No matter what they tell us
No matter what they do
No matter what they teach us
What we believe is true
"Not a Japanese person in sight. What type of Karaoke restaurant is this? It's amateur I tell you…amateur! And WHERE THE HELL IS WILL?" Grace panted, irritated by the fact that her best friend was currently pulling a 'no-show'.
Her eyes darted around the table, Karen, Josephine and Jack all sat watching her. Why does this mean so much to me? Where is the garlic bread I ordered 20 minutes ago? Someone is going to pay!
The sound of a terrible attempt at 'I Will Survive' belted out by a young, drunken woman filled the room, adding to the inescapable, but amusing atmosphere.
"What's with the craziness, lady in red?" Jack questioned, folding his napkin neatly.
Grace sighed. "I just wanted tonight to go right, you know?I wanted to meet the men in your life, you know, to take interest…and Will doesn't even show up!"
"I'm sorry that Pierre couldn't make it, or Josh…or Damien or…"
"…or any other remotely homosexual man within the perimeter of the city" Karen chimed in.
"It's fine. I'm not angry at you anymore. I'm angry at Will… and the DAMN GARLIC BREAD!"
"It's not Will's fault that the bread hasn't come yet" Josephine said.
"It's ALWAYS Will's fault!" The three adults replied in unison.
At that instant, the door of the restaurant swung open and Will hurried over to the table. Josephine sunk back into her chair, skeptical of whether to speak again.
"Wow, when I've got friends that speak so highly of me, it's a wonder why I didn't blow off my work meeting and come straight here." Will said, pulling out a chair next to Jack and sitting down. Jack shifted his chair a little away from Will and looked at him. His face lit up briefly before he quickly smothered his expression with a look of distaste.
No matter what they call us
However they attack
"So where's your man?" Jack asked smugly.
"He couldn't make it, sorry." Will replied, staring directly at Jack.
"Of course he couldn't!" Grace said sarcastically through a cheesy grin.
"Is he at least hot?" Karen asked, not really interested, as her body was facing towards the stage, her eyes fixated on the pitiful endeavors at singing. "Good Lord, where do these people come from?"
"Of course he is hot! The guy is a dreamboat!" Jack exclaimed. "It's surprising that Will could even pull someone that incredibly good looking!"
Grace's eyes widened. "You've met him?"
Jack leaned back in his chair. "Sugar, I introduced them."
No matter where they take us
We'll find our own way back
I can't deny what I believe
I can't be what I'm not
I know my love forever
I know, no matter what
"Will, this is more ridiculous than the fact that Lindsay Lohan is allowed to release singles!" Jack cried. He and Will had managed to steal a few minutes together by using the old 'going to the bathroom' deception.
"Jack please, just…I'm not ready to tell them yet." Will pleaded.
"How much more ready do you need to be?"
Will squinted his eyes at Jack as he leaned in close to inspect his face. Jack nervously looked around.
"What? What are you looking at? Stop it!" Jack said angrily, hitting Will's shoulder.
"Are you wearing eyeliner?"
Jack froze for a second. Sprung! He quickly began to speak again.
"Dammit Will! Where's your focus!"
Will smirked, amused at the fact that his boyfriend was wearing makeup. He reached out and took Jack's hand.
"I'm sorry. What do you want?"
"Why can't we tell them?"
Will sighed. "Because…because every time I tell people about my relationships, it always ends up getting jinxed and ending soon after. I want something to work for once!"
"But you're Will Truman! Nothing is meant to work for you."
Will rolled his eyes. "Thanks."
"What I mean is…" Jack filled in quickly. "…That nothing has ever worked for you: the lack of hair, the body, the stalker smile, the la…"
"Well when you put it that way" An unenthused Will cut in, crossing his arms.
Jack ignored him. "And everything always works out for me; in every direction…put us together…something is bound to balance out…right?"
Will was shocked at Jack's sudden switch to seriousness. He wasn't particularly sure if he liked it or not, seeing as it was the outrageous and immature Jack McFarland that he had originally fallen in…well in love with. It killed Will to know that he was upsetting his love…the feeling tore at his chest, but he knew that telling the girls wouldn't stitch that hole up.
Will reached over and rested his hand on the back of Jack's neck.
"I just don't think I'm ready to tell them tonight."
