Georgie: Sure! Run away. Why didn't I think
of that? I mean, just walk out the door into whatever. The hell with
being grounded and this stupid job. I mean just hit the old road, right?
Dillon: Right. We'd be to the coast in
an hour. Head south to Virginia, follow the Barrier Islands all the
way down to Florida. No worries. No hurry.
Georgie: You're serious.
Dillon: You're not?
Georgie: I don't know. You really want
Dillon: I am leaving, Georgie. I just...I
think it would be a heck of a lot more fun if you came along.
Georgie: This is...this is crazy.
Dillon: No, it's not crazy. It's not. It's...it's
called being alive, you know? Living in the moment. It...no
adults, no rules, nobody telling us what to do or how to act. The only
things matters is...is the next thing on the map.
Georgie: Mac would go ballistic.
Dillon: Oh, forget that! Forget Mac! This
is your life. You live it the way you want to. Say you'll come with
Ok, you know what? You've been listening to every voice in your head
but the one that counts...yours. Come on, Georgie. I know you, and I
can see that you want to do this.
Georgie: It's not about wanting to go.
It's just...what would I tell Mac.
Dillon: You're not getting this. You don't
tell Mac or your sister or anybody. You just...go.
Georgie: My family would be so worried.
(Sighs and heads inside)
Dillon: (follows her) Oh. OK So...so we
get to somewhere and you make a phone call on the way to somewhere else.
OK, and you let everybody know that your fine...not that Mac deserves
that kind of consideration. I mean, looks what he's making you do all
summer long, work like an indentured servant. You're a teenage for crying
out loud, (southern accent) it just ain't natural. (Normal voice) (Georgie
smiles and considers it) Look, I...I know you could stay here and play
the good girl, plan your life out for the next twenty years, set yourself
on course. And I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that,
I'm not, but isn't life better if you just...if you don't know what's
around the next corner? Isn't it supposed to be this this grand, amazing
(Georgie smiles) You know, I don't know much...I but I know that I want
to wake up one morning, any given morning...and I don't want to know
what's going to happen that day. But you know something? More than anything
else, I really think I want to look over and see you.
Georgie: (smiles) I could like that
Dillon: So you'll go?
Georgie: Yes. Yes. Yes.
Dillon: (Excited) Yes! Yes!
Georgie: But...but wait a minute. I can't
just disappear on my family. I have to leave Mac a note telling him
Dillon: OK, all right. Compromise. Compromise?
Um...you write your dad a note, but you make sure that we are long gone
by the time he gets it somehow, OK?
Georgie: (Shakes his hand) Deal.
Dillon: I'm going to go get us some wheels
(runs out and walks outside to see Kyle getting off his motorcycle)
Kyle: Ah. Nice, huh? Maybe if you're a
good little boy, mommy will get you one with training wheels. (Hits
his shoulder) Oh. Sorry, I forgot...mommy dumped you. (Walks inside)
(Back inside ~ Georgie just finished her note to Mac)
Georgie's Voice: "Dear Mac, By the
time you get this, I'll be...oh, I don't know exactly where I'll be.
That's kind of the point."
(Georgie folds up the paper and Maxie walks up)
Maxie: Ooh. Writing a letter to your boyfriend?
Georgie: It's for Mac. (Turns to face her)
I'm taking off.
Maxie: Taking off? What's that supposed
Georgie: I'm leaving Port Charles and I
may never come back.
Maxie: You can't mean this
Georgie: Why not? Because it's not my role?
I"m not supposed to be able to do anything on my own, just because
I feel like it?
Maxie: Taking off out of nowhere, that's
just not you, Georgie.
Georgie: How would you know? Have you ever
bothered to ask what I want? (Gets up and starts to leave)
Georgie: (Turns around) Yeah?
Maxie: I'm asking now.
Georgie: Sit. (They both sit down at a
table) (Sighs) I want to feel all my senses engaged at once before I
wake up one day and realize my life's over.
Maxie: I think you've got a while, Georgie.
