Dillon was shaking his head as he entered Kelly’s. Living in that house was enough to make a sane person go nuts. Every time he turned around, there was another family emergency or someone else was getting taken out in ambulance or God forbid a family meeting. They seemed to have meetings to announce everything, from Emily’s return from the trip to rehab to whether Alan and Monica were going to be home for dinner.
He spied Georgie sitting in the corner of the diner, a plate of fries in front of her and a book in her face. He smiled involuntarily and crossed the room. “Hey, I thought you were grounded.”
She glanced up at him, narrowed her eyes and then returned her attention to the book. She reached one of her hands out and gripped her iced tea and brought the straw to her lips, took a sip and put it back in its original position without ever taking her eyes off the page.
“So, you’re not speaking to me?” Dillon asked, raising his eyebrows. She didn’t answer and just turned the page instead. “You’re mad at me,” he concluded. He shrugged and pulled the chair out to sit down. “That’s fine. At least when you’re angry with me, you don’t pull me into a family meeting to discuss my behavior. I think that’s the worst thing about living with the Quartermaines—they think everything is their business.”
Georgie remained stubbornly silent and chewed slowly on a fry. A waitress came over and took Dillon’s order. He reached into his textbook and took the course selection catalog for Port Charles High. He flipped through it, looking for the right electives to take.
The waitress brought Dillon’s food and they ate in silence. Finally, Georgie sighed and set her book down. “You had no right to say what you did.”
He nodded. “You’re right. I was out of line. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t know me that well and you don’t like Lucas anyway, so you—” she stopped. “What did you say?”
“I said that I’m sorry,” Dillon repeated. “Just because I think Lucas is an idiot and you could do better, it doesn’t mean you have to think so, too.”
She glared at him. “You don’t have to be so agreeable, either.”
“So you don’t want me to argue about Lucas but you don’t want me to stop either?” Dillon asked amused.
“I’m not trying to be funny,” Georgie fumed. “I’ve made up my mind to be mad at you and no amount of you apologizing is going to change that.”
“That’s fine,” Dillon replied. “Hey, what you recommend? Study hall or journalism?”
“You just don’t get it do you?” she demanded.
“Apparently there’s a lot of things I don’t get about you,” Dillon replied. He grinned. “But I’m looking forward to finding out.”
She smiled despite herself and flushed a little. “How do you do that?”
“You just…I don’t know.” Georgie shrugged and looked away. “I know Lucas is into Maxie, but that doesn’t mean I should give up on my dream, right?”
“Right,” Dillon replied. “But, hey dreams change all the time. When I was ten, all I wanted to do was meet the Quartermaines.”
Georgie laughed. “How’s that working out for you?”
He grimaced. “One more family meeting and I’m turning myself into the police.”
“What’d you do?”
“I’ll make something up.”