Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of General Hospital and it's characters.
A/N: I started another fic, but I deleted it. That's what happens when you jump head first into a story and don't bother to do any planning. Hopefully this will go well now that I have an actual plot. Just drop me some reviews and let me know your thoughts. Thanks in advance!
Dillon is sitting on the couch in the Quartermaine living room checking his e-mail when Lulu storms in. He looks up from his laptop and watches her throw her backpack to the floor and stalk over to the chair across for him. Smiling, he closes the flap on his laptop and watches her.
Dillon: Rough day at school?
Lulu: (sarcastically) You think?
Dillon: What happened?
Lulu: I officially have no life. You remember Dorian Willard, right?
Dillon: Vaguely. Why?
Lulu: Tall, on the lanky side, brownish hair? He would've been a sophomore when you graduated...
Dillon: Kevin's little brother?
Lulu: Yeah, that Dorian.
Dillon: Okay... What about him?
Lulu: He and I were supposed to go to a movie later tonight, but I saw him hanging all over Rachel Briggs during lunch. Yeah, it's not like he's my boyfriend, but the way he came on...
Dillon: There's more fish in the sea.
Lulu: Dude, do you realize where we live? I'm running out of options here. I've gotten turned down and stood up a total of ten times. Do you realize that's like half the attractive guy population.
Dillon smiles.
Dillon: There you go! You've got ten more possibilities.
Lulu: Yeah---to get hurt.
Dillon: Your time isn't that far away. I mean, when it's time for you to find the right somebody, you will. Look at me and Georgie! Sure, we've had our ups and very low downs, but we're totally perfect for each other. She was my first girlfriend and she came at a point in my life when I really needed to feel loved.
Lulu shrugs.
Lulu: I guess you're right. Speaking of your wife, what do you two love birds have planned for tonight?
Dillon: Maybe some dinner and a movie, nothing major.
Lulu: I'd kill for a guy like you. Hell, I'd kill for any guy that could bust me out of this place.
At that point Georgie, Lucas, and Guy walk in. Georgie sits on the couch next to Dillon and kisses his lips, which earns her a jealous look for Lulu. Lucas makes himself at home in the armchair and Guy sits on one of the arms.
Georgie: Uh...why are you looking at me like that?
Lulu: Don't mind me, I'm bitter because my love life's in the toilet. Proceed to kiss, fondle, or do anything that requires you to be fully clothed with your husband. I'll go up to my room and sulk.
Lucas: Boyfriend withdrawal?
Lulu: More like craving. And why the hell am I surrounded by couples? I swear, whoever's manning this ship has a sick sense of humor.
Guy: Technically Lucas and I aren't a couple. We're just hanging out.
Lulu: That's better than what I've got. Oh. Wait? That's nothing. (sighs) My life's over.
Dillon: Dude, if you don't stop complaining, I'll personally make sure of that.
Lulu: When did you become so violent?
Georgie: Don't mind him, his mother's traits tend to pop out every now and then.
Guy: Okay, so, what's the deal for tonight?
Dillon: I thought Georgie and I were just rolling solo, but obviously that's changed.
Lucas: Guy and I can leave...
Dillon: No, no, it's cool. Georgie and I are married now, it's not like we never get any alone time.
Lucas: So what's the deal then?
Guy: There's a cool nightclub over by PCU. We can't drink, but we can be eighteen to party.
Lucas: That means Lulu can't go.
Lulu: Hey, it's cool, I've got my fake ID upstairs in my room...
Dillon: Whoa! You have a what in your room?
Lulu: Calm your nerves. I've never used it before. When I lived with Grandma Leslie, I hung out with a girl who's brother made fake IDs. I got it for free.
Georgie: What happens if we get caught?
Lulu: Nothing. I'm the only one with a fake ID and I wouldn't out you guys anyways. Come on, Georgie, you can feel free to do one major rebellious thing in your life.
Georgie: Hello! Dillon and I, ya know, are kinda married...
Lulu: Okay, you can have your first major rebellious experience as husband and wife.
Georgie: I don't know...
Lulu: Come on. It won't be so bad. Dillon?
Dillon: Hey (he shrugs) I go if she goes. No pressure though, okay? If you really don't feel comfortable we can stay here. We can have Cook whip up something and chill in front of a movie.
Lulu: Seriously, no pressure. When I get excited I get ahead of myself.
Georgie: I'm in.
Dillon: Wait, what?
Georgie: Yeah, Lulu's right, we should celebrate. We didn't exactly have a real wedding reception or a honeymoon. I think we should do it.
Lulu: Are you sure? I was totally for real when I said no pressure.
Georgie: I know, but I'm still in.
Lulu: Hell yeah! I gotta go figure out something to wear...
Dillon: Dude, you're already dressed.
Lulu: Are you insane? I'm not going to a nightclub dressed like this. I look homeless.
Georgie: Homeless people wear True Religion jeans?
Lulu: Oh, whatever. (grabs Georgie's hand) Come help me figure out what to wear
Alice walks in carrying the cordless phone. She smiles at everyone and stops in front of Dillon.
Alice: You've got a phone call.
Dillon: Really? From who? What' the deal?
Alice: Her name's Jenny and she didn't say what she wanted.
Dillon arches his eyebrow and puts the phone to his ear.
Dillon: Okay... Uh, hello?
Jenny: Is this Dillon Hornsby?
Dillon: Yeah... May I ask who's calling?
Jenny: Jenny Hornsby, you might have heard of me as Jenny Eckbert.
Dillon: No, sorry, I'm drawing a blank. You're a Hornsby?
Jenny: I'm...uh...was...oh...I was married to your father.
Dillon: Was? Wait, what's going on?
Jenny: Paul. Your father, he's...uh...he passed away last night.
Dillon: Oh my god!