Chapter 11

They got to his house and found it empty. “My dad must still be at the club and I think my mom had to pick LuLu up from daycare. Why don’t we go to my room?”

Liz looked at him in shock. “What did you just say?”

He rolled his eyes. “The stuff I have to show you is on my computer, which is in my room. Don’t worry, I’m not going to jump you or anything. Trust me, that’s the last thing I plan on doing up there!” He started to climb the stairs, not bothering to look back to see if she was still behind him.

She sighed, realizing that he wasn’t giving her a choice, and followed.

When they entered his room, the first thing that struck her was how clean it was. This did not look like the bedroom of a seventeen-year-old guy at all!

“What?” he asked, noticing the expression on her face.

“I was just surprised at how clean it is in here, that’s all.” She looked around the room. It was small, with some sports memorabilia on the wall. There was a framed painting near the door that looked like it had been done by a child. Upon closer inspection, she realized that it was something Lucky had done for his mother when he was a little boy. She couldn’t help smiling at how cute it was that he had it in his room. She looked over, hoping he hadn’t noticed, and was relieved to see that he was busy loading up his computer.

She wandered around the room some more and spotted a guitar in the corner. “You play the guitar?” she asked, remembering what she had said earlier in the church.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, a little. But don’t ask me to play anything, because I don’t play it for anyone. Not even my parents.”

She put up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, don’t bite my head off. I won’t ask! Sheesh.” She went over to look at the photos that covered the top of his dresser. They looked like they were mostly family. There was a picture looked like him, his parents, and his little sister. She couldn’t help thinking how attractive his family was, especially his mother. Next to it was a photo of a red-haired woman and a young boy. She picked it up to get a better look.

“That’s my Aunt Bobbie and her son, Lucas.” Lucky said from behind her, causing her to jump. She hadn’t realized that he had been watching her.

“Will you stop doing that!” She yelled, turning around.

“Doing what?” he asked, confused.

“Sneaking up on me. You do it all the time. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days!” she said angrily.

He chuckled. “One can only hope...”

“Oh, very funny. I wouldn’t be so quick to wish me dead. You need me for this project, remember?”

“I don’t know. I think my wife dying could get me an automatic A. You know, to ease the grief or something.” He said, grinning.

Unable to think of a response, she whirled around and continued to look at the pictures. “Who’s this?” she asked, pointing to a smaller picture of him and another boy. They both looked like they were about 13 or so.

“That’s my cousin, Sly. He moved away with his aunt and uncle a while back, but we still keep in touch.

“If you’re so close, how come he’s not on the guest list?” she asked.

He shrugged. “He doesn’t live in Port Charles anymore.”

“So? Almost all of my guests are out of town.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have any friends here...” he cut himself off, realizing how bad that sounded, but it was too late. She looked like she was going to kill him.

“Excuse me for not having any friends yet! I’ve only been here a few days, what do you expect? It really wasn’t necessary to rub it in like that...” she turned around again, afraid that she was going to start crying.

“Elizabeth...I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean it that way. I know you just got here. I used to move around all the time when I was a kid, so I know what it’s like.” He felt terrible, but wasn’t sure what else to say.

Sne sniffed, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “But that was different. It’s easier to make friends when you’re young. Try moving your senior year of high school, after it has already started, and then see how hard it is!”

He grabbed a tissue from his nightstand and walked up behind her, reaching around to hand it to her. “Thanks,” she sniffled. She wiped her eyes and turned back to face him. “Look, I’m sorry I flipped out. It’s just that you sort of hit a sensitive topic with me. I didn’t mean to jump down your throat like that.” She looked away, embarrassed that she was being so pathetic.

“Hey, don’t apologize. I understand. I shouldn’t have said that, it was insensitive of me.” Forgetting his animosity towards her, he lifted her chin to meet her eyes. Her stomach did a little jump when he touched her, but she chose to ignore it. “You always have me.” He smiled, hoping that would make her laugh.

She chuckled, still wiping her eyes. “Is that supposed to be my consolation prize or something?”

“I’m not that bad, you know!”

She sniffed and muttered, “Yeah, you have your moments.” Seeing him smile at her comment, she turned quickly around again and resumed her earlier perusal of his pictures.

He couldn’t help being touched by her comment, but noticed that she hadn’t meant to say it out loud, so he decided to let it drop. He watched her look over the rest of his pictures.

There was a picture next to it of him and a girl, with two dogs. “Is this....”

“Emily. That’s my dog, Foster, and her grandmother’s dog, Annabelle. I think that was taken right before we ran away together.”

She eyed at him strangely, but decided not to ask. It wasn’t like she cared, anyway.

She looked at the picture again. “You have a dog? I didn’t see him anywhere?”

“He’s probably outside. My dad doesn’t like him being in the house when no one’s here.” He chuckled, remembering when he first brought Foster home. “He hated Foster when I first got him, but he knew how badly I wanted to keep him, so he let me. That dog was my best friend growing up...” He realized he as rambling and stopped talking.

She noticed a picture in the back and picked it up. It was an autographed photo of one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. She read the signature out loud. “To Lucky, Love always, Brenda.”

He smiled. “I remember when she gave that to me, she said that one day she’d be a world-famous model, and it would be worth a lot of money! I guess it might be now,” he added sadly.

She suddenly realized why the woman looked familiar. “Wait, is this Brenda Barrett? The model who died a few years ago?”

Lucky nodded. “Yeah, she used to live in Port Charles. She started L&B Records - she’s the ‘B’, in fact - and she dated Sonny. They almost got married once, but he left her at the altar. She was engaged to Jax when she died.”

“She was really beautiful.” Liz said, in awe that he had known her.

“Yeah, but she was an even nicer person. Her death was hard on a lot of people here.” He sighed, then straightened up. “Okay, that’s enough reminiscing. Let me show you what I brought you up here for.”

She followed him over to his computer and looked at the screen. “An invitation?”

“Yeah, I figured we could make one on my computer and print it out as part of the project. We can make it look pretty professional. What do you think?”

She read what he had on it. “Lucky Spencer and Elizabeth Webber cordially invite you to attend their wedding ceremony on September 10, 1999 at Woods Church in Port Charles, NY, at 9:00 a.m.”

She looked at him. “Woods Church?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure what it’s called. Anyway, that’s not the point. Do you think it’s realistic enough?”

“Well, first of all, my name should be first. The font isn’t right, either.” She said, still looking at the screen.

“Since when do you get to put your name first!? And what’s wrong with the font?” He knew that it was only a matter of time before they started fighting again.

She looked back at him. “It’s tradition for the bride to be listed first, didn’t you know that? And the font isn’t fancy enough. Wedding invitations are supposed to be really formal. This isn’t...I don’t know...cursivey enough.”

He laughed. “Cursivey? Is that even a word?”

She glared at him. “You know what I mean! It’s not elegant enough.” She goes to the keyboard and starts typing, moving her name before his and searching through the font list.

There was a knock on his door, and Laura walked into the room. She stopped when she realized he wasn’t alone. “Lucky?” She looked at her son accusingly, wondering why he had a girl up there.

He turned to face his mother and grinned. “Hi mom. I’d like you to meet my fiancee.”

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