A/N: Hey guys I am SO SORRY that I haven't updated this story in forever! I have no excuse! But I absolutely promise I will get back into it more regularly. Thanks for all the great reviews from the Chris/Georgie lovers! And thanks for all your patience! I hope this lives up to all your expectations! So here we go!

A loud knock resounded at the door. I looked at the door in confusion. I wondered in frustration at who could be at the door. I was busy writing, and the knock had, once again, interrupted my writing. My story was coming along quite well, almost complete. The couple in my writing had just hit a major obstacle and things weren't too peachy for them at the moment.

Sighing in frustration, I put my pen down and reluctantly left my fictional couple for a moment. Walking to the big oak door, I was glad that Chris and I weren't having any major problems like that at the moment.

Grasping the door knob, I opened the door slowly. I smiled slightly as I saw Will standing on the doorstep. "Hey, Will. What are you doing here?"

Standing on the threshold, I could feel the heat wave from outside. It was one of those really hot summer days outside. I never did well in the heat, so I always lock myself inside, and lose myself in my fictional world. It was perfect for me.

Will smiled at me, seeming unaffected by the ridiculously hot climate outside, dressed in board shorts and a white T-shirt. He had two brown paper bags in his hands, which he held up near his face and gestured too.

"Lunch?" he asked me, his wide smile revealing his impeccably white teeth.

When he mentioned the word lunch, only did I realize then how damn hungry I was. "Uh yeah, I'm actually kind of hungry"

"Figured," Will laughed. I smiled back at him and stepped out of the doorway to let him through. When he was inside the cool interior of my house and I had closed the door, he turned to me. "It's hot outside and you were nowhere to be seen, so I put two and two together."

I looked at him quizzically. Grinning, his gestured to the open office door where my writing lay abandoned, waiting for me to resume the story.

"Ah, yes, you figured I would be cooped up here, writing away," I smiled back at him. "You were spot on!"

Will chuckled and led the way to the kitchen. "Well, Georgie my dear, in the three months that I have known you, that is generally what you tend to do on days like this."

'Ha ha," I replied. I grabbed one of the brown bags. "So what's on the menu?"

"Bacon cheeseburgers, and for your refreshment pleasure, a can of Coca Cola," Will said as I fished through one of the bags.

"Oh yum! My favourite!" I turned to Will, one hand inside the bag. "You're awesome."

Will grinned at me. "It's been said."

I grinned in response and continued my fishing through my bag. I found the greasy food, unwrapped it, and took a mighty bite out of the cheeseburger. The delicious combination of grease, crispy bacon and cheese made my mouth water. I moaned in pleasure.

"Oh my god, this is so good!" I announced, my voice slightly muffled by the food.

"I'm glad," Will replied. He glanced around, and after a second, asked me, "Is Chris in?"

I shook my head and swallowed my mouthful of food. "No, he's got classes today. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," he said, a little too quickly in my opinion. But I took no further notice and continued to devour my burger.

"So how's the story going?" Will asked as he began to eat into his burger.

"Not bad. My couple has just hit an obstacle in their relationship. The guy caught his girl cheating on him, and she is trying to convince him that it meant nothing to her, that the other guy forced himself on her."

"Interesting," Will had a contemplative look on his face. "Can I read it?"

"Uh, I'm flattered that you want to read it, but it's not quite ready for proof reading yet. Maybe when it's ready?"

Will smiled mischievously. "Okay, no worries. I hope I will get a chance to read it."

"I'm sure you will," I smiled mischievously back.

Soon, we were chatting on the lounge, watching the television. Our banter seemed natural and easy. Will was a good guy at least that was my opinion of him. Until then.

There was a comfortable silence. I looked over at Will. He seemed deep in thought.

I nudged him with my elbow. "What are you thinking about?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "You're story."

"What about it?"

"The couple. Has the girl ever been with someone other than her guy?"

"I…" I had no response. I had never thought of it before. To be honest, the couple was based on Chris and me. There was no need for the girl to have been with anyone else. The story focused on their love and their journey together.

Will looked at me expectantly.

"Well," I began, clearing my throat. "There was no need for her to have a romantic history. She found the one person who means everything to her, and she loves him with everything she has. What's to worry about?"

"But how does she know that he could be the one that means everything to her. How does she know that she truly loves him? She hasn't experienced love before him. To be honest, I think your girl should have stayed with the other guy. It gives her a chance to experience someone other than the one guy."

Somehow, my gut instinct told me that the conversation no longer applied to the story or my characters. I looked down at my hands. "What if she doesn't want to experience anything else but him?"

"Well, than that's awfully sad. She might look back on her life and think what might have been. And to be honest, that's reality. We all want something that we regret not taking when we had the chance."

I didn't say anything. I just looked at my hands. I was silently screaming at him, but also screaming at myself. Why wasn't I defending what Chris and I had, to convince Will that all I want, all I need is Chris? The fact that I wasn't defending us scared me to death. I wanted to, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Because I knew Will was right.

"You know I'm right," Will's voice was barely a whisper and his breath tickled my ear.

I felt angry. "Yes, you are, but that doesn't change the way I feel about Chris!" I turned my face up to meet his. His green eyes were way too close to my eyes.

His green eyes sparkled, seemingly happy to get a rise out of me. "I thought we were talking about your story?" He replied, feigning cheap innocence.

I scoffed. "Oh come on, I can see the way you feel about me. I saw it from Day One. We both know this isn't about my story."

