By: Zoey
Life may not always go your way
Every once in a while
You might have a bad day
But I promise you now
You won't ever be lonely
It was a magical night. The usually drab interior of the gym was decorated
beautifully in pastel colors of blue, green, pink, and silver. Emily’s dress
shimmered metallically against the dimly lit background as she swayed in her partner’s
arms. He looked so handsome. He was wearing dark coal suit with a brown corded sweater
over his pristine white shirt.
“So, who’d have thought a year ago… me… here with you?” Emily
whispered softly, burying her head in his neck.
He laughed softly and breathed in the fruity scent of her chestnut hair. “Who’d
have thought a year ago I was even still alive?”
Emily lifted her head and traced a line down his chin. “I did. I felt it.”
The sky turns dark
And everything goes wrong
Run to me
And I'll leave a light on
Lucky rolled his eyes. “You sound like a psychic.”
Emily swatted at him playfully. “Don’t laugh at me Lucky. I did. It never felt
like you were really gone. I always just thought you’d come back in the door one day
and grin that handsome Spencer grin of yours and say ‘Hey… miss me?’”
Lucky laughed. “That’s not what I said.”
Emily made a mock serious face. “Yeah, you’re right… you said ‘Hey…
surprised?’”
“So, you knew I was alive the whole time, did ya Em?” His face turned sad.
“So why didn’t you tell my Dad?”
Emily pulled away, hurt on her face. “Hey, look, I thought I was cracking up Lucky. I
thought I was going crazy… they, they nearly put me in Pferncliff.”
“Emily…”
“No, let me finish. You never let me finish.” Her lip started to tremble and
tears threatened to spill, the pit in Lucky’s stomach tying into a knot at the
knowledge that he had created this infinite sadness. “At first I thought it was just
these regular feelings of wishful thinking… I just wanted you to be alive so bad that…
but then I would actually see you, in my dreams, talking to me…”
And I promise you now
You won't ever be lonely
“I did. I would talk to you Em.” He said, drawing her trembling form to him. He
stroked her hair. “Those nights… those nights that were so long, after he’d…
beaten me and taken apart my soul… I’d talk to you, and you’d talk back,
and you’d help me through it. You’d help me find myself again.”
Emily started to cry then, burying her head in his thick dark brown sweater. “I
missed you so much. But then sometimes, your presence was just so strong…” She
took in a shuddering breath. “And then your father…”
Lucky felt his heart come up in his throat. “Did anyone… did anyone see it
coming?”
Emily looked into his watery blue eyes. “I… I don’t know Lucky. One day, he
was happy and smiling, and then Felecia left with Mac and he… he…”
“I can’t believe he’s gone. I… I can’t believe he killed himself.”
Lucky felt the pain rise up in him like bile. “God… how could he do that. He…
well, he didn’t know I was alive, but God, now LuLu will never know her Dad… and
she’s really missin’ out man, cause he was the best….”
For as long as I live
There will always be
A place you belong
Here beside me
Heart and soul
Baby you own me
“Shhh… I know. I know Lucky. Luke was…” Emily smiled sadly,
squeezing him to her as they swayed gently to the music, though it was more like they were
rocking each other like a mother would a child. “He was one of a kind.”
Lucky swallowed deeply several times before taking Emily’s face in his hands. “I’m
gonna say one more thing and then we’re gonna shut up about this, cause this is your
Prom, Em, and this is supposed to be the happiest day for you…”
“Lucky the happiest day for me cannot be topped. It was the day you came home.”
She said, covering his hands with hers.
Lucky licked his lips. “I wanted to say… thank you. Thank you for never giving
up on me. For being there for me no matter how many times I pushed you away. When I came
back, Elizabeth had already moved on… not that I fault Jason, he made her happy, and
to tell you the truth… I guess I had moved on too. But it hurt to be here, and it
hurt that Dad was gone, and what Faison had done to me… and to my family, and my life…
and the people I loved…” He closed his eyes and let Emily wipe his tears away.
“And I just thought that pushing everybody away was better than… than seeing how
everyone had changed. And that it would hurt less. And to tell you the truth, it was real
hard for me to trust in love and anything after he had…”
And I promise you now
You won't ever be lonely
“Go on, Lucky, It’s okay.”
