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I read the note like three times. I don’t know why. It didn’t make any more sense then the first time I read it… His box? What box? The box Will signed for? What the hell was going on here? My mind was spinning.

I folded the note up and shoved it back in my purse. Gerard wasn’t gonna be happy about this, that’s for sure. There's no way he's gonna let me go meet up with this guy… No fucking way… I debated for a second about just not telling him, but his words echoed in my head…about what he wanted from me- ‘The truth…the whole truth and nothing but the truth’… I laughed to myself… “Oh Gerard” I sighed a little as I opened the door. Sometimes he's so silly!

“What?” A voice replies. I look up startled. It was Gerard. Standing in the middle of the hallway. He was suppose to be downstairs, waiting for me in the kitchen…not fucking upstairs…not outside the bathroom door… and especially not so close to Paul… I was gonna tell him that too, and I guess he knew it was coming by the expression on my face cause he blurts out. “Uh -I got lost.”

I roll my eyes a little. “Isn’t that my line?” I tease him and he smiles as he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me against him.

“Well maybe if you finished giving me that tour of the house.” He says pressing his face down into my neck and I giggle at the feeling of his breath on my neck.

“You want me to show you the door.” Pauls voice booms out from behind us. I turn abruptly.

“Quiet!” I hiss at him. “You're gonna wake the kids again!” I tell him and he shrugs.

“I'm serious Elle, he ain’t staying here.” Paul says and I cross my arms on my chest and look over at him roughly.

“You want me to go down and call your mom and tell her I'm leaving?” I say and Paul just looked at me. I know he didn’t… I mean first of all his mom would be super pissed and second of all he’d have to stay home with his brothers tomorrow and miss his meet… Which I really don’t think he’d mind but David would…

Paul kinda made a face at me. “I'm serious Paul. He goes- I go.” I say firmly and Paul shrugs.

“You go Elle, you never come back.” He says and I try not to smile. Was that suppose to be some kinda threat?

“Whatever.” I shrug.

“Then fucking call her.” He says and I look at him in disbelief. I’ll be damned! I think he really meant it! “No, you know what, I’ll call her.” He says stepping into his room and picking the phone up off the floor. He pounded some numbers in and I stood in the doorway watching.

Fuck… He really did call his mom… Fed her some bullshit story about how I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go home. He handed me the phone and I had to lie to Jen, which I hated, you know I had to ‘go along with’ what Paul had said. I felt awful about it too… I hate lying… Jen said she hoped I’d feel better and all this crap before hanging up.

“Come on Gerard, let’s go.” I say taking his hand in mine and tugging him slightly towards the stairs.

“So you're leaving?” I hear Paul say and I glance back up at him from halfway down the steps. “Well, if you change your mind love, you know where to find me.” He says as he fucking winks at me. I roll my eyes in response and he shrugs and shuts his door laughing to himself… fucker... Gerard didn’t say anything…

I waited until we were in the car and I handed Gerard the metal thingy. He just sat staring at it so intently, but still not saying anything.

“Told you I wasn’t dreaming.” I said softly and he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and started the truck up. “So umm you wanna stop for some coffee on the way home?” I suggest.

“Coffee?” He says like he's never heard of it.

“Uh yeah...coffee.” I say as we start out on to the road. He's still looking at me like I have two heads. “You know that black shit you cant seem to live with out.” I tell him and he faintly smiles. “So what that’s a no?” I ask. I mean what the fuck? He loves coffee…

“Uh no.” He says and I shrug as he continues to stare over at me.

“Why not?” I say and he frowns a little. “Cause it’s the middle of the night?” I offer when he doesn’t answer me. “Cause you know I've seen you drink coffee later than this.” I say and he arched his eyebrow up. “I mean a few more hours and its practically morning right?” I babble. “I mean then you can drink it so why not now, why does coffee have to have a time restriction.” I carry on and he makes a face.

“Elle, stop with the coffee.” He says and I stop talking.

“What?” I ask him and he arches his eyebrows up again. “I'm just trying to make conversation Gerard!” I tell him and he smiles a little in disbelief.

