Hey Guys! I just wanna say a giant thank you to you all for your support while I was writing this story. I hope the ending isn't too mushy and I really hope it doesn't disappoint!

Love you all!

Sundown xx

You give your hand to me
And then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You'll never ever know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me

"Are we ready to leave this 'Swiss Family Robinson' dump yet?" Karen questioned loudly, strolling into the kitchen. "My Gosh! That rain sounds like Rosie walking down my corridor!"

Grace sighed. "No, Karen. We are leaving after lunch. We all need to remember that there's a good chance that my Mom is coming down at lunch time and I don't want to be home when she gets there."

"Oh but Bobbi is fabulous!" Jack exclaimed, clapping his hands. "I mean, who else will sing 'Oklahoma' with me?"

"Are you all packed up Jack? We're not going to have to make another trip back here because you forgot a hair clip, are we?" Will inquired as he continued to dress the salad that he had constructed from the remains of the lettuce and cucumber in the fridge.

Jack opened his mouth wide, partially offended before replying, with great speed and annoyance.

"Nope. No trips back. Why would you assume that? I have everything packed up, nothing to worry about! Oh, salad needs more vinegar. Do you think that I am unreliable or something? Do you have no faith in me whatsoever, Will?"

After Jack's rambling, Will paused for a second, putting the spoon down before looking up at Jack.

"You want me to do a final check-over don't you?"

Jack looked down.

"Yes" He responded as a sheepish grin surfaced his face.

Will smiled as he began to fix his salad again. Naturally, I have to do everything, don't I? He thought. Not that I have a problem with it, I mean, could you imagine if I left the cooking and cleaning to Jack or Grace? Or even worse…Karen? He shuddered before kind of laughing at the amusing thought of Karen trying to cook, let alone clean anything.

He placed the salad down on the table where his three friends were seated.

"Hey honey, be a good servant and fix us a drink would you?" Karen asked.

"Hey honey, be a good human being and fix it yourself." Will sarcastically mimicked before sitting himself down.

Grace laughed and Jack cocked his head to the side. This is nice. It's great having Will to do all of this…and you don't even have to ask him. All you have to do is simply say "I'm cooking" and he'll be in the kitchen before you can even take your next breath. Jack closed his eyes as he felt another sneeze in his system. His nose inhabited a tickling sensation as he twitched it to try and get rid of the itch.

"Hey Samantha, pass the pepper please." Will asked, across the table.

Jack did as Will requested, before re tackling his on-coming sneeze. Ha! If only your jokes were funny, Will. Wait…does that mean that he was watching me have the sniffles? That's so creepy! But…flattering. Jack! Shut up! What is this house doing to your head? Why do you want to dig u…His sneeze sliced straight through his thoughts.

"Excuse me" he said, standing up and digging in his pocket for a tissue.

While searching his left pocket, he came across a bit of paper. Pulling it out, he looked down and realized that it was the strip of black and white photos that Will had found in his album. His bright blue eyes became hazed as he studied them.

Today is it, Jackie. Today, you are going to bite the bullet (not too hard because you still want your killer smile) and tell him. Forget Cody. You are gonna tell him that you are in love with him and his big forehead… surely he has to feel SOMETHING. You can't just hang out with a person day in, day out and feel jack-all for them. Haha JACK-all…o0o0o feeling Jack! I like it! Are you sure you are ready for this Jack? The boy asked his reflectionas he faced himself in the mirror of the shopping centre bathroom.

I can't tell him here, at the mall…I will tell him after that, at the grocery store when we buy the food for thanksgiving. Hopefully we will share many more thanksgivings together. Yes. The supermarket is less busy. It's now or never. He breathed in deeply before making sure that he looked alright.

He fixed his hair, and became frustrated with the parts that wouldn't sit in their designed place. He frantically toyed with it until he deemed it 'suitable for Will' and then proceeded to join his friend outside the bathroom and they started walking towards the exit.

"OoOoOoh he's hit above average in the Jack-o-hot-ometer!" Jack said, eyeing off a passing guy.

"He's like, 15 or 16…he is practically a child! Too young for me at least." Will laughed.

Jack's heart clenched. Too young? I'm 16!

"Has Cody said…anything…about me?" A nervous Will inquired.