“What I’m trying to say is that you were there for me, and you didn’t let
me push you out of my life like I did to Nikolas, and Liz. And tell the truth, I’m
mad that they let me.” Emily lowered her eyes. “But Emily,” He forced her
to look at him. “You would have hurt worse. Nikolas, yeah he was my brother, and Liz,
well, I thought that was love. But you… you knew me. You knew me before Nikolas
existed. Before Elizabeth existed.” He laughed and took a deep breath. “What I’m
trying to say is…”
“Thank you… I got it Lucky.” She said, smiling understandingly.
“No... no you don’t.” He smiled, and for once felt as if the burden of
months of pain was lifted from his shoulders. “Why do you think I brought you here
tonight Em? To your Senior Prom?”
“Cause I didn’t have a date, and you’re my best friend Lucky.”
He shook his head. “No. No, Emily. Over a year ago, Emily, my life was taken from me,
and that tends to make you reanalyze your life and the people in it. And I came up with
about the sum total of eight people who truly mean a shit to me. Mom, Dad, Lesley Lu,
Bobbie, Ruby, Nikolas, Elizabeth… and you. I love you Emily.”
It's still gonna snow
And it's still gonna rain
The wind's gonna blow
On a cold winter's day
Emily felt tears come to her eyes and she smiled. “I love you too, you know that.
Hey, I mean, how many purple snow cones did we share….”
“No… God, you don’t get it.” Lucky grabbed her hands in his
desperately. She had to get this. “I.. All the snowcones in the world, purple, red,
green, blue, clear… they could never equal what I feel for you.” He looked into
her eyes and saw slow recognition in the bottomless pools of brown loveliness. Slowly he
leaned forward and brought his lips to her, kissing her tenderly yet passionately. Leaning
back ever so slightly he leaned his forehead on hers. “I love you.”
Emily looked away and tried to slow the beat of her heart. “Lucky, let’s go
outside.”
Lucky looked at her, troubled. “What’s wrong?”
Emily silently took his hand and led him outside. They sat on the bench surrounding the
fountain of dolphins, the dim yellow mood lighting barely illuminating their faces. “Look,
I know the past two months have been real hard and confusing, but please Lucky, don’t
confuse friendship for love.”
Lucky’s jaw nearly dropped. “That’s what you…” He stood. “No,
Emily, I’m not confused. I love you.”
And I promise you now
You won't ever be lonely
Emily drew her legs up to her chin, the pain in her chest throbbing. “Lucky, I’ve
loved you since I met you. I’ve loved you like that… but I didn’t always
know it.”
Lucky sat next to her, putting his hand on her back. “Then what’s the problem?”
“Because a year ago, I was still just a friend, and you were in love… with Liz.”
“And I do love Liz.” Emily turned from him but he forced her to look at him.
“As a person. I always will. She was my first girl, my first kiss. But you, you were
my first real friend. My first crush. The first real person I really connected with. Liz
and me, we started out real quick and dramatically. It was easy to get swept away and call
it love. It was real easy. And maybe it was… but when I came back and saw she was
with Jason… that didn’t hurt as much as when she left me sitting on the porch,
cold and distant and telling her to go to hell. When I got here, I hated everybody, except
my Dad… cause he was dead, and I couldn’t.”
“Don’t you see… that time, that horrible time with Cesar Faison, it taught
me that real emotions don’t develop overnight. And with Liz… it was overnight…
I felt guilty, and I did feel love, for this girl who was raped, because she had a crush
on me and I didn’t return it. And yeah, I did get to know her, and really truly love
her, but she never replaced you. Emily, you’ve always occupied a large part of my
heart. Just like you said, I just didn’t always realize it. I did though. When
dreaming of her did nothing but hurt me and make me angry, but dreaming of you gave a
comfort like nothing else did. And I just, I came to realize, that I did love you…
and I always have.”
You're safe from the world
Wrapped in my arms
And I'll never let go
Baby, here's where it starts
“Lucky…”
Lucky smiled and touched her face. “It’s okay, you don’t believe me. You
don’t trust it yet.”