“You wanna make conversation?” He says grinning at me. “Lets make conversation.” He says and I frown at his tone. It was the same one Paul uses when he talks down to me. But not meanly talking down. It was more like a ‘you don’t even know I'm talking down to you tone.” And I hated it…

“Gerard.” I say biting my lip a little. He totally ignored me… Or maybe he didn’t see cause he turned his attention on to the road, adjusting his mirrors slightly… Well my mirrors. It was my truck still…

“Let’s talk about what the fuck happened before.” He says lowering his voice down.

“Let’s talk about you not treating me like this.” I say loudly and he frowns.

“Like what?” He asks looking at me blankly and I think he really didn’t know what I was getting at.

“Like shit Gerard.” I say getting flustered. “Like I'm fucking stupid.” I say and he frowns.

“Elle, I didn’t mean-“ He tries to apologize and I look out the window biting my lip a little harder.

“You're worse than Paul.” I start to sniffle as he reaches over and puts his hand on my leg.

“What?” He gasps.

“No you are.” I insist. “I mean you said it yourself Paul is just an ass, I don’t expect anything from him. But you.” I say sniffling again. “You think I'm stupid.” I say trying not to cry. “You think I'm… I'm…” I started to cry, unable to control my emotions anymore.

“I do not think you're stupid Elle.” He says squeezing my leg and I look over at him. “I don’t.” He repeats as I wipe my tear stained cheeks.

“Then why do you talk to me like that?” I ask and he frowned and didn’t say anything, He was trying to think of a reason I guess…

“I just don’t understand you sometimes.” He finally says to me as we drove towards my house. “I just don’t know what's going on in that head of yours baby.” He says and I just looked at him. “You always…” He starts to say as I stared at him.

“I what?” I ask.

“You act like if you ignore things they’ll go away.” He says and I make a face.

“I do not.” I tell him.

“You do.” He replies. “You never want to face anything.” He tells me and I look away. He was right, but I wouldn’t admit it… “You think I wanna talk about what time is a good time for coffee?” He says and I frown. “And I know you're not stupid.” He says. “You’d obviously rather talk about ‘coffee’ then what happened before.” He tells me as I stared out the window…

I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut but I didn’t dare… I wanted to disappear, but I couldn’t… He wouldn’t let me…

“Well I'm sorry Gerard if I'm not like you.” I say a little defensively looking over at him. “I'm sorry that I don’t enjoy sitting around in a dark basement wallowing in my pain.” I say meanly. It was uncalled for and I knew it… “I'm sorry.” I say instantly and he nodded like it was okay.

It was silent for a moment…

“I just thought that maybe you wanted some coffee that’s all.” I say softly breaking the silence and he didn’t say anything. “I wasn’t trying to ignore things or pretend like nothing happened… I'm worried about you, I know you're upset and I thought coffee might make you feel better.” I add and he shakes his head a little.

“Worried about me?” He says and I nod.

“I don’t like to see you upset.” I tell him and he laughs lightly. “Aren’t you upset?” I ask confused by his laughter…

“Of course I'm upset.” He says loudly and I frown. I guess his laughter was supposed to be sarcastic? I don’t know… I'm so fucking tired I can hardly think anymore… “What the fuck Elle!” He says nodding towards Rays metal piece on the floor.

“Oh is this about Rays car?” I ask and he just looked at me. “Mmm you think he can fix it?” I ask and Gerard opened his mouth to say something and then paused. He pressed his lips together and just looked at me for a moment like he was thinking hard about what he wanted to say…

“Lets just stay focused.” He finally says and I nod stupidly. I was gonna ask ‘focused on what?’ but I didn’t get a chance…”What the fuck happened Elle?” He asks me and I look up at him. “With Will.” He adds.

“Um you were there.” I point out a little confused by his question.

“I mean just now.” He tensed up and I tried my best to focus.

“Um nothing happened just now with Will.” I paused and thought carefully. “I havent seen him since this morning, why have you?” I added a little panic stricken.

“Wait are you saying it WASN’T Will?” Gerard questions me raising his voice up slightly.

“No I already said it was some strange man I never saw before.” I say a little confused.

“I thought you were just lying to Paul!” He says and I make a face.

“I don’t lie Gerard you know that.” I say and he frowns.

“Then who the fuck was it?” Gerard asks.

