I had started a story about the Port Charles teen scene in 2003, but I never posted more than a few parts, and some of those were lost a long time ago, including about six or seven GQ episode tags. Oh, it makes me so sad. But oh well. Here is one story that survived the ages. This is circa late spring 2003, around the time Dillon arrived.
God I miss the crap out of Dillon and Georgie.
I can do this. I’m strong. I’m independent. I’m a woman.
Okay, I’m fourteen.
But I’m still all of the above.
With those thoughts in mind, Georgie Jones took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and reached for the door handle to Kelly’s.
She pulled the door open and entered the small diner. You can do this, she chanted mentally. It’s not like you’re asking for much. You just want a job application.
She spied Elizabeth Webber working quietly behind the counter and after glancing around the diner, she determined that the manager, Bobbie Spencer, was not there. So, she’d deal with the only waitress she saw.
Besides, the way Georgie figured, Elizabeth Webber practically ran the diner. She was always there, always keeping everything calm. If a fight broke out, Elizabeth solved it. If a waitress called out sick, Elizabeth covered the shift.
Elizabeth Webber, Georgie decided, was one of the best people she knew. Although technically Georgie didn’t know Elizabeth all that well…but hell, everyone knew Elizabeth in some way.
“Um, excuse me,” Georgie said. She nervously tugged at the sleeve of her soft pink button down sweater. Pink, Georgie had decided, looked good on her. It complimented her dark blonde hair and lightened her brown eyes. Pink made her feel professional.
“Hey, Georgie,” Elizabeth greeted. “Can I get you anything?”
Georgie chewed her lip and took a deep breath. “A job application?”
Elizabeth widened her eyes. “A job application? You want to work here?”
“Um, yeah,” Georgie replied. She smoothed a hand over her light brown cords. Light brown, Georgie had decided, went well with a pink sweater and by not wearing jeans, she’d shed her teenage image and hopefully looked older.
At least sixteen.
Elizabeth looked around, hunted underneath the counter. “That’s great!” she said. “You know, I started working here when I was fourteen. God, I was such a horrible waitress. Spent far too much time looking at Lucky Spencer and too little time paying attention to what people ordered.” Elizabeth pulled a piece of paper out and handed it to her. “If you want you can fill it out now and I can give it to Bobbie when I drop off the night’s receipts later.”
“Sure,” Georgie replied. She slid onto a stool and opened her small purse. Small purses, Georgie had decided, looked more professional than big clunky ones. She fished out a blue Bic pen and uncapped it. “So, are you guys hiring?”
Elizabeth shrugged. “We’re always losing someone to college or better jobs.” She smirked. “I’m personally hoping we lose someone soon.”
Georgie grinned. “Courtney?” She regretted her word almost immediately when she saw Elizabeth’s face close off. Great, she offended the best chance she had at getting this job. Damage control. “I only say that because…well…um, you know…you hear things.”
Elizabeth folded her arms. “What kind of things?” Her tone had gone as cold as ice and Georgie was now miserable. She set her pen down. There went this job.
“Well…just that two of you don’t like each other,” she replied, dully. “I mean…she’s dating your ex-boyfriend and my sister told me that he broke up with you for her.” Georgie sighed and pushed the application away. “I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Elizabeth sighed and the tension drained from her body. “No, look, don’t worry about it. You’re right, we don’t like each other but it’s not because she’s dating Jason.”
Georgie must have looked skeptical because Elizabeth continued. “I just don’t appreciate the way she constantly runs out on her shifts and calls out sick.”
“Oh.” Georgie shifted. “I still shouldn’t have said anything. I mean, I don’t want to remind of you…anything. Because, you know, I really admire you.”
That surprised Elizabeth and she smiled. “Really? Why?”
Georgie shrugged. “Everyone does,” she replied easily. “My sister thought you were great, the way you handle that Lucky thing last summer and I remember Roy DiLucca talking about how brave you were when Jason shot you last summer.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Jason did not shoot me. Zander did and it was a complete accident. Besides, the bullet didn’t really hit me.”
“It didn’t?” Georgie asked.
“No. Jason and Roy were fighting, and Zander, being the completely moronic hothead that he is, picked up a gun. Then Jason and Zander were fighting over the gun and the trigger was pulled.” Elizabeth slid the sleeve of her cornflower-blue shirt up to reveal a light pink scar on her upper left arm. “See? The bullet just grazed me.”
