A/N: I do like this chapter. I do I do I do.
Finally, Jenny decided to do something.
It took approximately ten minutes to plead Dan to let her run away.
It took twenty minutes to pack her bag.
Another hour to plead with Dan after he changed his mind again.
It took thirteen minutes for a cab to finally come to a halt and let her in.
It took a few hours to get from New York to her destination (with the hellish traffic).
It took a five minute call from Serena to find out just where Erik was staying.
It took another fifteen minutes to walk there.
It took all of her money to get there.
But Erik answered the door, shirtless and warm with the heater going, and Jenny didn't care that she was broke. She didn't care she'd wasted half a day looking for a boy who would never love her. She just didn't care.
Erik didn't say anything as he led her inside. He didn't say anything as he showed her the guest room, where he knew she would stay, and he didn't speak as Jenny made them hot chocolate.
After hours of staring out the window in the warm, extravagant home, Erik spoke. "I missed you."
Jenny, startled by the sound of his voice and bit her lip. She lied, "I know."
"There isn't really another guy. I didn't want you to think I was moping over you. I was, though."
"I know," Jenny lied.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice hitching.
Jenny's lips twitched. "I know," she lied again. "I love you too."
But that wasn't a lie.
Jenny didn't give a flying fuck whether he was gay; she leant over and kissed him. And to her delight, he kissed her back. It was bitter but sweet, it was hungry but soft, it was sad but enlightening.
Jenny hadn't counted the days since Erik first slept with her. But it happened all over again that night in their warm house. He held her against his chest, and Jenny didn't panic over whether he really did love her or not.
Quite frankly, she didn't care.
And I hope you liked it too.
x.