“It’s not that…”
“No, it’s okay Emily, cause I’ll prove it to you. I won’t let you push
me away. Just like you did for me. You kept on and kept on and kept on. And if that’s
what I have to do to prove to you that I do love you, like that, then I will. Cause I do
Emily… and you’ll see.” He nodded to himself. “I’ll make you see.”
Emily let him lead her to the dance floor once again, her heart in her throat as he took
her into his arms and they began to dance once again to the sweet tender music pulsing
through the romantically charged room. She closed her eyes and thought about the previous
couple of months since he’d been back.
And I promise you now
You won't ever be lonely
…2 months ealier…
“Just leave me alone.”
Emily could practically feel her heart tear as she watched her best friend, back from the
dead, turn inside out before her very eyes. “I won’t Lucky. You can’t push
me away forever!”
“Why not? What do you want from me?!” Lucky yelled, his voice strained, hard,
and bitter.
“I want you to trust me. I want you to believe in me again. I love you Lucky Spencer,
and I will not stand by and watch you self destruct.” Emily pleaded with him.
“Why should you be any different?” He asked, consciously making his voice calm
and void of any emotion. “Elizabeth moved on. Nikolas couldn’t care less. They
all knew when to leave… why don’t you?” He walked to the edge of the pier
and gazed down into the dark murky water.
Here's a shoulder you can cry on
And a love you can rely on
“Cause, I know what it feels like. You don’t know how to deal with anything.
With anyone, so you tell them to get lost. And eventually, when they do, that’s when.
That’s when you realize you need them. You need them bad, but they walked away, and
you told them to.” Emily walked forward and her hand reached forward to take hold of
Lucky’s shoulder, dangling in the air apprehensively. “Lucky, you need someone
to be there for you, and I’m gonna be, whether you like it or not, okay?”
“And what if I were to say no? Not okay?” Lucky asked, closing his eyes as he
felt himself start to melt to her soothing voice. Her familiar scent. Her Emilyness.
Emily grabbed onto both his arms at the same time, firmly but not roughly. “I’d
say too bad mister, cause I’m here to stay… you’re stuck.” She wrapped
her arms around his torso and held him to her gently.
Lucky let out what was supposed to be a groan but was actually a sigh and tilted his head
back and leaned it against the top of hers. “I don’t know how to do this Em. It
hurts. It hurts so bad.”
Life may not always go your way
Every once in a while
You might have a bad day
“You can tell me Lucky. You can tell me anything.”
Lucky took a deep breath and sat down on the bench. “I don’t know how to say it
Em. I… I’ve never said it outloud. Mom is making me go to Gail, but I just…
I just sit there. I don’t trust her. I don’t trust anyone. Everything I knew…
everything I was so sure of… so cocky about… before, now? God, now, I just don’t
know anything.”
Emily sat next to him and took his hand in hers. She traced her hand on it, studying the
cuts and scars that now covered his arms, his hands, his legs. What had happened to him?
“Nobody really does Lucky. Lots of people think they do, but nobody knows what will
happen and when. Or why.”
He drew his knees up to his chest and rolled his head around to loosen up the taught
muscles. “It’s hard to talk about what I… what he…. What happened Em.
I’m sorry.”
Emily reached up and brushed his hair back. “You don’t have to. It’s okay.
I’m just saying Lucky, if you want to, if you need to… I’m here. I’ll
listen to anything it is you need to say.”
Lucky looked away and started to speak. Instead he let out a muffled sob, buried his head
in his hands and started to cry, finally. Wordlessly, Emily took his trembling form into
her arms and rocked him gently back and forth. “It hurts… it hurts so bad Emily.”
He sobbed. “Nothing’s ever hurt so bad.”
But I promise you now
You won't ever be lonely
“What’s wrong?”
Emily shook her head, looking at her surroundings, bringing herself back to the here and
now. “Nothing, why?”
Lucky looked at her intensely through his ice blue eyes. “Cause,” He said, bring
up a hand to wipe at her cheek. “You’re crying.”
