A/N: Please read my note at the bottom before you hate on this in review lol

6/22/10: Hey guys, this is an update in response to a review about Emma's Mexico comment - it wasn't meant to be racist at ALL, it was really just about the atmosphere, not that I think it's bad or "dirty", I just don't think it'd be Emma's cup of tea :\ But I'm sorry that it offended you, and I went ahead and changed it.

"I know, I'm sorry, Carl. I was feeling okay all last night…but when I woke up this morning I just…I felt so faint and I had a fever… I was really looking forward to the concert, too…Do you think they'll be back? …Oh, I'm sorry…No, really, I know you wanted to see them…you should go anyway…No, go, you were really excited about them…get a friend to go…yeah! Have a…guy's night out. It'll be fun and I promise that when I feel better…I'll…I'll make it up to you…A nice dinner, my treat…Okay...I will…Have fun…You, too…Bye."

Emma's hand shook as she put down the phone. Lying to him was getting easier and that scared her, but she couldn't face him until she knew exactly what she wanted to say. The whole time she was on the phone she had paced back and forth between her window and dining room table so much, she probably made a trail through her rug.

How in the world am I going to do this?

"I can't just invite him on a date and do it. That'd be just lovely. 'Oh, Carl. I can't be with you anymore because the guy I've held a torch for for nearly four years finally loves me back. Isn't the salmon delicious?'" She threw herself down on the couch with a huff and buried her face in a pillow. "I need a sign!" Her muffled voice shouted. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Emma?" It was her landlord, Frank Saller. She'd know that gruff voice anywhere. She got up reluctantly, and padded her way over the door, opening it with a sigh.

"Hi, Mr. Saller." She eyed the nice old man.

"Hey, Emma, sorry to bother you but I can't find the stupid master mail key so I have to bring everyone their mail. Had to convince the mailman I wouldn't take any of it. I've got bills of my own, why would I want anyone else's." He laughed and pulled a few envelopes and flyers out of a pile he was carrying. "Your mom sent you a postcard, though. Mexico looks fun." He handed her the pile, a postcard was on top. It was a picture of the Mayan Riviera beach, with an obnoxious, bright blue "Wish you were here!" in the top left corner.

"Yeah, it's not really my thing." She smiled at him.

"So, where's that fella' you've been bringing around? He looks nice."

"Oh, Carl? Yeah he's nice…He's going to a concert."

"Why aren't you with him?"

Emma's gaze went down. "I'm um…just busy…catching up on time by myself."

"Oh, well that's always good. Hey, you've got time to write your mom back."

"Yeah I'll have to send her…a letter."

That's it!

"Thanks, Mr. Saller!" She smiled brightly.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." He returned the smile and headed to the next apartment over.

Emma closed the door and read over her mother's post card before throwing the pile down on the table and rushing to her desk for a pad and pen.

Dear Carl…

…

Oh, great.

…

"Oh, what am I in junior high? Break up via note? You're better than that, Emma." She balled up the paper and tossed it in the trash.

Emma needed someone to talk to. But she knew there was only one person, one friend, that she could confide in.

Will.

...I need more friends.

She walked absentmindedly to her fridge and pulled out a water. While taking a sip she spied her phone on the table.

This is crazy, there are other people I can talk to...Mom...she's in Mexico...

...wow, that's um...that's it, isn't it?

She knew it went against everything she was attempting to work towards but her need of a friend and honest advice was greater right now than any emotional struggle with said friend. She took a deep breath and picked up her phone, quickly pressing two on her speed dial before she could change her mind.

Oh god, it's ringing...what am I doing?

"Emma! Hey, wow, I was justabout to call you." Will answered after one ring.

"...r-really? ...why?" She stuttered.

"Well...I decided that since the divorce is through, it'd be a good time to start fresh, so I decided to paint my living room, only um...well, I never really noticed how big it was until I moved everything out of it and poured the paint." He laughed nervously. "Bottom line, I'm sucking it up and admitting that I'm in over my head just a bit and...I thought of you. Now, before you say anything, I know that it could get a little...messy, but I still want to help you. Despite everything that's happened, I'm still your friend...I hope. I think this could help and it'd be a purely friendly thing...what do ya' think?" She could almost feel him wincing on the other side, awaiting the blow.

"I'm really glad you said that, Will. I was worried...well anyway...Yes, that sounds great. I'd be glad to help. Your living room will have immaculate trim when I'm done with it." She let a laugh through.

"Thanks, Em. Oh, why were you calling?"

"...Oh, um...well...let's just say I really need a friend, too." She mumbled.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll um, I'll explain it when I get there, okay?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye..."

A/N: Okay, so this was meant to be twice as long, and not as half assed. I had planned to have the whole scene in Will's apartment but I have family over for the next few days and then work so I really won't have time to write again until Sunday or Monday and I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for 2 weeks so I figured I'd post what I'd already had done…So don't think of this as a chapter but more of a sneak peek of what's to come! I promise Ch. 5 WILL be Emma and Will, and if it takes me a whole 48 hours of vegging in front of Word to make it as amazing as possible, I will do it! Does Will have alterior motives? Find out next week!...Please don't hate me lol