Chapter 2
“What are you doing here?” Lucky asked in annoyance.
“I could say the same for you. Shouldn’t you be out traveling the world or something?” she asked sarcastically. Of all the people to walk into Kelly’s on the one day she was alone there, why did it have to be him?
He rolled his eyes. “If you must know, I’m taking a break from the road. I came home to see my family.”
“Oh, so you actually care about them now?” she asked with a smirk.
He glared at her for a moment. “What do you know about my family that gives you the right to say that?”
“Well, unlike you, I speak to them every day, and I know that they really miss you. They talk about you all the time, and I can’t even remember the last time I heard any of them say that you called or wrote.” He threw him a challenging look, daring him to tell her she was wrong.
Lucky sighed and ran a hand through his hair. She had him there. He had been really terrible about keeping in touch with them, which was part of the reason he chose to come home for a while. “Look, things get crazy out on the road, and it’s hard to keep in contact with people. I’m here now, okay?”
“Whatever. Look, are you here to eat, because I’m sort of in the middle of something.”
“I was, but if you’re going to be cooking, then I’m not so sure. How do I know you won’t poison me?”
She rolled her eyes and walked over to the counter. “Because, unlike you, I”m an adult. Why would I risk my diner by poisioning a customer? Especially the son of the owner?”
“Wait a minute... your diner?” he asked, totally confused.
“Yes, I run Kelly’s now. Don’t tell me you actually thought I was still just a waitress!”
“Actually, I did. What happened to Tammy?”
“She moved to California last year, so Luke and Bobbie asked me to run the place for a while. I guess they were happy with me, because they haven’t bothered to get anyone else to take over. You really haven’t talked them lately, have you?”
“Yes I have, we just don’t talk about Kelly’s,” he explained, sitting on a barstool. “Well, as long as you promise not to poison me, I would like some chili. Is it still Aunt Ruby’s recipe?”
“Of course. I’ll be right back.” She went into the kitchen and dug around in the refrigerator for some of the chili she had put aside, just in case. She popped it in the microwave to heat it up, chuckling to herself. Normally, she would have heated it over the stove, but this was Lucky, not a real customer. ‘He looks really good,’ she thought, then quickly stopped herself before she could go any further.
While the chili heated, she leaned against the counter and sighed. It was almost impossible to believe that there had been a time that she had actually liked Lucky Spencer! But, sadly, those first few months after she came to Port Charles, he was all she thought about. She had been so excited when he agreed to go with her to the Valentine’s Day dance. Boy, was she a fool!
**Flashback**
Liz walked into the gym and scanned the crowd, looking for Lucky. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder and spun around to find him grinning at her.
“You found me,” she said coyly.
“Well, you said you’d be the one in the dress, so it wasn’t too hard,” he joked, looking her over.
She looked around the room at the decorations and wrinkled her nose. “Have you ever seen anything so tacky?”
He laughed as they walked over to a table. “I guess you’ve never seen my dad’s car before!”
“Why?”
“It’s a pink Cadillac.”
She laughed. “I don’t know, it sounds kind of cool to me.” She was so happy, Lucky was finally really paying attention to her. For once they were having a conversation that didn’t involve her sister!
Lucky took a breath to respond, then stopped as his eyes fell on something behind her. He smiled, and she turned around to see what had caught his attention, her face falling when Sarah waved at them and began to come over. “Great,” she muttered to herself, knowing that this could only end in disaster.
“Hey, Sarah, I didn’t think you were going to show up,” Lucky said, a huge grin on his face.
“I realized that it wasn’t doing me any good to sit around pining for Nikolas, so I grabbed a dress and came right over here,” Sarah said flirtatiously. Liz wanted to throw up.
“Well, you look great!” he gushed. “You want to dance?”
Sarah nodded enthusiastically and started out for the dance floor as Lucky followed like an obedient puppy dog. He glanced quickly over his shoulder. “You don’t mind, do you Elizabeth?”
Not wanting him to see how hurt and disappointed she was, she smiled sweetly. “Of course not, go ahead.”
Lucky proceeded to spend the rest of the evening dancing with Sarah, while Liz stood by the punch bowl. She vowed then and there that Lucky Spencer was not worth her time, and from then on was as much of a brat to him as she could possibly be.