Emily brought a hand up to see that yes, infact she was crying. “Oh, uh, sorry, I was
just… just thinking.”
Lucky sighed and looked away. “I’ve ruined you night haven’t I. Damnit why
did I have to bring it up tonight of all nights…”
Emily brought up a hand to his lips, causing him to stop talking. “Shhh. Lucky, you’ve
done nothing except make this night so, so, so much more special.” She smiled at his
relieved look. “Thank you Lucky.”
He smirked and raised his eyebrows. “But of course… I am Spencer, and us Spencer
men know how to have a good time for all.
Emily smiled and reached up to brush away a lock of fallen dirty blond hair from his eye.
“You sure do.” She whispered, pulling his head to hers.
Lucky took a shuddering breath as he kissed her, fighting hard to control himself. Finally
they broke apart. “Em, what was that about?”
“I believe you.”
Lucky smiled. “Why? Not that I’m complaining… but ten minutes ago you didn’t.”
Emily smiled tearfully up at him. “Because, you Spencer men… you’re fun,
and your cocky, and your romantic… but one thing you’re not… is liars.”
She tilted her head into his hand as he stroked her cheek. “I love you too Lucky.”
Lucky blinked as a tear came out of his eyes. “I love you, I love you, I love you…
God, it never sounds like enough. Tell me again.”
“I…” Emily kissed his forehead. “Love..” She kissed his nose.
“You…” She wrapped her arms around his neck and touched her forehead to his
and ever so slowly their mouths came together for the most passionate, the most romantic
kiss, there ever was in the history of all kisses. The pain in Lucky’s heart dulled
and the ache in Emily’s head subsided, for everything they felt and needed
disappeared with that one, perfect kiss. A kiss shared between two best friends, two
lovers…. two soul-mates. Emily Quartermaine and Lucky Spencer… together at last.
And I promise you now
You won't ever be lonely
No you won't ever be lonely
Later...
He put the guitar down and brushed the fly away blond hair out of her face.
"That was so beautiful." She said, smiling wistfully.
He smiled and looked away. "Yeah, that was okay."
She swatted at him. "Okay? Are you joking?!" She laughed with
a throughly confused look on her pretty heart-shaped face. "That was more that
just okay."
"Oh, Sky, you just don't know what you're talking about. You haven't heard my
cousin and me play. We make this sound like New Kids On The Block compared to BB
King!" He said, his eyes lighting up.
Sky laughed. "What is this obsession with Blues? I mean, most kids our
age wouldn't even know blues if they heard it!"
"They don't know what they're missing."
"Okay, granted Sly, you turned me on to blues..." She swatted at his
predatory wiggling of the eyebrows as she said the words 'turned me on'... "but,
you... you're obsessed."
Sly smiled whistfully as he thought of the late Luke Spencer. "What can I
say... I had an enthusiastic influence."
Sky put her hand on his arm. "Hey, I'm sorry. I knew your uncle is the
one who taught you and I also knew he's... gone... it was completely thoughtless of me to
bring it up like that..."
Sly gazed lovingly at her. "Hey, it's okay Blue." He said,
affectionately touching the side of her cheek as he called her by his favorite pet name.
"I know you didn't mean no harm."
"So, when am I going to meet this cousin of yours huh? You come and see him
like, every weekend, and I've never met him."
"Oh, don't get insulted... he's had a rough go of it for the past two months... no
scratch that, two years actually... and I just didn't think he was up to seeing or meeting
new people." He winked. "Even if they are as beautiful, caring, and
understanding as you."
"So, okay, we're in Port Charles now... why exactly are we in the Park and not
meeting Lucky?" She asked, reveling in the feel of his strong, sensitive hand
intertwining with hers.
"He's taking Em to her prom. He said he'd meet us here afterwards."
He chuckled lightly. "After what I don't know, but anyway..."
"Do you're ears itch Emily... my ears itch."
Sly smiled and turned his head to watch his more-like-a-brother cousin walk up with his
long lost best friend of his childhood years. "You know what that means!"
Emily said, smiling at Lucky, pretending to have not seen Sly and Sky.
