Stay With Me Forever
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Well, awhile ago, one of my friends (who is gay) asked me to write a gay romance fanfiction. I started out with a Lord of the Flies fic, but it just didn't feel right. So, here I am giving Will&Grace a try.
Like I said with my Lord of the Flies fic, I'm new to this type of writing (guy w/guy) so any hints or ideas are welcome on how to make this fic better.
This is a romance between Jack and Will. Anyone who is offended by this pairing should leave now.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Will&Grace. I only own the plot of this story. ______________________________________________________________ Stay With Me Forever:
"Will!" Jack's shrill voice cut through the silent morning air of Will and Grace's appartment.
"Not now, Jack," Will said, emerging from his room. "I'm going to be late for work."
"This is more important than you being on time!" Jack shrieked, "Yesterday, I left something very important here, and I want it back!"
"What did you leave?" Will asked, glancing at a mirror while he straightened his tie.
"MY DIARY!"
"Oh," Will said. He thought about it a moment before bursting out laughing, "You keep a diary?!"
"Laugh all you want," Jack replied angrily, "but I wrote some very personal things in it. If you find it, I want you to return it to me at once."
"Alright, alright," Will said, putting on his coat. "I'll look for it when I get home. I really have to leave now."
"You see that you do!" Jack stomped out of the appartment.
Will sighed, rolled his eyes, and went over to the table to get his briefcase. As he picked it up, a something slid out from under it and onto the floor.
Pausing, he bent over and picked it up. It was a small notebook made of green leather. Opening it to the inside cover he saw that the words Just Jack were scrawled in the upper left corner.
Closing the book, Will slipped it into his briefcase and promised himself that he'd give it back to Jack when he got home from work. Glancing at his watch, he bolted for the door.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Will sat back in his chair at his desk. His morning client had gotten the flu and canceled. It was too late to schedule anyone else into the time slot, so he had his whole morning free.
Now, what to do? He had no paper work to catch up on. He sipped his cup of coffee thoughtfully.
Then, he remembered the diary in his briefcase, and a wave of curiosity swept over him. Maybe he could have just one little peak. . .
No! Even though Jack annoyed the hell out of him, he was his friend. He couldn't look at his personal thoughts.
Will pulled out a pad of paper and began to doodle boredly on it. He tried to think of something else while he finished his coffee. Looking up at the clock, he groaned at the realization that only five minutes had passed.
Reaching inside his briefcase, he pulled out the little green book. Turning it over in his hands, he recalled the conversation they'd had earlier. Technically, Jack had only said that Will had to return the diary. He never said anything about reading it first...
Feeling a slight pang of guilt, Will opened the diary and began to flip through it. The first couple of pages were simply Jack droning on about some silly sweater he'd bought.
Rolling his eyes, Will thumbed through the pages until he saw a page with his name on it. Taking a closer look, he read:
I got into another fight with Will today. Why is it that everytime we fight I feel like crying? I know I put him through hell, but you would think he could be a little bit nicer to me. I just don't understand him! Every time I try to be nice to him, he just pushes away, like he's afraid of becoming closer to me. It seems like the only way he lets me near him is when I'm annoying him! And why does he constantly have to keep reminding me that there's nothing between us? That may be the way he feels, but that most certainly isn't the way I feel. I am so tired of him constantly shooting me down! If I'm the "friend" he says I am then why does he constantly abuse me? I guess the bigger question should be: Why do I put up with the abuse? Well, I already know the answer to that one. It's the biggest secret I've ever had my entire life. It's taken me so long to admit it to myself, but now that I have, I feel the need to tell other people about it, to tell him about it. . . I'm just going to come out and say it because if I don't, I think I'll burst: I, Jack McFarland, am madly in love with Will Truman.
Will shut the notebook with a snap. He threw it on his desk and stared at it with wide eyes.
No, this was not right! It couldn't be true! Could it?
There was no way! Jack, in love with him? How could this happen?!
Will threw the offensive notebook back into his briefcase. Resting his head in his hands, he closed his eyes for a minute and tried to calm down.
Maybe this was just some mistake? After all, this was one of the first entries in the diary. It had been written weeks ago. Maybe Jack had been going through some weird phase then, and he was over it now?
