Dawn to Dusk: A New Beginning, chapter 9

Gerard stood there, motionless, silent. Did he, Gerard, get turned down? He, he, of all people, rejected? This couldn't be happening. In all his life, Gerard had never been turned down, but been the one to turn down others. There was only one time, once, that he was dumped; but that was a long time ago, perhaps a year and a half ago. Now, it was he getting what he had given to all the other girls. He wanted to just collapse, fall flat and curl-up and cry all his worries away. It couldn't happen though, he wanted to, but there was a chance someone was watching or Matt would return and see him and spoil his reputation like old sour milk. He couldn't let something like this get him down. No. It was just a girl, a girl after all. To cry over a subject like that was just a waste of tears and a way of just begging to be called a wuss or baby. He had never cried over a girl before, even in a serious relationship, and he wasn't about to start now. But Jara wasn't like the girls Gerard had known before. She was different. There was something about her. Something.
Finally, he walked out of the room into the living room. He fell onto the couch in an almost drunk way, even though it was evident he hadn't had a drink in hours, maybe even days. The TV screen lit up the dark room. The blue and yellows, and pinks and greens, glowed against the walls. He lightly closed his eyes and flicked the TV off. The room was full of darkness, nothing visible. It was almost like a late October night when the moon is orange and the sky a deep purple. He sit sighing heavily, thinking about what happened only a little bit ago between him and the girl he had just met, Jara. Now she was gone, out the door, perhaps forever. He didn't know if she was coming back, for all he knew, she could be dead at that moment. Thinking that thought brought a shiver up his spine. He tried to concentrate on something else. Anything else. Anything to bring his mind off what had happened.
"It's over, you lost it, she's gone. They're all gone. Left you, left you for someone else. Someone better. Someone who they probably deserve. I was never any good, I was never good with anyone. I treated them like old newspapers. They were objects, possessions to me. This girl, she's different, she made me realize all this. Jara,";a tear dripped along his cheek. "She did all this. It's sad, now I'm talking to myself. I live a pathetic life. Look at me! Look at me! I'm a pathetic fat ass lazy bastard lying on this couch talking to his pathetic self. Can you stoop to any lower level?!";
There was a small voice that seemed somewhat familiar that responded.
"Hello?" Gerard called.
"Shh..." the voice replied and walked over to him.
There was no light in the room, only small cracks that filtered in through the dark blinds covering the window illuminated it just enough to show the outline of a thin girl.
"Jara?" Gerard gulped. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" He was cut off by lips against his.
There was no talking, no words. It all happened so fast. Hands traveled up and down one another's bodies. Kisses were exchanged and in the end, it was over. Their clothes lay on the ground in heaps and piles.
"I love you," she said.
"Wait a minute," Gerard muttered. He thought about the voice. It seemed familiar, but there was no way this strong little voice belonged to Jara. "Erin?!" His old girlfriend was the only logical solution.
"Baby I missed you in the time I was gone. I want you back." she whispered in his ear.
"You left me!" He shouted.
"Shh, baby, we can get through this." She nibbled on his neck.
"No, get off of me!" He pushed her away. "What ever happened to Jason?" He inquired.
"Does it matter? I left him for you. I want to be with you. Jason was just..."
"Was just for fucking." Gerard knew the answer.
"Well," she bit her bottom lip.
"How the fuck do you people keep getting in my house?! Honestly. Do I really have change locks on the door?"
"But I, I came back to New York for you. Doesn't that mean anything?" She cried.
"If you hadn't told me you were cheating on me and that it was over and that you never wanted to see me again, well, then maybe. But right now, I want you to get the fuck out of my house." He pointed towards the door as he buttoned up his jeans.
Erin sat on the floor with the throw blanket covering her.
"But baby. I love-"
"Don't use that bullshit on me. It may have worked on Jason, but it doesn't work on me. Now get your fucking clothes off my fucking floor and walk your fucking ass out the fucking door!" He screamed.
"Can't we work this ou-"
"Get out!" He stood there pointing towards the door, his other hand combing through his hair.
"Gee, come on," she stammered.
"You know what, Erin? You need to move on cause I really think you should know that it's not healthy to be this emotionally attached. I've moved on from you, you need to move on from me. End of story. In the meantime, how about scooting your coach out the front door." He frustratingly said.
"You, you've moved on from, from me? But, I, I-"
"Is it that hard to believe?"
"Well, you had....me." Her voice quavered.
"Yeah, and then you dumped me. Then, I moved on. What did you think I was going to mourn the loss of you and hope you came back?!"
"I, I- yes." She wept.
"Well you were wrong. I'm...I'm...in love." He let out.
Erin looked down and shot up and grabbed her clothes that were scattered on the floor.
"I...I gotta go." She walked out and let the door swing open.
Gerard rolled his eyes and walked towards the front door. As he slammed it shut and it made a loud boom, he screamed "fuck you" and flipped off the door with both hands. He was interrupted by the ring of the telephone.
"Hello?" He answered as he picked it up off the receiver.
"Gerard? I'm so sorry," Jara. She was crying.
"No, Jara, I'm sorry." He tried to comfort her.
"No, I'm sorry. I just, I just was afraid of being hurt again." Jara whined.
"My life story," Gerard whispered under his breath.
"What?" she cried.
"Nothing. Jara, I....I really like you. I just, did...did I already screw things up between us? Did I screw up my chances with you?" Gerard stuttered.
"What-what are you saying?" Jara gulped.
"Jara, I want to try and start a relationship with you. But I want to know if I already fucked things up." Gerard paced the kitchen.
"Um, I..." Jara was speechless. "I don't know what to say." she slightly laughed out of nervousness.
"I understand." Gerard sighed.
"Hey, meet me at the corner of Fifth in five minutes."
"I don'-" Gerard began to protest but was cut off as Jara hung up on him.
He just sighed and grabbed his hoody from the rack and zipped it up and pulled the hood over his face and let his jet black hair hang in front of his hazel eyes.