"What a surprise, Lucky... Em... we were just talking about you." Sly
said, standing, his heart swelling with love as it did everytime he saw either cousin or
friend.
Lucky's Spencer smirk covered his face. "Hey man, how's it going?"
He asked, hugging Sly.
Sky smiled shyly at him as Emily took his place in hugging Sly hello. "So,
you're Sky huh?" Lucky asked, sitting indian style on the blanket they had
spread out.
Emily sat next to him, once again, capturing his hand. This developement did not
escape Sly. "So... cous... what's up?" He asked, eyeing the hand
holding teens.
Emily blushed while Lucky's grin widened. "So, it's Sky and Sly eh?
Cute."
"Oh God..." Sky said, smiling and covering her face. "Not
another person making fun of my damn name huh?!"
Lucky spread his arms out innocently. "Hey, I wasn't making fun. A
beautiful name for a beautiful lady right?" He said gallantly. He was
rewarded by a slap on the left side from Emily and a punch on the right from Sly.
"hey hey, now, no harm, no foul, I was just being gracious!" He
said, starting to laugh.
"Yeah, well, don't be so gracious." Emily playfully growled.
"Aw..." Lucky cooed, kissing her lightly on the mouth, smiling at her
possessiveness.
"Well, there went all doubts... ya'll finally wised up and decided to hook up?"
Sly asked bluntly.
"Nah, we're just friends." Lucky said seriously.
Emily smiled and wriggled her eyebrows. "With benefits ofcourse."
Sly, Emily, and Lucky cracked up laughing at Sky's shocked face. "We're
joking Sky."
"I... I knew that... well, I hoped anyway!" Sky said, relaxing and
laughing along.
"Ooooh, Sly, you brought your guitar! Play somethin'." Emily begged.
"They're the best!" She said, leaning towards Sky.
"They're like, completely on the same wavelength... god they sound good
together."
Lucky laughed. "Well, now that you've built us up to an impossible
level...."
"Let's hear BB King Sly." Sky said, winking at Sly.
Lucky eyed Sky. "Sly... you're dating a chick who thinks BB King can be played
on guitar?"
Sly laughed. "Joke Spencer... had to be there." He strummed a few
chords on the guitar. "So, ya in or what buddy?"
"What are you kidding... I'm always in. What do you wanna play?"
Lucky asked, getting up and sitting next to Sly as he moved to the cement bench.
"How bout that song we've been working on?" Sly asked, looking at Lucky a
little uncertainly.
Lucky looked away. "I don't know man... I don't think it's ready... I
mean..."
"Hey..." Sly said, putting a hand on Lucky's arm. "It's okay,
if you don't wanna sing it, fine... but bro, the song's ready."
Lucky caught eyes with him. "Ya think?"
"I know."
Lucky bit his lip. "Okay." He said, smiling slowly as he nodded.
"Go."
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the up's and down's
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
Without even realizing it, Sky and Emily both leaned forward as Sly played the acoustic
and Lucky's melodic voice intermingled with the perfectly executed chords. Emily
wasn't surprised at the talent. Both Lucky and Sly had always had it. They
were born in it. It was in their blood. What she was surprised at was the raw
emotion Lucky's voice and face showed as he closed his eyes and sang. And Sky
couldn't take her eyes off of Sly. His hands effortlessly flew through the chords as
if he'd been playing since the womb. He was right. By himself, he was good.
But with Lucky. With Lucky, it was natural. It was the way it was
supposed to be. He was born to play guitar to Lucky's beautiful voice, and Lucky was
born to sing to Sly's beautiful chords. It was written in the stars that way.
I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want
Eighteen, I just don't know what I want
Eighteen, I gotta get away
I've gotta get out of this place
I'll go running in outer space
Oh Yeah
Sly wasn't even looking at his guitar. He was looking at Lucky. God, he loved
him. When he'd found out he was 'dead', he had seriously considered taking his own
life. Sure, he hadn't really been around since he'd moved in with Jenny, even if it
was only about an hour and a half commute, but he'd never felt their connection break.
