Looks like Delivery boy!Will won (though some of you have dirty minds lol). I do have a confession though. I was halfway through writing this when I realized that I have a friend back home who not only looks like a young Will Gardner (Josh Charles), but also did pizza deliveries up until 2 months ago. I spent the rest of this chapter laughing so forgive me for any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own TGW or the characters. If I did, Will and Alicia would have a happily-ever-after. I also took some creative writing liberties, in case it's later not obvious =) I do not know how the life of a delivery boy works, especially in NYC

In 2014, Will Gardner did not die in a courtroom. How could he, when he was 23 years old and working as a pizza delivery boy. . . (as per request of a guest, he only has one job)

"You're late!"

Every employee heard those words at least once a month, especially on a weekend with heavy traffic in New York City.

Will Gardner was hearing those words for the first time that month, which wasn't anything to pat himself on the back for. It was August 2nd, and the heat outside was preferable to the one inside. If somebody wasn't making pizza, they were working in the front.

"Sorry Mr. Childs," he apologized to his boss. "Traffic."

"Well, you're going to be in it more tonight. We got several calls."

That was to be expected. Will had always worked on Friday and Saturday nights and they were the worst. Either there were teenagers or college students having parties, or there were parents who didn't want to cook that night. Once in a while, there would be a baby-sitter who was left money to get pizza for the kids.

Will's co-worker, Cary Agos, handed him a list. Will glanced down at it. "I think several might be an understatement."

"Better gear up," Mr. Childs went back to his office. "You're in for a busy night."

"No shit," he said under his breath.

"Have fun," Cary told him as he worked.

Will's shoulders slumped. It wasn't that he loved this job (even though he had met interesting people along the way), but it paid. His younger sister, Audra, had graduated High School and was going to college in the fall. His older sister, Sara, was working in Chicago and was doing moderately well for herself. Their mother had died when Will was still in Elementary School, and three months ago their father joined their mother. Their had been some inheritance, split between the three Gardner kids, but Will still had to make his own income. Fortunately, Audra had received enough of the inheritance to pay a full-year's worth of tuition, but there were still the next three years for Will to worry about.

Audra was working for the summer, saving up as much money as she could before starting at NYU. Will was proud of her. She had been irresponsible and wild at times, but she was growing up and learning to become independent. It had made his heart swell with pride when he and Sara saw their sister receive her High School Diploma, even though their father had died a month before.

He would do anything to support her.

Even when it meant putting aside his dream to go to Law School.

He had never thought of it, until a career class he had signed up for at the beginning of his college life brought in a guest speaker named Diane Lockhart. She had spoken to the entire class, telling them about her career as an attorney. There were 50 other students in that classroom. Some were on their phones or their computers, others were looking at her but not listening, and the rest were paying attention.

But she had inspired Will the most.

He had run up to her after class was over and asked her every question that came to his mind. Ms. Lockhart had laughed at his enthusiasm, answering every question he had, and then telling him to research the profession.

So he did.

It sounded like hard work, but as he kept reading about cases, he found himself more and more interested. He took one class in the legal field, decided he enjoyed it, and majored in it. He would often go see Diane at her office, and she became his mentor. He would go to court, when she was working, and watch her. He graduated with a near 4.0 GPA.

That was all last year. Then shit hit the fan.

Will chuckled to himself. He had wanted to work for a law firm, possibly even Diane's if he could, but instead he had been making pizza deliveries since late May.

How life could change in one year.

Will put on the hat for New York Pizza Suprema, and then put the work shirt over his own.

The beginning of August, in the middle of a smoky kitchen, wearing two shirts. Will was ready to get out of the kitchens and start work.

"This family really doesn't know New York City traffic very well," he said to Cary.

"Come again?" Cary kept his eyes on the pizza he was making.

"Look at the address," Cary didn't look. "Are they kidding me? This is going to take me at least half an hour to get to in this traffic."

"Start with them."

"They called two minutes after this other family though. The second one is closer," Will looked at the list. "This Cavanaugh family must be new in town if they think we're the closest pizza place."