He'd have to read more of the diary to find out of course, but he didn't have time for that now. Looking up at the clock, he realized that he only ten minutes to prepare for his next client. Trying to put aside his confused feelings, Will began to arrange his paperwork.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Later that night, Will shut himself in his room and locked the door to keep Grace out. This whole diary ordeal was driving him crazy! He hadn't been able to think about anything else all day. He may have even lost a few of his clients because he'd been so out of it.
When he had gotten home from work, Jack had been waiting for him, demanding his help in locating the lost diary. Will hadn't been able to look him in the face. He just made some lousy excuse about a business meeting and ran out, taking his briefcase (with the diary in it) with him.
Now, he was lying in his bed trying to decide if he dared to read anymore. Maybe it was best if he didn't find out. Maybe he should just return the diary and pretend the whole thing never happened.
But he knew he couldn't do that. He wouldn't be able to forget what Jack said, not ever.
Sighing, he flipped open the diary and began to read.
I just went on another date with some guy I don't care about. Why do I do it? Am I really that starved for attention that I'd go out with guys I don't care about? I know, I know. The answer is yes. It's just so hard to admit that to myself, even though I know everyone else sees it. I know all these silly dates and one-night stands would end if Will just took notice of me! Every time I go out with another guy, it only makes me realize how much I want Will even more. And every time I'm with another man, I close my eyes and I pretend it's him because I know that's the closest I'll ever get to being with him. Why can't he see it?! Am I not being obvious enough for him?! Sometimes, I just want to scream at him: Are you blind?! Can't you see that I love you?! Can't you see what I put myself through just to get a little attention from you?! But no! He doesn't see, and he never will! Even if he did notice me, it wouldn't last. Will's not the long-term relationship kind of guy. He thinks that just because he's gay, he doesn't have to make any commitments. Well, he's wrong. I know plenty of gay couples that might as well be married because they don't see anyone else, but each other. They've been together for years! I even met this one couple who were in their fifties that had been together since high school. High school!
Will paused reading for a moment to think back indignantly. He'd had a long term relationship before! Sure it wasn't the kind Jack was thinking of, but it was still longer than two months. That qualified as long term, didn't it?
He thought about all the things Jack had written. Was it really true? Was Jack's love for him real? He felt a slight pang in his chest at this.
Deciding to ignore this, he flipped to the very last entry in the diary. Jack had written this just yesterday, sitting at the kitchen table while Will had prepared supper.
Today's March 23. You know what that means, don't you? It means that exactly three years ago today, I knew I was in love with Will. I can't believe it's already been three years. Three years of trying to get close to him and failing. Maybe I should just call it quits. I should just accept that fact that I'll never find true happiness. I've tried so many times to forget about him. I just can't seem to make myself do it! Why can't I just wake up and realize that Will is never going to be the romantic, sensitive, loving boyfriend I want him to be? A few nights ago, I went on a date with someone who looked kind of like Will. Except this guy listened to me, didn't critisize me, and actually made me feel like I was worth something. When we went to his appartment, the bed was scattered with rose petals, it was so romantic. It should have been perfect! There was just one problem: He wasn't Will. I left his appartment crying, without even having sex with him. I just wish I could show Will the real me. The one is isn't annoying and spastic. The one who isn't needlessly chasing after other guys, desperate for attention. I just wish I could show him that the only man I want is him.
Will stared at the last sentance in the diary without really seeing it. Jack was really in love with him, and he had been for three years. He couldn't believe it! Why hadn't he noticed it before? Was it really possible that Jack had been that good at hiding it?
Setting the diary down on the bedside table, he turned out the light and peered up through the darkness at the ceiling. What was he going to do? He couldn't just act like nothing had happened, not after what he'd read. Jack was his friend. He couldn't just ignore him either. But it wasn't as if he could actually return Jack's feelings. . . could he?
He wasn't sure anymore. That funny feeling that had arrisen in his chest refused to go away, and when he thought of dumping Jack as a friend, that feeling had turned to pain so strong it felt like he couldn't breathe.
Was it possible that he had loved Jack all along, but had just never been able to admit it? No. That sort of thing only happened in the soppy romance novels that Grace read, or in the demented minds of fanfiction authors.
But still, if it was so impossible, then why was he feeling this way?