"Your words, not mine," Will replied, still grinning like a mad man. He was winning the argument, and we both knew it. "And you admitted that being with someone else other than Chris is a good idea. So you must have a straying mind, because you didn't disagree."

"I don't have a straying mind," I argued helplessly, shifting away from him on the lounge. It didn't work; he just shifted back closer to me, until I was trapped against the arm rest with nowhere to run. Will was practically on top of me, leaning closer to my face.

"Let's test that theory, shall we?"

Before I could protest, his lips were on mine. The way he kissed me was not much different from Chris. It began soft and lingering, and then more urgent. Against my better judgement, I didn't fight back. It felt exactly like kissing Chris.

However, once Will's tongue began beg entry into my mouth, my brain started working. What the hell am I doing?

I shoved at his chest, and he stopped kissing me. "Whoa whoa whoa," I gasped, slipping out from under him. "Hold on there."

Will smiled evilly. "Like I said, you have a straying mind."

I shook my head stubbornly and backed away from him. He stood up from the couch and approached me slowly, like a lion stalking his prey.

Suddenly, my back was up against the wall. I couldn't go anywhere. Will found his opportunity. He pounced forward and pinned my hands above my head. I tried to wriggle free, but he had me trapped. He put his knee between my legs and leaned his face in close to mine.

"Don't fight me Georgie," he whispered seductively. "It's okay to feel like this."

"I don't feel like anything, except anger," I spat at him.

He laughed softly. That's what you want to think. But you do have some attraction towards me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have kissed me that way."

I turned my head, ashamed. He was right, he always was. But no matter what, all I wanted was Chris. Tears began to spring to my eyes. How did I get myself into this situation?

Chris! Come home! was all that would register.

I felt Will drag my chin back to his face. He kissed me again, with much more intent. I let him, I couldn't do anything to fight back, and he was too strong. One hand slid down my shoulders, the side of my torso and to my waist, whilst the other hand kept my hands firmly locked in place above my head. I felt the hand at my waist slide onto my thigh. I shivered at the contact. He snaked his hand around my thigh and hitched my leg up to his waist. Then his lips found my neck.

"Stop, Will," I whispered, though a slight moan had escaped my lips. I felt like slapping myself for letting that sound escape my lips.

"No way," he whispered into my neck. "Deep down, you don't want me to stop."

I was going to reply, but his feverish kisses on my neck continued, and soon his tongue was drawing little patterns on my shoulder blade. I felt the hand on my thigh move upwards.

Then suddenly, Will was thrown backwards and my hands were free. I had gotten my wish.

Chris was home.

"What the fuck is going on!" he roared, his features trapped in absolute fury.

I had no words. Chris looked at me, but he was still furious. I had never seen Chris look at me that way before.

Will, who had been thrown to the ground by Chris, got up off the floor and laughed. "Just showing her what's she's missing," he teased, a triumphant smirk on his face.

That set Chris off. And when Chris gets angry, he gets angry. He started laying into Will, punching every inch of him that he could reach. It was sickening to watch those loving tender hands being used for something so bad, so primeval.

I ran forwards and grabbed his arm. "Chris, that's enough!" I screamed.

He glanced at me and lowered his fist. He grabbed Will by the front of his bloodied shirt and shoved him outside the door.

"Never show your face here again, or I will kill you." His tone dripped with seriousness, and for a minute, I believed he would be capable of it.

He didn't give Will a chance to respond, he just slammed the door in his face. Then he turned to me.

"What the fuck happened?" he glowered at me.

I flinched. I had never seen Chris look at me in that way. I hated it, but I felt I deserved every bit of it.

"I…I don't know, we were just talking and then he threw himself onto me."

"And you didn't think to fight him off!"

The tears overflowed onto my cheeks. "I did! I tried! He was just too strong!"

"And your leg just happened to be hitched on his waist? Yeah, Georgie, it really seems like you were trying to fight him off!" His voice dripped with sarcasm. He just stared at me. He didn't even make a motion to comfort me, like he always did. This was entirely my fault.

I went to Chris, choking back sobs. "Chris, I'm so sorry. I swear that I didn't start any of it. I love you!"

I was clinging to his arms, but he just shrugged me away.

"I just can't believe you would do something like that," Chris said softly. He sounded defeated. He looked at me, and his blue eyes seemed watery.

"I didn't!" My voice was rising with anger. "Have you been listening to anything I've just said?"

Chris just walked away, into our bedroom. He pulled out a bag and began putting clothes into it.

I watched him from the doorway. "What are doing?"

"I can't stay here tonight," he said simply.

"What?" I said in disbelief.

He walked past me and headed towards the door. He grabbed his car keys and placed a hand on the door knob.

"Chris!" I cried. "Please don't go!" I forced him to look at me. His eyes were downcast; there was no emotion in them.

I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him feverently. I was uplifted when I felt his lips moving in slight response to mine, but he didn't hold me to him like he would normally. His passion wasn't there anymore.

After a few seconds, he placed his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me away from him. Shocked, I stepped back, stunned by the rejection. He just looked at me, said, "I'll call you," opened the door and disappeared into the night.

Then he was gone. I couldn't believe it. In one afternoon, my life was completely ruined. I had lost the one person I loved more than anything and he didn't seem to trust me anymore.

I collapsed to my knees, hugged my chest, too stunned to even cry.

Suddenly, my story came into my mind. It seemed like life was imitating art at the moment.

At that thought, reality hit and I cried, with no one to comfort me.

A/N; How was that? Did it live up to your expectations? Reviews are appreciated!