He shook his head. At least the other driver, Kalinda, had taken the other list. Six was a lot in New York City, on a Saturday night.

Will delivered a box of Hawaiian pizza and a box of cheese pizza to a family named the Burdines. Their daughter took the pizza and held it like she was sneaking it in. And then he dropped off a single box of pepperoni to a woman named Lana Delaney. It was stop after stop, tip after tip, that night. Will made decent hourly money, but tips were always great to get.

His last, and final stop before heading back, was to the Cavanaughs. The family that didn't seem to know how New York City operated.

He rang the bell, waiting patiently in front of a modest home. He looked around as he was waiting. There was a silver Nissan parked on the driveway and behind it was the nicest Maserati Will had ever laid eyes on. Determined not to get caught lusting, he looked at the order in his hands. Three boxes of pepperoni, one cheese, and one vegetarian. Somebody was hungry tonight.

A guy around Will's age answered the door.

"Alicia!" He yelled. "Babe, the pizza's here!"

"I put the money on the table in the hall!" Will heard a girl's voice yell back.

"I don't think that includes the tip!"

Will fought back the urge to roll his eyes. The guy wore a suit that must have cost what Will made in a month, yet he was making his girlfriend pay for the pizza?

"I have that," a girl came into the hall, speaking in a soft tone.

Will's mouth nearly dropped to the ground. The girl had dark, wavy hair and dark eyes. She was wearing a dress one would wear to a formal fundraiser, but Will had no doubt she would still be one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen even if she was in sweats.

But of course she wasn't single.

"Hi," she smiled at him, putting on her earrings.

"Hi, I'm Will and I have your pizza," he quickly looked to the receipt and told her the price. Her boyfriend took the boxes as she handed Will the money, who gave her the change she needed.

"Thank you," she said, giving him one last smile, and his tip.

"Any time. Thank you," she closed the door gently. Will walked back to the car. A $15 tip. There had to be some mistake. Maybe she had mistaken the $10 for another $5.

Will was faced with an ethical dilemma. He should go back and tell her she made a mistake, but if she hadn't, he would look like an idiot. But it was better than getting future complaints that he was a thief who had taken too much money.

He went back and rang again. This time, the girl answered.

"I think you made a mistake. See, you gave me $15," he started to explain.

She laughed. It was a very nice laugh. "No, that's right. I meant to give you that."

"Oh," he stared down at the money in his hands. "Thank you."

"My pleasure. Thank you Will, have a good night."

"You too," he said as she closed the door.

His mind went back to their conversation while the phone was ringing. Somebody had to yell his name when he drifted off. "WILL!"

He blinked a few times and looked to the source of the sound. Patti Nyholm held a paper in front of his face. "We got another one, get driving."

"Right," he muttered.

Making deliveries and getting tips was his life on Saturday nights. Will was sure it would pay off in the end, but for now all he wanted to do was go to law school. He had to remind himself that all of this was for his sister.

"I'm done," they closed at midnight, but Will didn't usually get back until after. That was New York City traffic. Mr. Childs stayed until all of his drivers were back, and Will was the last one that night. "I'll see you on Monday."

"Wait!" his boss called him back. "Don't forget to put how much you made in tips tonight. Tax purposes, remember?"

"Yeah, I forgot," Will took off the hat. "In the past, I worked for places that did that for me. All I had to do was fill out my tax form."

"Tips aren't included into your salary," was all Mr. Childs said as he closed up.

Will entered the amount of tips he had gotten that night ($66.50) and checked out. He was going to be doing the same thing on Monday afternoon.

He could only hope that Cavanaugh girl would call again on his shift. Her laugh was still replaying in his head, and it was one of the best laughs he had ever heard. He certainly wouldn't mind driving all the way over there again.

All he could do was hope.

Don't worry, Peter won't be around too long lol. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. It's short than I will typically have it, but I wasn't kidding when I said AU. =D

P.S 4 months later and I'm still not over it