4.

The next morning, Will sat in his office, unable to concentrate on the copious amounts of paperwork he had to complete. Everything Grace had told him replayed in his head. And like a good lawyer, Will tried to prove all of her ideas wrong. The only issue was, he couldn't.

"I'm a wreck," he muttered. Will's voice was very tense, as if he would burst out crying at any given moment.

The phone on his desk rang, making him jump in surprise. Realizing what it was, Will regained composure and pressed the red speakerphone button.

"Yes?" he asked.

"A Mr. Jack McFarland his here to see you," the secretary informed him. Will's stomach dropped as Jack's name echoed through the room.

"Uh…ahem…send him in," Will replied. It's now or never. Will stood up, fussed with his jacket and fixed is hair in his reflection on the computer screen. Suddenly, door handle began to turn, and that lanky figure stepped into the room.

"Jack, I love—," Will began in a rushed voice. But before he could finish his sentence, Jack cut him off.

"Oh my god! Will! I'm getting married!" Jack squealed and hopped over to the desk. A cold shiver snaked its was down Will's spine. Please, let him be lying. He prayed.

"I—I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" Will stammered.

"Oh Will! It was so romantic!" Jack's voice was giddy with excitement. "There was the lighting, and then the small talk…and the ring! Oh my goodness," Jack waved his hand in Will's face. "Isn't it fabulous?"

"I'm…uh…really happy…for you," Will lowered his gaze to the ground. He didn't want to look Jack in the eye.

"Are you sure?" Jack reached over to pat Will's hand, but Will quickly pulled back, as if Jack were a venomous snake. "You don't seem happy at all," Jack pouted.

"Uh…" this was the only sound Will could formulate.

His mind had forgotten how to make words. It was if Will's entire soul had shattered. His emotions were running around madly inside of him. Will didn't know whether to feel angered or disappointed, rage or lust; so he felt them all at once, colliding with each other, up until a point where he couldn't feel anything at all.

"Okay, well then I guess I will see you later," Jack's voice trailed off as he exited the office, leaving Will staring blankly at his feet.

Several minutes after Jack had shut the door, another head poked in. Only, this one was covered will masses of bright red hair.

"Hey Will!" Grace sauntered over to Will's desk. "I wanted to take you to that new Chinese place. I've been dying for an egg roll!" She chirped.

"C—can we just go home?" Will stuttered. Hearing his nervous tone, Grace became worried.

"Yeah, sure let's just go back to your place." Grace took Will by the hand and led him out of the room. The entire trip home, Grace had to navigate for the both of them, Will refused to look up.

As they entered Will's apartment, Grace let out a dramatic sigh.

"What's going on?" she said, shutting the door. Will stuck his hands into his pockets and shrugged.

"Idunno…"

"Oh, don't give me that!" Grace rolled her eyes. "Now look at me and tell me what is going on." Grace lifted Will's head, revealing his desperate eyes, glazed with tears. "What happened?" she brushed back a few strands of Will's hair.

"He's getting married," Will dropped his head back down.

"What?" Grace bit her lip in question. Will didn't want to have to say it again. It just made the pain more real, deepening the gash it had already caused.

"I said, Jack is getting married," Will's voice cracked. Grace stumbled backward in surprise.

"You…you're kidding," she gave a nervous laugh. Grace knew he wasn't kidding, she just didn't want to believe it either. "Oh my god…I am so sorry," neither one of them knew what to say.

After several minutes of silence, Grace spoke.

"I should probably be leaving now," she sighed as she put on her long, striped coat. "I'll call you later."

"Kare, I don't know what to do!" Jack whined. Jack and Karen were sitting outside Jack's apartment, sipping coffee at Jaques.

"Honey, what do you mean you don't know what to do do?" Karen shot back. She was busy mixing vodka into her cappuccino.

"I mean, Will took it so badly. And yesterday, when I went over to pick up my collection of Taye Diggs movies that he borrowed, I could swear I heard some sobbing coming from his bedroom," Jack tapped his chin in thought.

"I can't believe you're getting married either. Do you know how much money this is going to cost me?" Karen demanded.

"Kare, I wasn't going to make you pay for the wedding. I think Charlie and I, well mostly Charlie, are fully capable of paying for it ourselves," Jack reassured.

"No, it's not that," Karen brushed off Jack's comment. "Rosario and I made bets as to how long it would be before you and Wilma hooked up. And looks like it's never gonna happen now!" Karen threw her hands in the air and laughed. "But now," she said, he voice more serious. "I have have to personally launder her underclothes for the next three months…God was I drunk that night," Karen reminisced.

"Karen, first of all, you could just hire the Karen look-a-like to do it for you. And secondly, you are always drunk," Jack responded. "Wait, wait," he shook his head. "Back to more important things. You and Rosario placed bets? What gave you the idea we were even attracted to each other?"

Maybe it's because every time he's within a ten foot radius, I become nervous and spastic. Jack thought. Isn't it obvious that I—Karen broke Jack's train of thought.

"Jack, don't you have feelings for Will?" her voice was oddly serious.

Tell the truth.