Georgie: Come on Maxie, don't patronize
me. It drives me nuts. I'm tired of being the good girl, with her head
stuck in a book, the smart one. I don't want to read about romance...there
are a whole bunch of novels written by repressed women a hundred years
ago. I want to wake up one morning and not know what's going to happen
next. Maybe I'll look over and see...
Maxie: This doesn't even sound like you
Georgie: Like I said, you wouldn't know.
I really want to do this, Maxie. And you owe me for all the times I've
covered for you.
Maxie: OK What do you want me to do?
Georgie: Give this letter Mac (gives her
letter)...tomorrow. This time, not a minute before. Dillon and
I need some time to get away.
Maxie: There's no way I can talk you out
Georgie: Not a chance.
Georgie: You promise you'll hold onto that
letter and not show anyone?
Maxie: I promise.
(Both stand up and hug)
Maxie: You be careful. And you stay in
touch with me on your cell phone, OK?
Georgie: I will.
Maxie: You little brat. I'm going to miss
Georgie: Don't you dare make me cry, Maxie.
I've got to go. Bye. (Turns to leave)
(Georgie walks outside and finds Dillon on Kyle's bike)
Dillon: Hop on. The open road awaits.
Georgie: Tell me you didn't.
Dillon: Not for you to worry about, the
guy has it coming big time. Let's go.
Georgie: OK (Takes her clip out of her
hair and picks up the helmet and puts it on)
Dillon: Come on. Helmet.
Georgie: All right. (Climbs on)
(Dillon puts on a helmet and drives off)
(Dillon opens the door and then drops his bookbag)
Dillon: Whoo! (Jumps onto the bed)
Georgie: Ooh! I can't believe it! My first
hotel room without my mom, my sister...I can do whatever I want.
Dillon: I knew you'd love it.
Georgie: Oh! And that bike...(Dillon shuts
the door) I felt like I was flying. I am...Oh my God.
Dillon: Yeah. She was a beauty. It's too
bad we had to give her up.
Georgie: I thought I was going to die
when you drove Kyle's bike up the back of that guy's truck.
Dillon: Yeah, well he's...he's in for a
big shock when he hits Iowa.
Georgie: Right. Then he'll call the police
and Kyle will have reported it stolen and it'll be on every cops computer,
Dillon: That's if he doesn't decide
to keep it for himself. And even if he does turn it in, we're going
to be long gone by then. And besides that, you know what? I thought
we had a deal that we were only going to think ahead, not back.
Georgie: You're going to have to be patient.
Dillon: There's no need. The only moment
that matters in the whole world is this one. So use it.
Dillon: I don't know. We're here. It's
up to you. What do you want to do?
Georgie: I think I want to kiss
(Dillon smiles and then stands up and walks over to her. Places a hand
on the side of her face and leans down and kisses her)
kissing until Georgie pulls away)
Dillon: What? (Georgie goes over to the
bed and sits down) What?
Georgie: Nothing. It's...
Dillon: Well, wait a minute (sits down
next to her) if there's anything I did that you don't like, you need
to let me know, because...
Georgie: No, no. Dillon. Dillon, I swear
it's...this whole living-in-the-moment stuff is all new to me. I can't
help thinking about...about the plan I mean, do we even have a little
one? Like, how we're going to eat?
Dillon: Well, yeah. I mean, I've got some
cash put away. And thanks to my mom, we've got a lot of plastic, which
is going to last us a really long time if we're smart, so...
Georgie: OK Well, we've got a couple months
before we have to get back home for school, so...
Dillon: Home? Um...Port Charles isn't home
Georgie: Well not technically, but you
were planning to go back, right?
Dillon: Yeah. Yeah, I'll take you back
whenever you want. (Touches her cheek with his hand) Better?
Georgie: (Puts her hand on his arm) I'm
a little scared.
Dillon: Come here. Come here. (Scoots back
and leans against the headboard)
(Georgie scoots into him and they touch foreheads, holding each other.
He kisses her,she's obviously scared...almost to the point of tears)