TO BE CONTINUED. . . ______________________________________________________________ A/N: So, what do you think of this first part? Please review and tell me! I planned this story out as a two-part fic so the next part should be the end. Thanx for reading! ~Serena-chan
A/N: Well, awhile ago, one of my friends (who is gay) asked me to write a gay romance fanfiction. I started out with a Lord of the Flies fic, but it just didn't feel right. So, here I am giving Will&Grace a try.
Like I said with my Lord of the Flies fic, I'm new to this type of writing (guy w/guy) so any hints or ideas are welcome on how to make this fic better.
This is a romance between Jack and Will. Anyone who is offended by this pairing should leave now.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Will&Grace. I only own the plot of this story. ______________________________________________________________ Stay With Me Forever:
"Will!" Jack's shrill voice cut through the silent morning air of Will and Grace's appartment.
"Not now, Jack," Will said, emerging from his room. "I'm going to be late for work."
"This is more important than you being on time!" Jack shrieked, "Yesterday, I left something very important here, and I want it back!"
"What did you leave?" Will asked, glancing at a mirror while he straightened his tie.
"MY DIARY!"
"Oh," Will said. He thought about it a moment before bursting out laughing, "You keep a diary?!"
"Laugh all you want," Jack replied angrily, "but I wrote some very personal things in it. If you find it, I want you to return it to me at once."
"Alright, alright," Will said, putting on his coat. "I'll look for it when I get home. I really have to leave now."
"You see that you do!" Jack stomped out of the appartment.
Will sighed, rolled his eyes, and went over to the table to get his briefcase. As he picked it up, a something slid out from under it and onto the floor.
Pausing, he bent over and picked it up. It was a small notebook made of green leather. Opening it to the inside cover he saw that the words Just Jack were scrawled in the upper left corner.
Closing the book, Will slipped it into his briefcase and promised himself that he'd give it back to Jack when he got home from work. Glancing at his watch, he bolted for the door.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Will sat back in his chair at his desk. His morning client had gotten the flu and canceled. It was too late to schedule anyone else into the time slot, so he had his whole morning free.
Now, what to do? He had no paper work to catch up on. He sipped his cup of coffee thoughtfully.
Then, he remembered the diary in his briefcase, and a wave of curiosity swept over him. Maybe he could have just one little peak. . .
No! Even though Jack annoyed the hell out of him, he was his friend. He couldn't look at his personal thoughts.
Will pulled out a pad of paper and began to doodle boredly on it. He tried to think of something else while he finished his coffee. Looking up at the clock, he groaned at the realization that only five minutes had passed.
Reaching inside his briefcase, he pulled out the little green book. Turning it over in his hands, he recalled the conversation they'd had earlier. Technically, Jack had only said that Will had to return the diary. He never said anything about reading it first...
Feeling a slight pang of guilt, Will opened the diary and began to flip through it. The first couple of pages were simply Jack droning on about some silly sweater he'd bought.
Rolling his eyes, Will thumbed through the pages until he saw a page with his name on it. Taking a closer look, he read:
I got into another fight with Will today. Why is it that everytime we fight I feel like crying? I know I put him through hell, but you would think he could be a little bit nicer to me. I just don't understand him! Every time I try to be nice to him, he just pushes away, like he's afraid of becoming closer to me. It seems like the only way he lets me near him is when I'm annoying him! And why does he constantly have to keep reminding me that there's nothing between us? That may be the way he feels, but that most certainly isn't the way I feel. I am so tired of him constantly shooting me down! If I'm the "friend" he says I am then why does he constantly abuse me? I guess the bigger question should be: Why do I put up with the abuse? Well, I already know the answer to that one. It's the biggest secret I've ever had my entire life. It's taken me so long to admit it to myself, but now that I have, I feel the need to tell other people about it, to tell him about it. . . I'm just going to come out and say it because if I don't, I think I'll burst: I, Jack McFarland, am madly in love with Will Truman.
Will shut the notebook with a snap. He threw it on his desk and stared at it with wide eyes.
No, this was not right! It couldn't be true! Could it?
There was no way! Jack, in love with him? How could this happen?!
Will threw the offensive notebook back into his briefcase. Resting his head in his hands, he closed his eyes for a minute and tried to calm down.
Maybe this was just some mistake? After all, this was one of the first entries in the diary. It had been written weeks ago. Maybe Jack had been going through some weird phase then, and he was over it now?
