Will sped down the highway, only just managing to bring his old, worn out car to a halt at the red lights. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the dashboard, sighing loudly.

Emma sat down anxiously, the cold metal of the dark blue bench outside the hospital lobby cold against her pale thighs. She shook her right leg up and down like she always did when she was nervous. She looked down at the floor, quickly cocking her head up at the sound of a car. It wasn't Will. 'Where was he?' she thought, looking at the sky which was slowly fading to an orangey, purpley colour. The car park became emptier and emptier and the breeze grew colder, when at last, Will's blue car pulled over to the lay by.

"Get in the front seat, Em, the back seats are absolutely filthy," Will said, turning the radio off.

Emma got in the car and smiled at Will, "Thank you, Will. It really means a lot,"

Will reached out and tucked Emma's hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. He felt her stiffen and he swallowed, "Sorry. I know the feelings I have for you are... totally pointless. And I know that you did feel them back, once, and don't deny it, Emma. But I'm sorry. I value our friendship, I really do. So I'll just take you home, like a friend, okay?"

Emma sniffed and looked at Will; her eyes looked glazy, "It's okay, Will. I've been in your situation before, remember? I know how... impossible everything feels. But I promise you, soon, you're going to find someone to replace your feelings for me, and everything will be better. I value our friendship, too, Will. I really do, and I'm sorry that nothing is ever probably going to be the same again between us,"

The car journey home involved long, awkward silences, only being broken by the various cough or sigh. Emma looked out the steamed up window at the streetlit pavements and all the happy, smiling people who were taking their lives for granted. She had images of Carl, his almost lifeless body laying on a hospital bed and a tear dropped onto the window ledge. Will looked at her and patted her shoulder sympathetically.

"Almost there now, Em," he said, his voice trying to cheer the mood. Emma nodded and wiped her eyes.

The car pulled into Emma's neat drive way, the hedges cut perfectly. Will got out and helped Emma out of the car. Emma walked over to her front door, about to put the key in the whole. She turned to look at Will, who was now sat in his car. Suddenly, without even thinking, she ran back to the car and tapped the window.

Will wound the window down, "You okay, Ems?" he asked.

"Do you want to come in for a drink? I have coffee, tea, erm, champagne? Me and Carl were going to have it to celebrate something but as he's in hospital, he might not be out for ages and-" Emma burbled on until Will gently put his forefinger to her peach-coloured lips.

"I would love to. You sure it's okay? I mean, I don't want to... you know, mess things up," he said, though inwardly, all he wanted to do was snuggle up on the sofa drinking champagne with her.

"How would you mess things up? Come on, it's starting to rain out here," Emma said as she felt cold droplets of rain land on her bare arms.

"I don't know! Oh, shit, quick!" Will said, laughing as the heavens suddenly broke and heavy, hard rain began pelting down on the pair of them. They both laughed and ran inside to the comfort of Emma's house.

Will entered Emma's neat hallway, his clothes dripping wet. He looked around, noticing something different from the last time he had been there, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Emma noticed him looking around with confusion.

"Something wrong?" Emma asked, taking her sodden shoes off and placing them on the shoe rack.

Will took his jacket off and hung it up, moving Carl's denim jacket to the next hook so he didn't ruin it, "Nope, just something looks different."

"Oh, I painted it, needed a bit of a brightening up in here." she said, tapping the yellow walls. Will nodded and followed her into the black and white kitchen. She gestured towards the chair by the table and fiddled around in the cupboard. Will switched the kettle on, causing Emma to turn around.

"I thought we were having champage?" she said, holding two ultra shiny champagne flutes. Will smiled, "I don't think that's a good idea, Em. Carl wouldn't like it,"

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes, "Carl doesn't own me, Will, I can look after myself. We're having champagne, okay?" Will laughed, looking taken aback.

"Wow, I've never seen 'Angry Emma' before, it's quite scary!" he said, as Emma gently hit him.

The living room was gloomy, the only light coming from the red lava lamp on the shelf. Emma and Will sat opposite each other on the matching leather armchairs. They'd been talking for a whole two hours, not even noticing the time. Will looked at his phone in his pocket.

"Damn, it's 10 o'clock already. I should be heading home, Em," he said, getting up and standing unsteadily on his feet.

"Don't be stupid, Will! You can't possibly drive home in this condition. I'll call a cab for you, okay?" she said, getting up herself and stumbling, falling right ontop of Will, causing them both to land on the floor. They laughed and their noses bumped together. Emma closed her eyes and Will leaned in, giving her a soft kiss. He'd forgotten how great it felt to be kissing her mouth. Emma was having the same thoughts; Will was such a good kisser, she almost forgot. They leaned in for another kiss, this time, longer and more toungue action. Emma suddenly sat upright and stood up, a little wobbly.

"Wait this isn't right. What are we doing, Will? I've got Carl," she said.

"Oh, my God. Emma, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault!" Will said, getting up too.
"No, no, it's my fault. I should have listened to you, champagne was definitely a bad idea," she said; but her mind was just focusing on Will's slight glimpse of chest hair that peeped through the 3 buttons he had undone on his shirt.

Will looked at Emma's lips, mesmerised. 'This is so wrong, but so right.' he thought to himself. Suddenly, Emma threw herself at Will, her hands going through his luscious curls. He was startled, but he stroked her hair with his hand, placing the other on her bottom.

Carl's heartrate monitor beeped violently, suddenly causing doctors to race to his room. He began fitting violently, his body pulsating as if in spazm.

"Bring pediatrics on the ward. Now, please!" shouted a doctor.

Will hoisted Emma up around his waist, still attached to her mouth, and carried her clumsily out of the room and up the dark stair way, making his way to the bedroom that he'd only ever been in once. Emma mumbled something unaudible in between the kisses, forcing herself to stop kissing Will for just a second.

"Not my room, go to the guest room, on the left," she breathed, going back to kissing his mouth.

Will found the door knob with his spare hand and pushed it open, throwing Emma onto the bed.