CHAPTER FIVE

OLD MOVIES

She'd just gotten settled on her couch, fully prepared for a day of nothing but nonstop 80's movies and junk food when the door was knocked on. She raised a brow and stood, walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Michael stood there and he said through the door, "So.. I thought that maybe since neither of us ever seem to have to work on the weekends, we could hang out? I mean if you're busy.." as she turned the knob and threw the door open, stepped aside and said with a joking smile, "Not at all.. It's 80's movies and all the junk I can stand for me today.. If you wanna do something else though we can." as she nodded to the couch.

He snickered a moment and then held out the dvds he'd grabbed on his way out of his own apartment and then said sheepishly "Great minds, huh?"

"I guess so.. No fucking way.. You have the Lost Boys? That's the one movie I don't have and I love it." Lana said as she bounced around on her tiptoes excitedly before blushing a little and saying "I was just about to watch the Goonies."

"I haven't seen that movie in so long."

"It's one of the best worst movies of the 80's. I love it. I used to have such a huge crush on Corey Feldman back then." Lana blurted which made Michael give her a raised brow to which she simply shrugged and said "To each their own." while thinking to herself that she had always had an eye for blond guys apparently.

"So.. Are you feeling any better than you were in the elevator last week?" Michael asked as she nodded and said quietly, almost in a solemn tone, "I am actually. Just trying to process everything, scared to death when the ex from Hell hears about it he'll start causing even more problems for me, but for now, I'm just doing what I can to keep myself calm and preoccupied so I don't worry about it so much. Stress isn't good for me or the kid."

"Which brings me to my next present.. I got you these." Michael said as he held out the Nicorette patches. She looked at him, and then at the box of patches in his hand and said with a smile, "And again, I say it.. Great minds. I should be set for a while now, as far as those things go. That gum works very very shitty. Like, I went through almost 2 packs of it and then I switched to the patches because Dr. Westbourne suggested it, but only the low dosage ones, since I only smoked a pack a week, maybe every 3 days tops.. Working so much better."

"That's good." Michael said as he stepped into the apartment and sniffed the air.

"Hope you like popcorn and nachos.. Because until I learn how to cook without burning creation to the ground.." Lana gestured to the kitchen as Michael chuckled and then said "My mom's that way."

She gaped at him a moment, shocked. She'd never assumed that Carly Corinthos Jacks couldn't cook, she never would have guessed it in a thousand years. But then that might have explained how they always seemed to run into each other at Pozzulos or Kelly's on certain week nights.

"Yeah.. I see her at Pozzulos and Kellys.. A lot." Lana said with an amused grin as she walked into the kitchen and dished out nachos into two bowls, added cheese and black olives, bacon bits. "Hope you like loaded nachos?"

"Loaded?"

"Yeah, with olives, jalapenos and bacon bits. That's the only way I eat mine. It is amazing." Lana called out from the kitchen, shocked as she turned around to find him standing behind her. Their bodies brushed and she bit her lower lip.

Damn horomones.

He was standing in her kitchen.. If teenage Lana could see this now..

She'd have fainted.

Lana, however, tried to remain calm.. Even when their bodies brushed against each other again as she reached for something at the same time as he reached for something on the opposite side of the too small kitchenette. They laughed and held each other's gaze for a few moments and then his eyes caught on the Bon Jovi poster on the accent wall and he couldn't help but raise a brow and laugh at her a little while shaking his head.

"What? I was born a Jersey girl, gotta support the local talent." Lana said with a shrug as he said aloud "But they're older than you."

"But they make damn good music."

"That they do." Michael agreed as she turned to him and held out the bowl. He snickered as he saw the cheese smeared along her cheek. "you have cheese." he said as she laughed and he reached out as if on instinct and wiped it away.

She'd always been a messy eater, he remembered, even when they were going to Madison Prep.. Not that he'd watched her or anything.. He had, but he wasn't willing to admit that out loud. What if she just wanted friendship now?

He didn't want to force himself on her, especially not with his issues.

He didn't want to do something one day and hurt her somehow.

And even though he didn't have the rages anymore, he was afraid that they'd return one day.

They walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. She scooted just a little closer and they started the Lost Boys, talking as they did so.

By the time the movie was partially done, it was almost 1 and she'd fallen asleep with her head on his lap. He smiled a little and poked her awake, she shot up like she'd been launched out of a canon as she said something to the effect of "I swear to God Almighty, Nurse Johnson, I wasn't sleepin."

He chuckled and said "You missed at least half of the movie."

"Damn it."

"I can restart it."

"No, it's cool.. Just sleepier than I thought I guess." Lana admitted as she bit her lower lip, her skin heating as she realized how she'd fallen asleep.

And how good it'd felt.