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“They're just gone.” I sniffled as Gerard kinda knelt down next to me and put his one hand on my back and shuffled some of the clothes around with his other hand. He was mumbling something like they had to be here, but they just weren’t. And it was the worst feeling in the world –to be violated like that. To know that someone touched your stuff…

But it wasn’t just someone… it was Will, it had to be…and it made my skin crawl just thinking about it. I don't know what it was with Will and fucking underwear, but I had some satisfaction in knowing something that he didn’t. The truth was -it was a brand new pair. I hadn’t worn them yet. He thought he took something that was close to me and he actually didn’t. But still… what the fuck is wrong with him?

“He couldn’t have come up from Florida that quick, it’s a fucking fourteen hour drive.” Gerard mumbled under his breath and I frowned. I know he was doing the math in his head, or should I say struggling with the math in his head… It was cutting it close but it was definitely possible. I mean Will called late last night, but it wasn’t that late, and it was almost 3 o‘clock in the afternoon now.

“Yeah but it’s only a two hour plane ride.” I barely whispered back at him. I was afraid to speak too loudly…It was like I was scared if I did -that it would make it come true…

“Naw Elle, there’s no way...” Gerard said lowering his eyes a little and I just looked at him. Fuck -who was in denial now? I mean it was usually the other way around, him insistent and me denying it…

“Well they were here before and now they're gone. –Someone took them, someone was in my drawer.” I tell him, trying to be logical about it and he shot his eyes back up quickly.

“Bryar.” He sorta hissed as he looked over at Bob, who was standing casually by the window still. Took me a few seconds to realize he was implicating Bob did it. Bob however reacted immediately.

“What the fuck you saying?” Bob challenged him back and as he said it he mashed his cigarette into the ashtray and stepped forward from the window.

“Gerard!” I cried out as he jumped up. “Take it back!” I tell him frantically and he wouldn’t look at me, he had his eyes fixed on Bob.

“No.” He says stubbornly and then he nodded towards Bobs pockets. “Let’s see.” He tells him and Bob sorta smiled like he thought it was funny. I could tell just by looking at him that there was no way he was gonna empty his pockets for Gerard… And he shouldn’t have to! The idea that Bob would steal a pair of my underwear! It was just absurd!

“Fuck you Way.” Bob replied back and I bit my lip a little. Fuck, here we go with the last names again –that was never good.

“No I think you wanna fuck my girl.” Gerard snaps back at him and I jumped up off the floor myself now.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Gerard?!” I cried out in outrage as I stepped in front of him. I had my back towards Bob and I tried to push Gerard back slightly but he wouldn’t budge. I mean they were still quite a few feet apart from each other but they were all fucking wound up now. Gerard just ignored me and continued his verbal assault on Bob.

“Why don't you fucking feel through her shit again?” Gerard tells him, nodding towards my mess on the floor. “Cause that’s about as damn close to touching her as you're gonna get.” He tells him snidely and I gasped a little.

He was making it sound like Bob was after me and that just wasn’t true. Bob loved me and I loved him but it was just as friends. Gerard knows this! Everyone knows this! I don't know why he was becoming so insanely jealous all of a sudden… I mean I know he's stressed and shit, but he was taking it out on Bob and it wasn’t right…

“You're a motherfucking punk.” Gerard carries on and I can see Bob about to snap…

“Keep talking I'm gonna knock you on your ass Way.” Bob tell him pointing his finger at him and Gerard sorta smirked.

“Then do it!” Gerard replied throwing his hands in the air, like he was gonna let Bob take a shot at him and I freaked. Things were snowballing out of control now… And I don't even know why.

“Gerard please!” I cried out as I frantically tried to pull his arms down. I mean Bobby was serious about knocking him out.

“You had all fucking day to take a shot at me.” Gerard taunts him and I cringed.

“Wasn’t gonna upset my wife.” Bob replies and that just set Gerard off.

“Well she's upset now, so go ahead bitch.” He says stepping forward again and I grabbed on to him to stop him.

“No don't.” I tell him and he kinda peeled me off of him and pushed me to the side a little.

“Shut the fuck up and stay out of this Elle.” He says to me and I just looked at him in shock. I mean he cursed at me! He never talked to me like that before!

“Don't fucking talk to her like that.” Bob tells him and Gerard smirked once more.

“She’s my girl and I’ll talk to her anyway I want.” He tells him and I had this déjà vu moment… I mean I cant tell you the exact when, or the where, or even the why, but I know Paul said those exact words about me one time…and I remembered how it felt inside, and I hated it…

It was strange too because just last night, in this very same room no less, I was reveling in the fact that I ‘belonged’ to him. And now it just hurt to hear him talk about me like that…

No sooner did I feel the tears on my cheeks did Bob lunge forward at him, mumbling something about him making me cry. Bobs words from this morning echoed in my head and I just looked at them struggling on the floor in disgust.

I made no effort to fucking tear them apart. I didn’t cry, or yell out, or even beg them to stop… I don't think it would’ve made a difference if I did anyway… I was just so sickened by both of them. I mean I was mad at Gerard for fucking treating me like his property and at Bob for acting like I needed him to protect me.

“Fuck you both.” I tell them stepping over them and picking up my backpack. I shoved most of the crap back in and grabbed Bobs keys off the dresser. “When you're done killing each other I’ll be outside.” I tell them and I stormed off.

Fucking guys… I just don't understand them. I know Gerard was pissed cause of how Bob told me that shit about him selling to Oliver and Bob was pissed cause he says Gerard’s been lying to me. But come on!

And I knew that whole nod, shuffle, look at the floor thing they did this morning was just way to good to be true… Maybe this is how they settle shit? I mean I know Gerard and Frankie get into it all the time and they fuck around and I distinctly remember Gerard saying that just cause they beat the shit out each other that it doesn’t mean anything…

But I don't know. All I know is that there was so much fucking testosterone in that room that it was choking me… fuck… I really need to start hanging out with girls again. I mean these guys are just killing me!

I opened Bob’s trunk and tossed my backpack inside, my purse too and then I had second thoughts on that. I mean there was nothing in it besides oh, everything I owned really, but all I really wanted was my cigarettes. I pulled them out and lit one up and looked back at the doorway sadly… Neither Bob nor Gerard followed me out which meant they were still going at it…

As I took a deep drag off my cigarette I debated to myself if I should go back up and pull them apart? Maybe throw some water on them? I don't really know cause just then there was a faint rumbling behind me, like a car pulling up and then a buzzing-ish sound like the window being rolled down.

“Elle?” the voice said cutting my thoughts short and I looked over at the car. “Mmm get in, we need to talk.” He said and I just stood there, mid drag on my cigarette. The smoke had filled my lungs and I couldn’t find my voice for a second…

“Uh no I’d rather not.” I tell him coughing a little and he smiled.

“Oh I think you misunderstood me, Elle.” Will says sorta smiling at me faintly. “It wasn’t a question…”