Chapter 1

Hi everyone! This is gonna be a little lighter fan-fiction than my previous one. But I have to lay down some major fact: This is a WILSON fanfiction. I know that some of you may have changed opinions about Will especially in the latest weeks/months and started to root for PaulSon. BUT this is going to be a remembrance or a honorary piece for the old couple that we all admired and adored. (Truth: I pictured Chandler while writing this) So I hope you'll all like this, be prepared for a different role for Sonny and Will, intimate scenes and sexual contents, and of course the main soup opera things: hard decisions, cheating, coming out, and all these things. I hope You'll enjoy this. Here is the first chapter of Choose me!

Broken heart...

Friday night...

I'm alone...

Order some drink...

Strange feeling...

I'm getting drunk…

I can't see well...

I imagine weird things...

I find myself in a stranger's arms...

Every memory fades away...

3 years later…

My name is Will Horton. I live in the small town of Salem. And you may have heard: small town, no secrets. I'm gay since my 15th birthday. Actually I've always been gay but I came out when I was 15. A year later I found love in a relationship with a 2-year-older guy, Pierre. He is French. We were together for more than 4 years and he was my fiancé already when I found out that he was cheating on me with a 35-year-old body builder guy. Of course I broke inside I wasted 4 years of my youth for loving Pierre. That was 3 years ago. It took me a very rough night, a massive hangover and a very long time to stand up again but I get there. And here I am now.

One night I went out with my cousin, Abigail to celebrate her birthday. She came to pick me up and we went to a club together. Her friends were waiting for us there. We arrived, and got out of the car. There was a crowd which contained my best friend, Abby's boyfriend, Chad DiMera and he and Abby started introducing me to everybody.

– This is Melanie, my friend, T, he is here the jerk, Gabi, the beauty, Nick, the bastard, and he is my other, shyest cousin, Sonny.

I welcomed everybody but my eyes stuck in a brown gaze. It belonged to the same high, brown haired, well-toned boy, called Jackson. Words just happened to came out of my mouth.

– I know you... – but I regretted my words immediately. – I mean... haven't we met already?

He gave me a frightened, weird look, and started speaking, I mean stuttering fast. I knew his voice even he was trying to convince me of the opposite of that.

– No, I don't think... I have a good facial memory but you... believe me I would recognize you... I mean... Sorry I shouldn't say things like that... – everybody started laughing at him as he flirted with me openly by accident. He dropped his eyes on the ground and never looked up again until we got into the building of the club. I started a conversation with Cameron about his job and all but he couldn't really keep up my attention. All I could think about was that Jackson boy. He was sitting next to the bar alone and staring at the dancers.

– Excuse me I got something to do – I told Cam and I went to sit down next to Jackson.

– Hi – I started.

– Ahem, Hi, What's up? Will, right? – He pretended he was not excited but he sucks at acting as I see.

– Yeah. Sorry if I stick you, but I have to ask: are you gay? – And he started coughing with his drink.

– Sorry man, I'm just trying to...

– Is it that obvious? I mean nobody asked me as openly as you... actually nobody asked me anyway.

– So you are hiding?

– I didn't say I was gay. I'm just... confused...

– First step: denying. Complete – I teased him.

– Okay, okay. I'm gay. I know it for three years now. I'm just... So I'm in love with someone who doesn't know me really well, he doesn't remember me and I don't think he would like to be with me even if he would – and he shyly turned to the other direction.

– Why would you say that? You look good!

– Believe me; he isn't even interested in me...

– Then make him interested in you.

He paused for a moment.

– Easy to say...

– Give it a try.

– However, what about you?

– I'm openly gay for 8 years.

– Wow, dude, that's impressive.

– Yeah I had a serious relationship but it ended with my french fiancé in my apartment's bedroom with a disgusting bodybuilder guy and then a lot of alcohol. That's my story.

– That's taught, buddy... I'm sorry.

– It's okay, I moved on.

– Did you have a relationship or something since then?

– No, I didn't. But…

– So you didn't move on?

– I did.

– First step: denying. Complete – He repeated my words. I surrendered.

– Okay, fine. Maybe if a guy comes to my way who makes me forget him...

– Honestly good luck with that - he said in a not really enthusiastic way.

– And what about you? Will you do anything to get your guy? - He stared at me for a minute with a hopeless glance and it was kinda heartbreaking. Poor guy... I tried to project myself into that guy's view, who Jackson loves.

Jackson is a quiet good looking guy. He is tall, his skin is flawless white, his hair is dark like the night, his body is well toned, and his eyes... well, ahem, nice... okay his eyes are just gorgeous. And these chocolate brown eyes were staring right into mine and I felt I was blushing. Then I dropped my eyes to the floor. What did just happen to me? I haven't been into anybody since Pierre. This guy, Jackson is really attractive. But I didn't expect that I will have feelings for him. My stomach was flattering, and I got excited about that. The thought of moving on from Pierre... but Jackson loves someone else.

– Hey, Jackson...

– Call me Sonny - he smiled at me.

– Sonny... nice. So do you want to talk about that guy you like? I could give you advices, if you want, I am 23, and I have already had a fiancée...

– You are 23? Get out!

– I am. Why? How old are you?

– I'm 19. – He said shyly.

– Yay, you just finished high school, right?

– Yeah. I met... uhm this guy when I was in 2nd grade. He is older than me. We met in a club. I was drunk, he was drunk, things happened. The next day... he disappeared and I didn't' see him in a very long time. Then he appeared again and my feelings came to the surface. But he doesn't remember me. He was too drunk that night.

This story sounded a little like I have heard it before. Just like me 3 years ago when Pierre and I broke up.

– And now I feel down you may have noticed that. I don't have it in me to tell him the truth. I'm too coward.

– No, you're not! You're just afraid of his reply. But I'm sure he wouldn't let you down.

– How can you be so sure?

– Because... you are a hot guy! I mean you are young, you are handsome, and you are sensitive... everything that a guy could ask for or dream about.

He gave me a strange look, then he looked away.

– That's so not true. I'm just a weird kid who doesn't talk to people. It's a kind of miracle that you are not running away right now. But I'm not sure if you were really paying attention to me speaking.

– I do! I really... it's a bit offensive that you assume that I don't... I'm interested in what you say! I'm interested in you... – I tried to make him know that I'm into him but I think he didn't get me.

– Big words... but thank you. I really appreciate that. So... advice. What advice could you give me?

If I give him that "Be yourself!" I would have lost him. I mean I don't know if he wants something from me, but I was completely into him. So words came out by accident.

– Advice? Go for a date with me!

Silence. I couldn't look at him but I was sure that he was staring at me.

– Could you please repeat what you just said?

– Okay, please, forget it, I was... stupid, I should go...

– No please, just repeat it; I'm not sure I heard you clearly.

– I asked you out just now but I know you love the other guy...

– NOOO! I mean the other guy is... Oh my gosh... I'm so ashamed right now... but that guy is... you...

To be continued…