A/N- New username, new story! I just finished writing this chapter a couple minutes ago, and I wanted to upload it as soon as possible. Just to warn all of you, if you don't like a Will/Grace pairing, then please don't read this story. I write W/G and only W/G, so don't think that Will and Jack are going to get together, because they aren't. Anyway, I got the idea to do this story in diary entries by reading The Princess Diaries books. I think Meg Cabot is brilliant, so yeah, I'm basically stealing her idea of doing it in diary form. I have no idea how long this will be, so we'll see what happens. Enjoy and review!

Bound by Love

Tuesday, December 25th, 11 P.M, living room

I can't believe I'm actually writing in this piece of junk! I mean, Will could've given me anything for Christmas, and he got me a diary. A diary! Please, like I have time for one. I guess I shouldn't be upset, because I got him one too. Hey, it was 15 percent off at Barnes and Noble!

Well, here I sit, watching another Christmas come to an end. Surprisingly, it wasn't all that bad. Will, Jack, Karen, Rosario, and I all got along for once. I think we actually enjoyed each other's company too. A Christmas miracle, Will's calling it.

Oh no, Will just put on cheesy Christmas music. Why does he have to play it every year? Like spending the whole day with Jack and Karen isn't bad enough. They're too busy fooling around by our Christmas tree to notice Barry Manilow's rendition of "Jingle Bells" playing . Rosario's making eggnog, and Will is helping himself to another glass of wine. I can feel his eyes on me as he drinks. Thank God the lights on our tree are so bright, or else he would see me blushing. I just looked up, and he averted his eyes. Weird. Shit, is there something in my teeth? Ok, I just checked, and there's nothing there. Why was he looking at me like that then? I shouldn't read into it. Will is gay, after all.

Oh God, he's walking over here. I'll write more later. Well, maybe.

Wednesday, December 26th, 12:01 A.M, living room

Will wants us to spend the day together tomorrow. Well not tomorrow, later today. Seriously, like we don't spend every day together. I'm not complaining though, not really. I feel like we need to catch up on everything we missed when I was married to Leo. I'm so glad that me and Will are both single again. Don't ask me why.

I looked out the window and it just started snowing. The first snow of the season! I absolutely love the snow. There's just something about it that makes me feel like a kid again. I just heard Will's bedroom door open. I wonder what he's doing up this late. Then again, I'm up this late, so who knows. He's in the living room now. Write more later.

Wednesday, December 26th, 12:33 A.M, my bedroom

Rosario's eggnog must be getting to my head, because I feel like that was the best half hour of my life. Here's how it went:

Will: Gracie, what are you doing? It's late.

Me: Nothing, just watching the snow.

Will: (now he's smiling, which makes me smile too) And you're also writing in the diary I got you.

Me: What can I say? I think writing is my new favorite hobby.

Will: Good, I'm glad you like it.

(At this time, my heart was beating so fast I barely heard him sit down next to me.)

Will: Did you have a good Christmas?

Me: (My throat suddenly became dry, now that he had his muscular arm around my waist, so I merely nodded.)

Will: Good.

And there we sat, for what felt like hours, just watching the snow fall. It was beautiful. And even though my palms were sweating profusely, I never wanted the moment to end. You can imagine how disappointed I was when he said he was going back to bed. So now I'm sitting here in my bed, wondering why I was so nervous around him. I'm never nervous around Will. A half hour ago I felt like a teenager on her first date. Maybe this is just a phase I'm going through. It has to be. I'll write more when I feel normal again.