Chapter 6
Elizabeth stood up and clapped her hands together. “Done!” She slammed the oven door closed and threw all the cleaning supplies under the sink, then went over to wash her hands. As she was turning off the water, she heard someone come into the diner. “Perfect timing,” she muttered, walking out of the kitchen as she dried off her hands. She dropped the towel on the counter and groaned.
“Not you again.”
Lucky smiled at her annoyance. “Maybe I just can’t get enough of you,” he teased, dragging a large suitcase behind him.
“Oh no, please tell me that’s not what I think it is!” she said, pointing at his luggage.
Lucky turned and looked at it, then looked back at her and shrugged. “Okay, I won’t. You’re an educated woman, I’ll just assume you know a suitcase when you see one. Now if you’ll excuse me, this is kind of heavy.” He started to walk past her, but she moved into his path.
“Where do you think you’re taking that?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips in an effort to look a little more threatening.
“Up to my new apartment, where else?” he answered in annoyance, raising an eyebrow at her as he waited patiently for her to get out of his way.
“I thought you were just here on vacation? Why aren’t you staying at your parents’ house?”
He sighed and put down the suitcase. “Because I’m probably going to be here for a while, and that house drives me crazy after a few days. It was either here or the Port Charles Hotel.”
She stayed put, staring him down. “I hear they have great maid service.”
Lucky chuckled. “Yeah, well, call me old-fashioned, but I like to do my own cleaning. Makes me feel like a regular Joe. Anyway, I just spent the past year living out of hotel rooms, I need a change. Now, if you would please step aside, I really need to get this upstairs. I do have other things to do today, you know!”
Liz sighed and moved over. “Of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you from your busy rock-star life. There aren’t going to be groupies crowding the place now, are there?”
Lucky had made it halfway up the stairs before turning around. “For your information, I have to go home and see my little sister later. Is that glamorous enough for you?” Liz didn’t have an answer, so she just grunted and turned her back to him, collecting some dishes off of a nearby table as Lucky carried the suitcase up the rest of the stairs.
She sighed and headed back to the kitchen with the dirty plates, but stopped when she heard a phone ringing. She looked around the room in confusion, because it wasn’t the diner’s phone, it sounded more like a cell phone. She groaned when her eyes fell on Lucky’s jacket, which he had thrown over a chair before carrying his suitcase upstairs. The ringing continued, until she couldn’t take it any longer. She dug into the pocket and pulled out the phone.
“Hello?”
There was a pause, as the caller tried to figure out of they had the correct number. “Um, I was looking for Spence?” a female voice asked.
“Spence?” Liz asked. “You must have the wrong number.” She started to hang up, but the woman on the other line called out for her to wait. “Yes?”
“Is this Lucky Spencer’s phone?”
“Unfortunately. Oh, Spence...I get it,” she said, the name suddenly making sense. “Um, he’s upstairs. Would you like me to get him?”
The woman chuckled. “No, that’s okay. Just tell him that Charisma called, okay?” she asked sweetly.
Liz rolled her eyes. “Sure.”
“Thanks, ciao!” she said cheerfully, hanging up before Liz could say anything more. Just then, Lucky came down the stairs. He saw her glaring at his phone and cleared his throat to get her attention.
Liz looked up and frowned, tossing the phone to him. “Please tell Charisma that I’m not your answering service!” she growled, mocking the woman’s name. “And what kind of name is that, anyway? Charisma....were her parents hippies or something?” She took a breath, then thought of something else. “Speaking of names, what’s with the ‘Spence’ thing?”
Lucky rolled his eyes and switched on the phone. “First of all, you’re the one who chose to answer my phone, which by the way, you had no right to do. Second of all, there’s nothing wrong with her name. Charisma is my business manager. And third of all, since my stage name is Lucky, everyone that works for me calls me Spence to avoid confusion. Is that all, or would you like to know if I wear boxers or briefs, too?” He asked sarcastically.
“Oh, trust me, that’s one piece of information I don’t need to know!” she shot back, grabbing the dishes she had put down earlier and carrying them into the kitchen. She was suddenly having a very hard time not thinking about Lucky and his underwear, and she figured it was safer to just leave the room.
Lucky chuckled, then dialed Charisma’s number. She answered right away. “Speak to me!”
“Hey, babe, it’s Spence. What’s up?’
She snickered. “You’ve only been there for a few hours, and you’ve already found yourself a woman? You better be careful, I might get jealous.”
He groaned, sitting down at one of the empty tables. “You’ve got the wrong idea, Charisma. Elizabeth is just someone I went to high school with. She hates me almost as much as I hate her. Now, why did you call?”
She wasn’t letting him off the hook that easily. “Now, just a minute there. I wouldn’t say she hates you that much. I actually thought she sounded kind of jealous. I definitely got a vibe from her.”
“Oh no, not you and your vibes again,” he laughed.
“Yes, me and my vibes again. Anyway, you’re going to think whatever you want, so I’m not going to bother arguing with you. I was just calling to see if you got in all right, and if you were going to stop by L&B any time today. V called earlier, she wants you to sign some stuff .”
“Sure, I’ll drop by a little later. Anything else?” He looked up and saw Liz come out of the kitchen. She started wiping down one of the tables in front of him.
“Yeah, there is one more thing. Is there any way to convince you to do a show while you’re there?” she asked.
He sighed, switching the phone to his other ear. He caught himself staring at Liz as she bent over to clear off the table, and quickly turned away. “Hon, you’re not grasping the concept of this whole vacation thing, are you? If I wanted to perform, I’d still be on tour!”
“But, it’s just one show, for your hometown. Think about it?” she begged.
He chuckled at the pleading tone in her voice. “Fine, I’ll think about it. I never could say no to you, could I?” Liz glanced over her shoulder at him when she heard that, wondering exactly what he wasn’t able to say no to.
Charisma laughed. “Nope, that’s why I’m such a good manager. Well, I’ll let you go back to your new girlfriend. Ciao!”
“She’s not...” he started to argue, but she had already hung up. He sighed and turned off the phone, then looked back at Liz, who was rolling her eyes at him. “What now?”
“All that fame must be really hard, huh?” she asked sarcastically, moving over to another table, father away. “Oh, I’m so famous, everyone loves me, my wallet's to small for my fifties, and my diamond shoes are too tight!” she mocked, rolling her eyes again.
Lucky groaned and stood up. He wasn’t in the mood to get into this with her. “You know, that joke was a lot funnier the first time, when Chandler said it!” She looked surprised for a moment and he chuckled. “Yeah, a big ‘rock-star’ like me still finds time to watch Friends. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go unpack.” He hurried up to his apartment, leaving her alone in the empty diner. A few minutes later, the phone rang. She hurried around the counter and picked it up.
“Kelly’s!”
“Hey, darlin’! Has my son moved in yet?” Luke asked cheerfully.
