I like this chapter, but I think it's extremely short.
There's more, but I didn't have to will to finish it (this part has been written for a month now)
I'll have the next one up soon, but hopefully this is satisfying!

Why wasn't she answering? Will paced the room, freaking out inside his mind and with his body. He had called her cell seventeen times within the past five minutes, and she hadn't picked up. It wasn't just that she wasn't answering, she wasn't even ignoring it. Rings echoed in his brain forever, until finally the familiar voicemail picked up.
"Hi, you've reached Emma Pillsbury." Suddenly a voice, his voice interrupted her. "She's too busy with her amazingly sexy boyfriend right now, and she'll have to get back to you."
"Will!"
"Shh, so leave your name and number. Now was that so hard?" He couldn't even smile at her voicemail like he normally did, especially since she'd kept it all this time. Call number eighteen and she still had yet to answer. After pondering and pacing for a few more minutes, he made up his mind.
"No, I'm going after her. Where else would she go? She's got to be home right now." Will rushed out the door, not being able to get to his car fast enough.

As he drove along the path to her house, he wasn't really paying attention. He could only think of her, and how stupid he'd been, and how afraid he was of losing her. "Emma, it's Will, please pick up!" Call number nineteen, and still no answer. He threw his phone against the passenger's seat in anger, more with himself than anything else. His car moved along the roads at a comfortable, yet fast speed and – wait, what was that? His gaze almost missed the police cars and ambulances surrounding what looked to be like a crash. "Wow that looks bad." He said breathlessly, and returned his eyes to the road.
But as he passed the wreck, he noticed something. "That looks like Emma's car." Will slowly pulled off to the side, even though he knew it couldn't be her. He just wanted to make sure the poor fellow was okay, for anyone in an accident that late was surely unlucky.
He got out of his car and tried to shield himself from the rain, running forward to observe from outside the huge circle of professionals. They'd had to get the gurney out and everything…wow, he sure hoped the person was going to be alright. As the paramedics pulled what looked to be the only person in the car, Will's heart dropped to his feet instantly. His legs buckled, his teeth chattered, his lack of air nearly choked him to death. The light, blondish red hair and the cute outfit, and the huge doe-like eyes that were even visible while they were closed. Even he was surprised he recognized her, with blood covering parts of her body and clothes: his girlfriend.
"NO, NO! That's my girlfriend, no! Get out of the way!" Will managed to push his way through the crowd, his ears now ringing terribly. The world didn't exist anymore, he had to make sure his Em was okay, she had to be. No, no, this wasn't happening…impossible, no!
"Sir, sir, you need to move." A few police pulled him back, and thank God for rain or else they would've seen the tears streaming down his cheeks. This wasn't happening, it was just an awful dream…a nightmare.
"That's my girlfriend, move, I have to see her!"
They held him back still. "There's nothing you can do for her right now, sir! She has to be taken to the hospital, now we can give you a ride but you're forbidden to ride in the ambulance. Do you understand?"
The police seemed to be talking awfully slow for grown men, but maybe that was just Will. He nodded and started pacing again, running his hands through his hair. He felt his heart pounding against his ribs and his brain pulsing against his skull. Oh, God…oh, God. Suddenly his body went into sort of a shocked state, and Will began speaking with a monotone and a blank face.
"Please, take me the hospital now." He asked almost inaudibly, trembling a little as he was feeling dizzy.
"Yes, sir, we just need you to calm down first. Can you give us some information while we drive you?"
Will nodded, feeling as though his throat was closing up by the second. The peripheral vision in his eyes seemed to disappear as the entire world started spinning, except for the few items in front of him. As he stepped into the car, he began telling them everything as if it were something he did every day. "Her name is Emma Pillsbury, and she's 31 years old. She lives in Lima, Ohio. She's the guidance counselor at William McKinley High School. Her birthday is April 21st, 1978." He felt his mouth dry, but couldn't find the desire to lick his lips.
The policeman in the passenger seat turned around the face him. "For what it's worth, her injuries weren't that bad. The paramedics said she wouldn't even have to go into surgery."
But the mess, she wouldn't be able to handle it. Still, he couldn't find himself freaking out. Perfectly, completely calm. "She's a mysophobe, so she may not be able to handle the mess. You should…let the doctors know."
"They'll make sure she's cleaned up."
The policeman weren't concerned at all, yet he still couldn't bring himself to say something. They had no idea, she had to be perfectly clean…Will would have to do it himself, but only if they got there in time. Perfectly calm.
"If you can, maybe we can speed up." He said gently.
"Calm down, we don't want to get a ticket." Said the officer driving, and they both instantly set into a fit of giggles.
For the next ten minutes, Will sat in silence, thinking about nothing other than his Emma. His mind drifted off to the ring he had reserved at a little boutique in the middle of town. Quite literally, one of a kind – he knew, for it was his great grandmother's. For weeks, his computer was riddled with Google searches for that one particular ring. And he'd found it –
But would it be put to use?

Ok, so did you like that? I hope so, reviews = mayor bee, mayor bee! free honey for everyone! (family guy reference?!)
anyway, i've posted an extremely steamy story of will & emma. i'm REALLY proud of it, and that's saying a lot. go check it out by searching for rated M with Will/Emma.
Only if you're old enough, but I love it!