that a lot!) It's a soft expression, and seems like he's pained that I'm alone and wishes that I was happier.
"How is it going for you?" I ask quickly to change the subject.
He gives me a shrug and averts his gaze to something in the direction of what I think is his mom. Well, that's where she was ten minutes ago.
"Where's Georgie?" I ask in an another attempt for an answer of some sort.
He shrugs once again, and this time I let out a loud groan so he can now that I'm a little annoyed. "She uhh… went somewhere," he says, and finally looks back to me. I give him an expectant look, knowing there is more to it than that.
"Well, I kind of mentioned that you uhh… that you looked kind of bored alone and maybe we should come over to you, and she got upset I guess," he tells me.
I nod my head to him in acknowledgement. Honestly, I'm getting as sick of this as they are. I don't understand how I keep getting them into these fights when I'm not even doing anything! And I don't understand how Georgie can be so upset at me all the time when I haven't done anything.
Hello, not my fault! Is she that moody? Maybe I should get her some Midol or something. This is just plain annoying. Maybe I should find her and give her a good talkin' to.
"Well, it looks like they are seating for dinner now so you should go get her. I think she's over there with Robin," I say to him as I point over in a direction of a group of people where it looks like Georgie is. Everyone's starting to seat now… I wonder who I'm going to be sitting with.
Oh no. Not Tracy!
Dillon nods in agreement as he looks over to the group of people seating, but I can tell he's thinking about something else. He turns to me, and I'm a little surprised that he's still here with me.
He extends his hand out to me before saying, "Lulu Spencer, would you like to have dinner with me?"
Against my own judgment, I agree. He leads me to a small, two person table where we are sitting across from each other. I avoid looking in Georgie's direction, and suddenly realize why she's always so upset with me. I'm sitting at her table, for her date, with her boyfriend.