Yeah, he said that he thinks you are boring. Dammit Cody…You could hurt any other guy in the world, but why him? Why did you choose him to be another notch in your bedpost?

Jack answered quietly. "No. he hasn't"

And I will never talk to him again.

Shaking off his downhearted feeling, Jack's eyes suddenly lit up as a grin crossed his face.

"What, Jack?" Will said, eyebrow raised, knowing that his friend had an idea…or something equally as hideous.

"See that photo booth? Let's get our pictures taken! Come on!"

"No! that is so…immature! And I hate being in photos, I always look crap…or like an ethnic villain!"

"You always look like an ethnic villain…you just need an accent. Come on! Please?"

"Why?"

Because I am in love with you and I want to look at you.

"Because, I get pictures like these with all of my friends…and lucky for you, I now consider you a friend."

"Wow. When did I pass the initiation Jack?"

"This is the initiation." Jack answered.

Will rolled his eyes and allowed Jack to drag him into the tiny booth. Knowing that the three flashes occurred quickly, they knew that they had to change positions and poses with great efficiency.

"Ready?" Jack asked.

"Yep…push the button."

The two boys stood next to each other and smiled.

Click.

Will then quickly wrapped his arms around jack from behind and rested his chin on Jacks shoulder.

Click.

Both boys leant in to kiss each other on the cheek, both unprepared for the fact that the other was doing the same thing. They had both leant in, their mouths inches apart as they both started laughing.

Click.

They exited the booth and collected the photos. Jack eagerly stuffed them into his pocket as he gulped with apprehension. Next destination: the supermarket.

The only way they could get their bags to the car somewhat dry was by sprinting through the rain in one heroic burst, but they managed to do it. The four then reentered the house, their hair and clothing slightly damp.

"Ok, is that everything?" Grace questioned.

Will nodded. "I'm pretty sure it is…Oh wait! I have to re-check Jack's room for him."

"You have a lot of re-checking to do Wilma." A naturally-buzzed Karen quipped. "I'd start by re-checking your outfit!"

"And re-checking the last time you had a date" Jack snickered.

"Wow, you girls are the greatest!" Came Will's reply, frosted thickly with sarcasm.

"We'll wait in the car for you Will…I want a heater!" Grace said as she and Karen were already starting to exit the house as Will ran upstairs.

Standing alone, Jack took one final assessment of his empty place. His eyes brimmed with tears. Covering them he smiled at the memories that began to remember of himself as a child. Playing with his mother and the man who he thought was his father, the Christmas mornings spent in the corner of the lounge room and the birthdays that he experienced there. He looked at his front doorway, knowing that this was the last time he would be on this side of the door. That is right where Will stood. The only time that I have seen him vulnerable was right there.

"Good-bye" He said, wiping away the tear that managed to escape, before he joined the girls in the car as they waited for Will.

Jack ran upstairs to him room, ignoring his mother's questions. He slammed the door and slid down it until he was in sitting position. He rested his head in his hands and breathed out loudly.

Mashed…and I'm in love with you? He thought, cringing at his own stupid words at the supermarket. He slapped his own head. Idiot!

He had been turned down flat. He squeezed out some excuse on the spot for his announcement. He was embarrassed. This isn't how it's meant to be! That isn't how it was supposed to go!

He began to feel angry as tears fell from his eyes, and ran down his cheeks. Tears burn when you don't want to cry them. He thought as he got up and pulled a notebook out from under his bed. And I will not cry them for you Will Truman. Not anymore. Not after today. He found a pen on his desk and settling down on the floor, he avidly commenced writing.

Will evaluated the empty room that he had spent many hours in when he was younger. He couldn't help but feel attached to the small room…after all, that is where he and Jack swapped tales of their conquests (men) and their feelings. Wow. Jack did a good cleaning up job…for once.

He was about to leave when something caught his eye. There, resting lightly on the carpet was a scrunched up piece of lined paper. Picking the paper up, Will pulled it open, surprised to see that there was handwriting scrawled across it.

Well…obviously he was going to throw it away…so it couldn't mean that much. He reasoned with himself before shifting his eyes to the paper in front of him.

