Thanks a bunch for your reviews guys! I realize the first chapter was a bit boring and it dragged a bit…hopefully this one is a bit better and a little more in character. Hope you like it!
Sundown xx
No, you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
'Cause you don't know me
He sat in his motionless car, watching the windscreen wipers do their assigned job, wishing that he had some form of windscreen wipers actively working for his own eyes. He angrily wiped the tears away from his face with his sleeve and then instantly regretted it – this was an expensive, hand knitted jumper!
Are you or aren't you? Will thought as he started the car. Are you sure you are? He saw his now ex -girlfriend Grace's tearful face as she kicked him out of her house in his mind, and shuddered. That was too real. He quickly pondered turning the car around and saying that it was all a sham, that he had too much wine at dinner, that he was joking, Anything!…he wasn't ready for this! How do you know for sure Will Truman? I mean, why are you letting some punk kid with the New York train system across his teeth decide your sexuality for you?
His anger rose as he turned the car and tried to find somewhere to park. He bullied me into it…how the hell would he know ANYTHING about me? We have met each other a grand total of twice and I am better friends with his business card than I am with him! The only reason I didn't sleep with Grace was stage fright…What am I trying to prove to myself?
Will got out of his now parked car and began to walk to the party. Tonight will confirm it Will Truman. He thought to himself. I will sleep with the first girl that I choose, to test…to see if I have this whole 'gay' thing out of my system and to prove Jack wrong. Then I can run back to Grace and her weird mother and we can be happy. But if not…no…it has to work! He tried to convince himself as he fixed his hair, gritted his teeth, and entered the open door, into a world of cigarette smoke, 80's music and drunken college students.
"Hey Jack! Great ass if I do say so myself!"
Will, Grace and Karen had pulled a large photo album out of one of the boxes. The heavy pink book was propped up on Will's crossed legs and Karen and Grace were leaning over either side of Will to look at the pages. Jack was leaning in the doorway, watching the amusement his childhood photos were bringing to his friends and secretly wishing his mother had taken the album with her. Feeling a cold coming on, he coughed slightly.
Will grinned mockingly "I am loving the colour of this album Jack!"
"And I am loving the colour of grey showing through your hair, Will."
"I must ask though, why is the album pink?" Grace said, looking up at Jack.
"She must have guessed his sex from the fact that he was bitch – slapping in the womb rather than kicking" Will snickered.
"Yours is pink too, Will. Don't think I haven't seen it, and you can't pass it off as manly pink either. Manly pink barely exists" Will looked down shamefullyas Jack continued to answer Grace's question. "My Mom really wanted a girl."
Karen smiled "And lucky for her, she didn't just get a girl, she got a slut"
"Love you Kare!"
"Love your noodle poodle!"
"Wow, that's real love for you…a queer man and his sugar momma" Will quipped as he flipped the page over in the album.
He grinned mischievously as he pulled out a photo for the others to get a better look. A wide eyed, three year old Jack wearing only short 70's style shorts, cowboy boots and cowboy hat was beaming back up at them.
Karen laughed hysterically "Good Lord! He was a fairy right from the word 'go'!"
"I know! I mean, look at that accessorizing!" Grace said before bursting out laughing again.
"Funny and kind of sad thing is, he still wears that now when we go out"
"Yeah, and who comes home with a man or four and who goes home crying into his pillow that he is going to die alone, Truman?" Jack then pounced onto the floor, seizing the album into his arms.
His three friends struggled with him, and only after Will pinned Jacks wriggling body down and Grace tickled him did he surrender the book.
"It's fun to watch the mating rituals of the common folk" Karen said, to no one in particular.
"Will and Grace just wanted something to spice up their dead marriage, so they tried to add me into the equation, but I fought back. I tell ya what Kare, it's really wrong and sad." Jack panted, trying to get his breath back from the tickling battle.
Will kept flipping through the album, each page bringing new rounds of laughter. A set of three attached black and white photos that were taken in a booth fell out of the album.
He picked them up and inspected them. "You still have these? I totally forgot we did these!" A surprised Will exclaimed, looking at Jack, who was now sitting, facing him. He couldn't help but feel a little flattered that the photos had been kept all this time.
Jack enjoyed Will's mask of disbelief – he always thought it was funny when Will was shocked. He suddenly realised that to his own surprise, he was staring at his best friend. He cringed. Not now Jack. Forget it. It's PMS…yes damn that time of the month. He giggled at his own sillythoughts, before changing his mood.
"Forgetfulness is a big part of old age. I…I thought I threw these out!" Jack snapped, snatching the strip of pictures out of Wills hand and shoving them into his pocket.