He'd have to read more of the diary to find out of course, but he didn't have time for that now. Looking up at the clock, he realized that he only ten minutes to prepare for his next client. Trying to put aside his confused feelings, Will began to arrange his paperwork.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Later that night, Will shut himself in his room and locked the door to keep Grace out. This whole diary ordeal was driving him crazy! He hadn't been able to think about anything else all day. He may have even lost a few of his clients because he'd been so out of it.
When he had gotten home from work, Jack had been waiting for him, demanding his help in locating the lost diary. Will hadn't been able to look him in the face. He just made some lousy excuse about a business meeting and ran out, taking his briefcase (with the diary in it) with him.
Now, he was lying in his bed trying to decide if he dared to read anymore. Maybe it was best if he didn't find out. Maybe he should just return the diary and pretend the whole thing never happened.
But he knew he couldn't do that. He wouldn't be able to forget what Jack said, not ever.
Sighing, he flipped open the diary and began to read.
I just went on another date with some guy I don't care about. Why do I do it? Am I really that starved for attention that I'd go out with guys I don't care about? I know, I know. The answer is yes. It's just so hard to admit that to myself, even though I know everyone else sees it. I know all these silly dates and one-night stands would end if Will just took notice of me! Every time I go out with another guy, it only makes me realize how much I want Will even more. And every time I'm with another man, I close my eyes and I pretend it's him because I know that's the closest I'll ever get to being with him. Why can't he see it?! Am I not being obvious enough for him?! Sometimes, I just want to scream at him: Are you blind?! Can't you see that I love you?! Can't you see what I put myself through just to get a little attention from you?! But no! He doesn't see, and he never will! Even if he did notice me, it wouldn't last. Will's not the long-term relationship kind of guy. He thinks that just because he's gay, he doesn't have to make any commitments. Well, he's wrong. I know plenty of gay couples that might as well be married because they don't see anyone else, but each other. They've been together for years! I even met this one couple who were in their fifties that had been together since high school. High school!
Will paused reading for a moment to think back indignantly. He'd had a long term relationship before! Sure it wasn't the kind Jack was thinking of, but it was still longer than two months. That qualified as long term, didn't it?
He thought about all the things Jack had written. Was it really true? Was Jack's love for him real? He felt a slight pang in his chest at this.
Deciding to ignore this, he flipped to the very last entry in the diary. Jack had written this just yesterday, sitting at the kitchen table while Will had prepared supper.
Today's March 23. You know what that means, don't you? It means that exactly three years ago today, I knew I was in love with Will. I can't believe it's already been three years. Three years of trying to get close to him and failing. Maybe I should just call it quits. I should just accept that fact that I'll never find true happiness. I've tried so many times to forget about him. I just can't seem to make myself do it! Why can't I just wake up and realize that Will is never going to be the romantic, sensitive, loving boyfriend I want him to be? A few nights ago, I went on a date with someone who looked kind of like Will. Except this guy listened to me, didn't critisize me, and actually made me feel like I was worth something. When we went to his appartment, the bed was scattered with rose petals, it was so romantic. It should have been perfect! There was just one problem: He wasn't Will. I left his appartment crying, without even having sex with him. I just wish I could show Will the real me. The one is isn't annoying and spastic. The one who isn't needlessly chasing after other guys, desperate for attention. I just wish I could show him that the only man I want is him.
Will stared at the last sentance in the diary without really seeing it. Jack was really in love with him, and he had been for three years. He couldn't believe it! Why hadn't he noticed it before? Was it really possible that Jack had been that good at hiding it?
Setting the diary down on the bedside table, he turned out the light and peered up through the darkness at the ceiling. What was he going to do? He couldn't just act like nothing had happened, not after what he'd read. Jack was his friend. He couldn't just ignore him either. But it wasn't as if he could actually return Jack's feelings. . . could he?
He wasn't sure anymore. That funny feeling that had arrisen in his chest refused to go away, and when he thought of dumping Jack as a friend, that feeling had turned to pain so strong it felt like he couldn't breathe.
Was it possible that he had loved Jack all along, but had just never been able to admit it? No. That sort of thing only happened in the soppy romance novels that Grace read, or in the demented minds of fanfiction authors.
But still, if it was so impossible, then why was he feeling this way?
TO BE CONTINUED. . . ______________________________________________________________ A/N: So, what do you think of this first part? Please review and tell me! I planned this story out as a two-part fic so the next part should be the end. Thanx for reading! ~Serena-chan