Eep! So, I've been meaning to write a fanfiction for a while now, but school and broken laptops kept stalling! As it's summer and I just got a new laptop, I believe it's the perfect time to start writing! So pretty please be gentle and review! :3
He busily filled the buckets with popcorn, the oversized cups with slushies, and handed candy to dozens of people that night.
He hated working midnight shows.
While he made the most money out of them-he was lucky to work the midnight showing of Iron Man-but damn did they drain him out.
"Man, would you snap out of it? I need three large popcorns and some nachos!" his coworker called from across the concession stand.
Will quickly filled the order.
"I WAITED SEVEN MONTHS AND-" shouts from angry customers at both the box office and the concession stand.
The freaks always filed in. Why were people so attracted to these shows? And why come in costume?
He rolled his eyes as another grown (and masked) man spoke to himself.
The majority of freaks at the showing were men and a few nerds that Will recognized from the college campus.
But one of them...
"Hello? Excuse me, I really need to get my large popcorn. Hello?" a red haired girl with large brown eyes hidden behind RayBans asked politely. She wore a vintage Iron Man shirt.
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry."
He filled the order and smiled as she paid.
"What?" she bit.
"Hm?"
"Have you never seen a girl come to these things?"
Will shook his head slowly.
"Hm. Well I'm Emma. Thanks for being so quick," she checked her phone and cursed under her breath. "Goodbye, Will."
Will smiled again as she walked away.
No customer had ever been so considerate as to read his name tag.
Will had once been like her-hell, he had the comics to prove it! Mint condition first issue of Iron Man.-but he couldn't afford college and Nerd Tuition.
~x~
He had begun working at the library for the volunteer program during the week, along with his theater job. Will's mom had just retired from being a math teacher for thirty years.
On his first day, he wore his vintage Iron Man shirt, his favorite black jeans, and his navy blue Converse.
He expected the nerds. A lot of them crawling and shuffling around like ants in Candyland.
He expected the blonde bimbos who were easy and let anyone who breathed bring them home. Nerds were easy pickups.
He expected the douchebags who walked around acting like they own the place so a few of the nerdy girls would fall for them, and the boys would simply crush them.
But he didn't expect the red head.
The red head girl wearing an old Hawkeye shirt with gray skinny jeans and ballet flats. Not only was she pretty, but she knew Hawkeye too? Why would she worry about comics at a time like this?
She looked up at Will wearing her RayBans from three months ago.
"Will Schuester? You're the guy from the theater!"
Will simply shrugged. He had to search somewhere deep in his head for her name. Ella? Anna? Damn.
"I'm Emma. Pillsbury. Maybe you don't remember me?"
"I do."
A moment of awkward silence cell between the two.
"Okay, well. I'm your trainer for now. It's a lot of work but it pays off. Come on, let me show you around."
Emma showed him around the library and taught him what to do as he caught on quickly.
"Well, Will. I have to say that you're a fast learner," she complimented. She looked at her phone. "Shit. I forgot that Iron Man 2 comes out today. I haven't got my tickets. Look I have to-"
"I'll take you. I get free tickets to it since I work there. I'll call in and save you a seat, okay?"
"You...you don't have to."
"Of course I do. As a thank you."
"For what?"
"The tour, I suppose."
Emma smiled.
"Okay. I'll meet you at the theater, then. Thank you very much, Will."
"No, thank you."
~x~
As he walked around his apartment, he simply thought.
He had never been one for "nerdy" girls. He never wanted to take advantage of a girl, as most guys did.
He was sure that most girls like Emma had become inferior as so many guys would break their hearts (but not always on purpose).
So Will vowed one thing.
He would not allow Emma to fall in love with him.
~x~
Ten o' clock rolled around, and Will had been doing his Trigonometry homework when someone knocked on his door.
He pulled it open to find his favorite nerd-did he just think that?-in his doorway. Wearing her Iron Man shirt.
"Em! What are you doing here?" Will asked.
"I...I know this is weird. Look, my friends usually take me to the showings. But they all got accepted to this abroad program and so I'm alone for the first time."
"Would you like to come in?"
Emma shook her head.
"I came here to ask you to dinner," she muttered.
"Dinner? Like..."
"No. It's the tradition my friends and I had. To go to dinner before a midnight showing. Then we'd kind of just chill for a little in front of the theater. I know this is weird, but I'm asking-"
"To be a replacement."
Silence filled the doorway as he pondered her true intentions.
"Will you come or not?" she asked. "Because I have a usual table at the diner a few blocks away and-"
"Okay. Let me just...I have to...wait right here."
He grabbed his wallet and his coat and returned to Emma.
"Let's go."
~x~
"England. Oxford. That was the plan. I could've gone but..."
"But? Do tell me what held the wonderful Emma Pillsbury back," Will asked, his chin prodded on his elbow, the other holding his coffee mug.
"I don't know. I just...I love our campus as it is. The library and the professors and the people."
"The people?"
"Yeah. The people," Emma shrugged. She checked her iPhone for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. "It's ten-thirty."
"Oh, great. Come on," he smiled, standing. He moved to the counter. "Two hazelnuts to go."
The order was filled and they walked together to the theater where they waited outside with the rest of the fans.
~x~
As eleven thirty approached, they were asked to settle into their seats.
Emma was glowing, as she had been the night they met.
"Do you mind me asking something?" Will wondered, picking at a piece of popcorn.
"Is that what you're asking me?" she joked. "Sure."
"Why are you so interested in comics and superheroes and all of this anyway?" he asked finally.
"The real answer or the answer I tell everyone else?"