“You mean the guy?” I reply and he presses his lips together tightly looking at me… It was so damn sexy too… I found my mind starting to wander… I was imagining his lips pressed like that against my-

“Yes.” He says and I smile lost in my thoughts. He was frowning… Oh fuck… focus Elle! Didn’t you hear him before? F-O-C-U-S…

“I already told you I don’t know.” I say shaking my head a little.

“Then why are you bringing up Will?” He snaps at me a little.

“Um I didn’t you did, but you know Will does have my box and I need it by friday.” I say plainly and he just looked at me like I wasn’t making any sense.

“Okay just tell me exactly what happened okay Elle?” He says and I could tell he was trying so hard to stay calm. “I left and then-“ He starts me off.

So I told him everything- how I couldn’t sleep… how I tossed and turned… how the guy just walked in, saying something about a box and some guy named Chris… and how I asked him if he was Chris and he laughed and then I asked if he was my dad and he laughed again. Which was pretty stupid on my part. The guy was way too young to be my dad…

Then he made me describe the guy, which was hard cause I really didn’t get such a good look at him. Not through all those tears…

“-So I figure what ever was in that box must be damn important if he wants it so bad.” I say and Gerard makes a face.

“Who says he wants it?” He asks me and I look away. “He ‘said’ he wants it?” Gerard says and I could see him thinking. I mean I could see him going through everything I had just said in his mind…

“No he didn’t ‘say’ he wants it, he umm wrote it.” I mumble as we pulled into my driveway.

“Wrote it?” Gerard frowns at me.

“Why is Bobs car here?” I ask as I pulled the paper from my pocket.

“Aw fuck.” Gerard grumbles frowning a little. “Bobs here.” He says and I make a face.

“I just said that Gerard. I'm asking you why.” I say as he takes the paper from me.

“I told him he could bring his date back here.” Gerard says and I frown.

“When?!” I demand.

“At breakfast.” Gerard says and I continue to frown.

“Don’t you think you should’ve asked me?” I say a little upset and Gerard just looked at me like why… “Cause its my fucking house!” I cry out as Gerard unfolded the notepaper.

“Your house?” He says crumbling the paper a little in his hand with out looking down at it.

“Uh yeah.” I say trying not to sound too bitchy.

“Is that how it’s gonna be Elle?” Gerard says and I frown a little confused. “Was Lia right?” He says to me.

“About what?” I ask.

“Is everything gonna be yours?” He says and I'm still confused. “I mean your house. Your truck. Your money. Your everything right?” He says and I frown. “She was right I have nothing to give you.” He says and I shake my head a little.

“That’s not what I meant Gerard.” I try to tell him. “I don’t give a fuck about sharing, or what's mine or what's yours.” I say a little frustratedly… “Its just damn… you told Bob he could bring that bimbo back here.” I say making a face.

“Elle, come on!” He laughs.

“I'm serious Gerard.” I frown looking at the house. It was pretty dark. There was a faint light on in the living room but that was it…

“Elle I doubt he's fucking her in your bed.” Gerard laughs.

“Our bed.” I say and he smiles. “and he better not be Gerard!” I say shaking my head a little. “Cause that’s just wrong, being in someone else’s bed.” I say and Gerard laughs and I can’t help but laugh too at my hypocrisy… “I just…ugh.” I groan picking my bag up off the floor.

“I thought Bob was your bestest friend.” Gerard teases me.

“He is.” I reply as we get out.

“So you don’t want him here?” Gerard asks and I shake my head no.

“No I don’t care if ‘he’s’ here.” I reply.

“Then what's the problem Elle?” He asks and I didn’t say anything… The problem was… I didn’t know. “Elle?” Gerard says as we go up the steps and I shrug a little as he pulled his key out.

“I just don’t like strangers in my house.” I say not sounding to convincing.

“You mean his girlfriend?” Gerard says and I make a face.

“She's not his girlfriend!” I say louder then I mean to. “She's just some slut he picked up and I don’t like it.” I say roughly.

“Obviously not.” Gerard says looking me over.

“Look, I don’t know why the thought of Bob and some slut pisses me off but it does.” I say and he just continued to look at me funny.

“You're not jealous are you?” He teases me as he went to unlock the door and hesitated looking over my face…

“Jealous?” I smirk a little. Jealous? I don’t think so…

“Elle baby you got a thing for Bob…?”