The four sat on the carpet quietly for a few minutes before Jack stood up.
"I am soooo bored. Let's go out and do something." He whinged. "This is all too 7th Heaven for me. This cowboy feels like finding a horse to ride. At the ranch I like to call, Boy Bar"
"Yay! Homo on the range!" Karen squealed, clapping her hands as she stood up to join her friend. "I second and third that honey!" she said, indicating that her breasts were the extra person.
Will joined the standing two, and helped Grace up "Well, sure, I'd love to go out too…if we weren't slap bang in the middle of a storm and if we could make it to the car without looking like the cast of Waterworld."
"I'm pooped anyway." Grace yawned.
Karen dropped to her knees. "We are going to die in this house!" She yelled dramatically.
Obeying his nightly ritual, Jack found himself on the phone to Cody once again.
"So, what's your man of the minute doing tonight, McFarland?"
"He's staying at that Grace girl's house for the weekend."
"Is she the one that always lingers at the food table at parties?"
"Yep. That's her. He plans on making love to her tonight" Jack sarcastically spouted.
"Jack, he is straight. Deal with it. I have to go now because Derek is waiting, and you know how rude it is to keep the guest waiting."
"OoOoOoh Derek as in the new film major that talks about his video camera all the time?"
"uh…yeah"
"I want every filthy detail tomorrow Cody!"
"Goodnight Jack, you're too young for this corruption"
"Shut up. Tell me tomorrow."
"I don't think that I want to disclose my personal details with a 16 year old virgin thank you very much!"
"Well, hopefully that will change soon" Jack cheekily replied.
"You're gonna die a virgin if you think that Will guy is gonna be your first."
"You never know." Jack decided to leave out the fact that Will had previously called him from Grace's house earlier that night.
"Yes I do. He is too old for you and he is straight, and if he has any idea what your personality is like…"
Suddenly Jack's doorbell rang sending a cold shock down his spine. Jack quickly hung up the phone, cutting off Cody's rambling and stumbled downstairs, hoping his mother didn't wake up with the noise. She usually sleeps like a coma patient anyway. He thought as he opened the door.
Whoever this is better be important, it's 3 o clock in the morning. If it isn't Cher asking me to come on tour with her, I am gonna be one angry bitch. Jack froze, the only thing he thought he could hear was his heart pulsing at about 100 miles an hour.He was totally unprepared for his visitor.
"You win, Jack" Will said, as he looked up. His eyes were watery and red rimmed from crying. Jack felt as if his stomach was clogged in his throat…partially from the look of defeat and misery on Will's face, and partially from the exhilaration of actually having him at his door step.
"What's my prize?"
"My pride" Will said, as tears started to well up in his eyes again. Stop it! Don't cry in front of him. Don't give him the satisfaction. He thought to himself as he quickly rubbed his eyes.
To his surprise, Jack just shook his head and quietly grabbed Will's hand and led him to his bedroom. They both sat on the bed, and before he even knew it, Will was clutching onto Jack and crying.
"I didn't know where else to go." Will sobbed.
Jack impulsively kissed Will's cheek. Yay! Stop. Be serious Jack. "Well I'm glad to be of service"
Will broke the hug and they both lay down next to each other on Jack's bed. Jack held Wills hand, as between sniffles and weeping, Will explained the nights events. The almost – sex with Grace, the accidental proposal, her reaction to his coming out, the party, the awkward sex with Diane and the confirming of his sexuality. Jack, for once, quietly listened as he held his friend's hand and talked throughout the night.
Jack abruptly sat up as he felt a sudden surge of light enter his bedroom. What the hell?
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty" Will said, the edge of the curtain still in his hand.
Jack flopped back down onto his pillow and closed his eyes. I don't want to be awake yet. Go and hang out with your damn wife, Will!
"Sleeping beauty can only be woken up by a kiss from a handsome prince." Grace said, as she entered the room, wearing her pyjamas and walking much in the manner of a zombie.
"I would really like that idea Grace if there actually was any form of handsome prince in the house."
Karen jumped onto the bed. "Get up!"
"No, leave me alone!"
"I'm afraid we can't do that Jack, you see, you have some packing to do, and we have some moping to do." Will said, sitting on the bed.
Jack slowly sat up again, this time rubbing his eyes, and adjusting his eyesight to be able to correctly focus on room around him.
"Fine. You win"
"What's my prize then, Jack?"
Jack squinted his eyes as he thought. What's my prize? Where the hell did that come from Will? And where do I remember that line from?
"A trip to the Bahamas with the chatroom nerd of your choice…if even they don't turn you down" He replied.
"Yeah, either that or Grace" Karen giggled.