He'd always felt like Lucky was his brother. His soulmate in life. And
now that Lucky was dead... God, how could Sly live on? Lucky was the reason Sly was
still alive. Lucky and Luke. And then, of all things to convince Sly not to
kill himself, Luke killed himself. And in doing that, he made Sly realize that
people suffered enought with one death, who was he to burden them with his? But he
still grieved. And he still blamed himself. If only he had still lived in PC.
If only they had shared an apartment. If only... but then he'd met Sky, and
she'd taught him about the beautiful things in life again. How to 'smell the roses'
per say. A!
nd most of all... she taught to love again. To live again. Then it turned out
that Lucky wasn't dead after all, and Sly had never been happier.
I've gotta baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talking about
Feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt
She saw him flinch. She saw his eyelids jumping back and forth. She heard his
voice crack, the tears start to flow. But she dind't interrupt. What she
wanted to do was go up there, wrap her arms around him, rock him, and tell him it was
okay. It was all going to be okay. But she knew... he had to do this. He
had to deal with some of the pain on his own. He had to go through it to be done
with it. And he was here with his friends. He was surrounded here by people
that loved him, here in Port Charles. Here in the Park with her and Sly. And
she got the feeling, even maybe Sky. When he'd come back, broken, bruised, and
hateful, Emily had been afraid. She had been so afraid. What if he really is
dead? What if his body is here, alive and breathing, but his soul is dead and
buried, right along with his role model's. His hero's. His Dad's. What
if he won't ever be the same? What if Lucky... is no longer Lucky? But she
vowed, no matter how long it took, if Lucky, i!
f her Lucky, was buried under this cold, hard exterior, she would surface him. Even
if it took her her whole life, she would not abandon him. She would love him til it
killed him... or till it killed her.
Cause I'm
Eighteen, I get confused everyday
Eighteen, I just don't know what to say
Eighteen, I gotta get away
They looked alike. The same smirk, the same smile. Same wriggle of the
eyebrow. Same loving blue eyes. Same cute little, barely seeable dimples.
Same tortured souls. Whe she had first met Sly, he had been in a bad way.
He was angry. He was dangerous. He needed help, and, Sky decided, he
needed her. So, she changed her schedule to match his as best she could. And
she timed going to her locker to coincide with his. And he continued to push her
away. Oh, he was never outright rude to her... he was always pleasant enough.
As pleasant as anyone who hated everyone. But he hated no-one as much as he
hated himself. So, she watched him trudge through the halls. Her heart broke
as she saw him walk in a complete daze, eyes glossy with unshed tears. And one day,
she had gotten a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. Without ever knowing
why or how she got there, she pulled up in front of the Eckerdt's split level home and
rushed inside, brushing past a very startl!
ed Aunt setting the dinner table. She'd rushed into his room just in time to see him
cut his wrist. She'd bandaged it and stayed all night with him in the hospital where
they kept him 'just to keep an eye on him'. From then on, he stuck with her.
He let her in a little more each day, and finally he healed a little bit. Sky
realized then and there... she loved him. She really loved Sly. And then he
could finally breath again.
Oh, lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle, the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
He could feel the tension draining out of him. Feel the hurt, the panic, the
desperation litterally being taken off of his shoulders. Sure, he had been getting
better. Gradually, slowly, being able to breath again. As Lucky opened his
eyes he looked at the person who had made that possible. The one person he had let
help him. The one persone who had truly wanted to help him. Not because of
some duty. Not because it was what was expected. Not because she wanted
something out of it. But because she truly loved him. The him that he had
buried deep inside. The him that was true. The him that had bought purple
snowcones for her. The him that had run away with her to find her only living aunt
because her mother had just died and would do anything... anything... to take the pain out
of her chocolate brown eyes, even if just for a second. The him that finally
realized he loved her. He always had. He always would. But singing...
and most of all singing to her... with !
Sly, the only other human on the face of this earth besides her that would possibly
understand Lucky... singing he let himself go. He let himself relive the pain, in
hopes that it would all drain out this time. That if he could just get through it
one more time, he'd never have to think about it or deal with it ever again.
I'm Eighteen and I like it
Yes I like it
Well I like it, love it, like it, love it
Eighteen, Eighteen, Eighteen
I'm Eighteen and I like it