Dear William Truman,

I will most likely never give this to you, but I need to write it down. Here is the crunch. I am just letting you know that even though today, you consider me as a 'family pet' I still feel the same about you, and always will. When I first saw you across the room at Matt Stokes party, I froze. I knew there was something about you and in the split second my eyes fell on you, my entire world was changed. It's like a Molly Ringwald movie (me obviously being Molly, because we can both agree that I am the pretty one). To tell you the truth, I know I shouldn't feel this way…I should respect the fact that we at least have a friendship, but I know that I will never feel for another person, what I feel for you. I know I am 'just a kid' to you, but even kids are passionate people…if only you would open your hugeeyes.

But I know that nothing will come of this, and I know that you don't feel the same way and that I will forever walk with a missing piece to my puzzle. But do you know wanna know what my solution to this is Will? Do you know what I'm gonna do?

Smile.

That's right. Smile. I am going to smile through watching you continue on without me. Through every boyfriend, through every experience, through every person that ever hurts you. I will shift from man to man, in the hopes of finding somebody that makes me feel even remotely similar to the giddy feeling I get around you. Who knows? Maybe I may even settle down with someone. This smile will remain on my face, with the knowledge that I at least have been lucky enough to know you.

There is so much stuff I don't know…like calculus or why the hell you think that you can pull off wearing red, but I do know one thing: I love you Will Truman. More than Cher. More than you will ever know.

Signing out,

The Family Pet.

Jack watched the rain pour and flow down the window of the car. He cranked up the heater as Grace and Karen shivered in the back seat.

"This heater sucks!" Grace whined.

"Honey, when we fall on hard times, the solution is always obvious."

"And what's that?"

"Drink!" Karen exclaimed with excitement as she pulled out a bottle of champagne from her hand bag, plus two glasses. Grace shook her head an smiled.

Jack became frustrated "What the hell is taking Will so long? I am going to miss the repeats of Sex And The City!"

Suddenly Jacks front door swung open.

"Finally!" Jack exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

Will started walking to the car, slowly, not caring that the rain was saturating him. Surprise!

Why the hell won't he hurry up and why is he looking at me like that? Jack thought to himself. He gestured for Will to hurry up, making him walk slower until he stopped just in front of the parked car.

Jack couldn't handle it anymore. Annoyance flowing rapidly through his veins, he opened his car door and walked up to Will, instantly regretting it as the freezing rain ran down his back, sending an icy shiver down his spine.

"Did someone have a stroke and not tell me?" Jack smirked. He snickered at his own joke before looking down at the soppy piece of paper with running ink smeared across it in Will's shaking hand. Will's gaze still remained on Jack.

Jack's heart stopped before wedging itself in his throat. No! How could you be so stupid? He's gonna blow! Best to make a run for it now…I'm a faster runner.

"Will…I was young and, and that's not my handwriting I swear!" Jack stammered.

"Are you still smiling, Jack?" He quietly inquired, his voice hoarse.

Oh no. He is pissed off.

Jack looked down. "No. Not right now. Let's just get in the car please?"

He looked at Will, his child like eyes pleading with him to just drop the whole thing. Will allowed the disintegrating piece of paper slip out of his hand and lifelessly drop to the curb.

Jack grabbed Wills arm. "I'm sor…"

His comment was cut off by a mouth violentlypressed againsthis own. His mind raced for a second as he tried to analyse the possibilities of what was happening, before realising that Will, his best friend, his love, was actually kissing him. He closed his eyes parted his lips slightly to accommodate the now soft kiss that he was receiving. He didn't care about the rain, he didn't care about the girls watching in the car, he didn't even care about his cold and the fact that he was probably passing it on.

Dear Jack,

I know this is 19 years late, but hey, better late than never, huh? In reply to your letter, I was an idiot to not see what has been in front of me the whole time. I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me that much. Yes, you frustrate the hell out of me, and you are still immature, but hey, no ones perfect. I come eerily close to it though. Youre probably rolling your eyes right now at that joke. I don't know why I am writing this now, but I felt suddenly compelled to as I was watching you sleep. Well anyway…this was just to let you know that these past months have been the best of my life. I love you Jack McFarland. I thought that leaving this note on the mirror was a brilliantly masterful decision of mine, as I know that this is the first place you will look as soon as you awake, as your vanity never ceases to amaze me. Now its my turn to smile.

Will

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