Worth Living For

Chapter 7

~Gerard’s P.O.V.~

I walked out the door, and into the somewhat warm New York air. It was still a little chilly, but people were so excited for summer that some had already started wearing shorts. Which was crazy, because I still pulled a jacket over my shoulder every time I went outside.

Delilah had been pissing me off the past couple of days since I had done that interview, about how I should call the guy and see if he wanted to meet up again, and blah, blah, blah. I finally got tired of her bugging me and walked out of the house while she was still talking to me. That was sure to piss her off.

I started down the street, figuring I could just find a bar to hang out at until I cooled myself down enough to go back to the house. I ended up finding a small bar just down the street, and I sat myself at the counter, telling the bartender to just give me a cold beer.

I didn’t know why Delilah wanted me to call this guy so badly. She had talked on the phone with him twice, she didn’t even know what he looked like or what kind of person he was. And all of the sudden, she wanted to hook us up. I mean, I understand that I haven’t brought someone home with me in months, and maybe she was getting worried. She liked when I brought someone home with me, because she “didn’t want me to be lonely.” She had her own boyfriend that lived in Florida. He would visit every couple months, I got along with him well. He was a nice guy, and I told her that I approved.

She didn’t like that I hadn’t been dating lately. It worried her, or so she told me. I didn’t understand why; I was perfectly fine with being alone. I wasn’t alone anyways; she was living in my house, and I had my art to worry about. I don't fucking need someone to have sex with every night to keep me satisfied, and I couldn’t understand why she thought I did.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to call Frank; I did want to. I just didn’t want Delilah to get her way. And I didn’t want her to bug me if anything did end up happening with this guy. I know that she would ask every detail, just like she did which every one else I had dated.

I mean, I wasn’t planning on dating Frank. I just wanted to call him, ask if he wanted to hang out again. I liked the way he thought, about art, and about everything else. He was a really nice guy, and I wanted to get to know him better.

I wished that I would have grabbed Delilah’s cellphone on the way out the door, that way I could call him, and then delete the history so she didn’t find out. I took a sip of my beer and tried to think of a way I could call him.

“Hey, um, lady?” I said out loud. The waitress turned around to look at me. She pulled a face, probably because I hadn’t had the decency to read her nametag, but walked up to me anyways.

“Yes?” she asked, resting her hands on the counter.

“Can I use your phone?”

“Um...” she looked around under the counter. “I guess so.” she handed me a large looking home phone, then started to walk away.

“Thank you. Wait-” she turned back around. “Do you have a phone book?”

“Let me go check.” she huffed, before walking away.

I sighed. Why did people have to be so fucking rude? I mean, I know I was sometimes, but I wasn’t right now. I was actually being very polite, and she had to be a bitch about everything. Fucking hell.

She walked back up to me a few minutes later, tossing the phone book onto the counter in front of me, before walking away again. I rolled my eyes, reaching my hand out and pulling the book towards me.

I had to take a minute to try to remember his last name, but when I did, I opened the book and flipped to the ‘I’s. I put my finger on the page, sliding it down over every name, until I came across his last name. He was the only one in town with the last name ‘Iero’.