“Oh. Did it hurt?” Georgie asked, cringing as soon as she realized how stupid the question was.
“Well, I didn’t feel anything at first,” Elizabeth replied. “I think I was a little shocked. But it kicked in and I almost passed out. Jason caught me and he managed to bandage it.” She smiled and leaned forward a little bit, lowering her voice. “I’ll tell you a secret.”
Georgie, feeling much better about this right now, leaned forward eagerly. Being confided in by Elizabeth Webber! Take that, Maxie, she thought smugly.
“I didn’t feel anything until I got to the hospital because I was too busy looking at Jason,” Elizabeth told her, smiling.
“He is cute,” Georgie agreed.
“Uh huh. And it was just really easy to get lost in his eyes, you know?” Elizabeth said. “They’re an incredible shade of blue.” Her cheeks flushed and she leaned back. “But none of that really matters now. Anyway, go ahead and fill out that application. I’ll put in a good word for you.”
Georgie watched as Elizabeth headed onto the main floor to take care of a customer. She then turned in her attention back to her application.
Irritated, she looked up at the interruption. “I’m filling out a job application, Lucas,” she told him.
Lucas Jones frowned. “For Kelly’s?”
“Yeah. Why not?” Georgie asked, defensively.
Lucas smirked. “Why would you want to work here?”
“Because I like this place,” Georgie replied. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing. I just thought you had higher hopes than being another Elizabeth Webber.”
Georgie narrowed her eyes. She might like Lucas, but no one insulted her idol. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“Come on. She’s nice and all, but she’s twenty-one and still working in the same place as when we were kids.”
“Maybe she likes it here. Maybe she enjoys her job,” Georgie said hotly.
“And maybe she’s got no place else to go,” Lucas said pointedly.
“Can I get you anything Lucas?” Elizabeth asked from behind him. He spun on the stool to look at the unhappy waitress.
“Elizabeth.” Lucas swallowed. “I, uh…”
“For the record, I work here because I enjoy my job,” Elizabeth told him. “I like seeing the people I care about on a daily basis. It pays well and I have a flexible schedule so I can go to school and work on my art. I’m sorry if people think I’m pathetic because I have worked in the same place for the past five years, but I can’t be responsible for small-minded people. Now, I’ll ask you again. Can I get you anything?”
“I was just stopping by,” Lucas said quickly. He slid off the stool and passed her, his head ducked down.
“Sorry about him,” Georgie apologized as she signed her name and completed the application. “He thinks he knows what’s best for me and tries to tell me.”
“It’s fine,” Elizabeth replied, smiling briefly. “You get used to it after a while.” She took the application from the young girl and perused. “I’ll drop this off with Bobbie and I’ll call you when she makes a decision.”
“Thanks, Elizabeth,” Georgie said, sliding down from the stool. She put the pen away and smiled one last time at the waitress before leaving.
Elizabeth handed Bobbie the receipts and the day’s earnings so that Bobbie could drop it off at the bank on her way to the hospital the next morning.
“Georgie Jones dropped off a job application,” Elizabeth reported as Bobbie examined the receipts.
“Hmm…do we need another waitress?” Bobbie asked, making a note in the account book.
“We could use the help,” Elizabeth said honestly. “One of the waitresses tends to be slightly unreliable, so I’m sure Georgie will come in handy.”
“Which waitress?” Bobbie asked, even though she already knew.
“Courtney,” Elizabeth said. “But it has nothing to do with my personal feelings towards her, I just—”
“Elizabeth, it’s okay. I’ve had the other girls complain as well,” Bobbie interrupted. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to speak with you about.”
“What?” Elizabeth asked warily.
“I’m rarely at the diner these days between the hospital and Lucas, so I was wondering if you’d like to come on as assistant manager,” Bobbie suggested.
“Really?” Elizabeth asked. “Are you serious?”
“Definitely. So you can make decisions like this and not worry about me. I trust you, Elizabeth. You’ve been working there longer than anyone and you really understand the way it works.”
“Wow, I’d love to,” Elizabeth replied, smiling. “Thanks, Bobbie.”
“So, I’ll let you make the final decision concerning Georgie and Courtney. I’ll see you tomorrow, same time?”
“Sure,” Elizabeth replied. She picked up the receipts, intent on calling Georgie Jones first thing in the morning.