"Which ever you're comfortable with."
"It's a hobby."
"That's the real answer, is it?" Will chuckled.
"For now, yeah."
~x~
When they got out of the theater, Emma was exhausted.
"Em, are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine. A little cold, though."
Will shrugged his jacket off and laid it upon Emma's shoulders.
"Thanks."
Will smiled as Emma grabbed his hand.
She pointed out her house and Will's jaw dropped.
"That's your house?" Will asked, nodding at the three story colonial in front of them. "I didn't know you lived with your parents."
Emma sighed.
"I don't," she whispered.
Will wrapped his arm around Emma's waist.
"Wanna tell me about it?" he asked as they approached the front porch.
"Maybe some other time. I'm happy right now."
Will laughed.
Emma unlocked the door.
"Would you like to come in?" she asked.
"I don't...we have class tomorrow."
"Yeah, yeah. Right. Here's your," she tripped forward as she pulled her jacket off. He caught her. "Coat."
Will chuckled as he took his coat back.
"Thank you, Em. I had fun tonight."
"No, thank you. For taking me."
"I'll see you tomorrow," Will said, putting his coat back on.
She nodded.
"Tomorrow."
"Can...can I kiss you?"
"Yes."
He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.
"G'night, Emma."
"G'night, Will," she whispered as he walked away.
Emma smiled to herself, watching as he looked back.
He smiled shyly, then walked away.
~x~
"Em! Wait up!" Will yelled as he saw her walking across the campus.
She turned around, and smiled when she saw him.
"Will, hi," Emma spoke softly.
"How was your night?" he asked.
"Good."
"I missed you," he offered.
"Mm."
She stopped walking.
"What?"
"This is my classroom," Emma laughed. "I'll see you later. At the library."
"Okay, bye."
~x~
{At lunch: with Russ, Will's best friend}
"I saw you talking to a nerd this morning. What was up with that?" Russ asked.
"She's a friend from the library."
"The library? Why are you at the library?"
"Does it matter? She's sweet. Her name's Emma."
Russ watched as Will took a bite of his hot dog.
"Is the sex good?" Russ asked.
"What?" Will blurted, almost choking on his sandwich.
"The sex. Is it any good?" he repeated.
"I wouldn't know. We never...never did."
Russ stared at Will.
"So you're falling for her."
"I'm really not."
Russ laughed bitterly.
"Dude, sophomore year, we made the vow. We made the promise that we weren't gonna fall in love. And you're doing it! Look, you wanna prove it to me, sleep with her tonight and never talk to her again."
Will had to think about it, but Russ was his best friend. He'd been Will's best friend since fourth grade. He couldn't let him down now...
"Okay, sure," Will sighed, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Russ asked.
"I'm going to go find Emma. And ask her on a date. So I can prove you wrong, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."
Will walked away with his hands in his coat pockets.
"Will? Will, hey!" a voice called, pulling on his sleeve.
He turned around to find the source of the words.
"Em! Hi," he whispered.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, suddenly more put-together than this morning.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you want to come over tonight?"
Emma smiled.
"Sure, of course."
"Great. Dinner and a movie, I'm thinking Superman?" he offered.
"That sounds great. I'm actually on my way to the diner...my next class is at three. Do you think you'd want to come?" she invited.
"Oh, sure. My next class is at two and it's noon. I'll drive."
~x~
"My brother died in a car accident three years ago," she explained over her sandwich. "And my dad left right after. They both loved superheroes and comics and...and I can't let go of the comic world right now. It's stupid, and my mom hates it because she doesn't think I can get a guy if I keep it up."
Will nodded, sipping his milkshake.
"But obviously, she was wrong. Because I have you, right?"
He smiled as she held his hand.
"I know it's stupid, but I love you," she blurted. He had failed miserably.
His phone rang, and Will answered.
"Hello? Oh, okay. Yes, I will. Okay. Russ, I know. It's fine. See you then. Bye."
He turned to Emma.
"I'll see you later, okay? Around seven. I'll make mac and cheese. Bring pajamas!" he said, kissing her on the forehead.
She was left alone in the diner with her sandwich and her confession hanging in the air.
~x~
Seven rolled around and Emma appeared in front of Will's door in her favorite gray sweatshirt and her polka dot pajama pants.
She knocked on his door and it all went downhill from there.
~x~
Emma woke up in Will's bed, naked. But he was gone. Long gone. 4 AM, and he wasn't in his own apartment.
With only a note next to her, she was officially kicked out of Will's life.
Em,
I'm sorry about this. But I'm not the commitment kinda guy. We shouldn't talk anymore. G'bye.
Will.
She sat up and collected her clothes and got up. And she walked home.
~x~
"It's done, okay? I slept with her," Will muttered to Russ in the middle of class.
"And you haven't talked?"
"No, not at all. See? I'm not in love with her, or anyone."
Russ nodded and remained silent until the class was dismissed.
"Hey, here she comes. Careful, now."
~x~
Will walked past Emma and was greeted swiftly with a sharp sting to his cheek.
"Emma, wait," he called out as she began to walk away.
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
She shook her head, disgusted.
"Shut up, okay? I told you I loved you yesterday and you took advantage of me! I should have known that you would end up being just another popular kid," she scoffed.
"Em..."
"Just go away, Will! I never want to see you again."
He stood silent, realizing the mistake he'd made.
"Good-bye."
He turned his head slowly as she walked away.
~x~
Thank you for reading! I plan on writing a second chapter just to finish it off, but I could also make it a little longer than two chapters so just tell me if I should! :)