Jack nodded. Dammit Will! Why can't you just deal with the fact that for once, something MIGHT go your way? And why can't you learn to buy better socks? These ones I stole suck!
"Thank you." Will muttered softly, before turning around to leave the bathroom.
If only tears were laughter
If only night was day
If only prayers were answered
Then we would hear God say
As they sat at the table, Will could see that Jack was obviously trying to mask his annoyance with a fake smile. He hadn't said two words directly to Will since they had left the bathroom.
"So Karen, what was going through your mind when the pyramids were built?" Will joked, avoiding eye contact with his love.
Karen laughed loudly, before leaning towards her daughter.
"See Josephine, in adult language, this is what is considered a Bitch."
"Bitch is the Latin word for Will Truman." Jack giggled.
Will tolerated the direct stab, knowing that Jack had a right to be mad, but wishing that he would understand just a little more.
Jack was becoming increasingly frustrated. He hated feeling restricted in anything, (including underwear)let alone about who he was with. That's it. He thought, standing up.
"I've just realized something. I've gotta go." He said to his friends at the table.
"Now?" a disappointed Grace asked.
"I feel like I'm in the closet again, and I would rather forget the whole thing ever happened, rather than feel that way twice" He said softly. Will's eyes snapped straight over to Jack as only he understood the comment. The other three girls at the table just looked at each other with confused expressions.
"Poodle, It's just karaoke!" Karen cried as Jack spun around and started to leave the restaurant.
And I will keep you safe and strong
And shelter from the storm
No matter where it's barren
A dream is being born
Will anxiously looked around. Once again, another 'Will Truman failure'. An instant idea slapped him across the face and he sprung up out of his chair and took to the luckily unoccupied stage. He flicked on the microphone, his hands shaking.
"Jack!" he panted, causing Jack to take his hand off the door and face Will from across the room.
"When the night, has come, and the land is dark, and the moon is the only light we'll see…"
"Will, shut up…" Jack said through gritted teeth. He gave an embarrassed wave to the new audience they had acquired: the whole restaurant.
"I'll shut up if you stay…just…listen. Please?"
"As long as you don't sing."
"Jack, I think we can all agree that I…well…kind of…missed the love department of the mall."
Karen laughed loudly. "ah, this guy. He gets me every time!"
"…anyway. I was scared in fear of this failing…but I see that my fear could be the direct cause of losing the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"Um, Will? Can you please speak coherent English so I don't have to decode things? I'm too lazy" Grace said.
Will ignored her. "Jack McFarland. I love you. And I don't care who knows it."
The room was silent. Grace looked at Karen.
"You can tell to the second, where, when, and how many times people have had sex…but you COULDN'T see that one coming?"
No matter who they follow
No matter where they lead
No matter how they judge us
I'll be everyone you need
The door of the apartment slammed. In a whirlwind of eagerness, they were suddenly swept away by the pulsation of emotion. Jack's back was pressed against his door, as Will 's supported himself by leaning his hand on the door, to the side of his boyfriend's head. Their mouths connected in an impassioned kiss. Will began to place soft kisses down the side of Jack's neck, as Jack whispered into the ear of his soon-to-be lover.
"I love you too."
Will stopped and stared at Jack, their faces inches apart, both men panting softly, regaining breath from the suddenness of it all. This was real, yet somehow so unbelievable.
"You have a smudge." Will chuckled as he wiped off Jack's makeup with his thumb. Jack swatted the hand out of the way as his hands found the buttons of Will's shirt.
No matter if the sun don't shine
Or if the skies are blue
No matter what the end is
My life began with you
I can't deny what I believe
I can't be what I'm not,
I know this love's forever
That's all that matters now
No Matter What
Grace fretfully paced around her office, searching for her cell phone. She hated being in there at night and she regretted leaving the phone there accidentally.
The phone shrieked, causing her to jump. She picked it up.
"Hello, Grace Adler Designs, Uh Grace speaking."
"Ah so I do have the right place." The man's voice was British, she detected. "Well Miss Adler, if you can stand to bear with me for a few minutes, I have an amazing job perspective for you that would really be quite foolish of you to turn down…"
"I'm listening…"
Next Chapter: The boys insecurities about eachother are brought into the light by Karen and Grace. Grace has a tough decision to make