Chapter 13- I'm Sorry

Author's Note- Hey everybody! Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter, you guys make my day! This chapter is finally the long-awaited apology, if you can't remember Will's going to Emma's apartment to hear her out. This chapter was really hard to write, so I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Emma Pillsbury put out two sandwiches on plates for her and Will. She wanted everything to be perfect for him. The guidance counselor ran over to her laptop and ejected the CD from it and placed it in a case. He should be here any minute now. I just really hope that Will forgives me; I know that I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I did to him. Please say this goes well, Emma thought. Her doorbell rang and Emma scurried over to the door. God, I look horrible, she thought, smoothing the creases in her skinny jeans and blouse. Emma opened the door and Will was standing on the other side, with a sad smile on his face.

"Uh, hi," Will greeted, running a hand through his chestnut curls nervously. He was wearing a gray Abercrombie & Fitch hoodie and a pair of dark blue jeans.

"Hi Will, come in," Emma said. Will glanced around the apartment as he bent down to pull off his Nike Lunarlons. Emma smiled, she didn't even ask him to take of his shoes and he did. No matter what, he was always thinking of her. "Do you want to eat first?" she asked.

"Sure," Will replied, following Emma to the table.

"Do you want to take your sweatshirt off? I can put it in the closet," Emma suggested, hoping that he'd say yes.

"Okay," Will agreed, pulling his sweatshirt off over his head and handing it to her.

"You can start eating; I'll go put this away," Emma said. When she got to the closet, she slipped the CD into the sweatshirt's front pocket.

Will looked up as Emma took her seat across from him. "Hey," he said, offering a half-smile.

"How's the sandwich?" Emma asked, Will only had a few bites left.

"Good," Will replied, finishing the sandwich.

"Um, I made cookies, if you want any," Emma offered, walking over to the counter.

"That was nice of you," Will said, taking a cookie. Yeah, like I've been anything remotely near nice lately, Emma thought.

"They're really good," Will said, wearing that sad smile again. It looked like his mouth wanted to be happy but his heart was stopping him.

"Thanks," Emma replied. "Do you want to uh, like sit down and talk now?" Emma suggested.

"I guess," Will mumbled, sitting down on the sofa beside her. Their legs were only inches apart and Emma had to resist the urge to put her hand on his knee, in a comforting way.

"Will," Emma started. Will was looking at the ground, running his hands through his hair relentlessly. It reminded Emma of how she acted when in panic; frustrated and scared. Emma placed her hands on Will's and slowly pulled them away from his head. "It's okay, it's just me," she whispered.

Will glanced up at her, "Sorry," he said, softly.

"No, it's okay. You have the right to be nervous or mad," Emma replied. "Can I start now?" Emma asked, looking at him with curious eyes. Will nodded slowly and Emma squeezed his hand, reassuringly. "Will, I'm sorry, I really am. I know that sorry will never make up for what I did to you but it's how I feel right now. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed with Sue. I should've known that this was going to end up hurting you. But at the time I was blinded, I didn't know what I wanted. If I could go back and time and do it over again, I would've never done any of that mean stuff. Will, you're the nicest and sweetest guy I know and I hurt you, really badly. Yet, you didn't do anything to hurt me in return. As far as I'm aware, you haven't said anything mean about me to anyone. I will never forgive myself for what I've done to you. I don't want this to become the relationship that you had with Terri. She walked all over you and hurt your feelings over and over again. I hope you know that I'm not like that. I respect you, Will. I want to support you in everything. Will, I've missed you over this past week. We didn't talk like we used to and I miss that. I miss all our conversations that we usually have. I hope that one day; you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. I know you're probably not going to be okay for a while. When you see me, you'll probably think of all the mean things I've done this past week. I just really, really miss my best friend. That's all I'm asking for, Will. I just want my best friend back," Emma finished. She looked up; Will had his back to her and was hunched over. Emma put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Will, say something."

Will exhaled shakily and turned to face Emma. How he looked made Emma want to cry; gone was the confident man and in his place was a scared little boy. Will's bottom lip was quivering and his eyes were glassed over with unshed tears. She could tell that he was trying hard not to cry. "It's okay to cry, Will," Emma whispered. Will swallowed hard but the tears began spilling over. Soon, his head was in his hands and he was sobbing. After a few minutes, Emma put her hand back on his shoulder, "Hey, do you want a hug?" she asked, softly.

"N-no," Will whispered, shakily.

"Do you even know what I just said?" Emma questioned, looking at Will's hurt face. Will nodded slowly. "What did I say, then?"

"Do you want a hug?" Will said, not realizing what was happening.

"Well, if you insist," Emma replied, smiling. Emma wrapped her small arms around Will and soon Will smiled and hugged her back.

"Em, I'm sorry," Will choked, his head still resting on her shoulder.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Emma said, she could feel his tears soaking into her blouse but right now she didn't care.

"I'm so sorry that I kissed Shelby. This is all my fault. I'm s-so sor-ry," Will sobbed.

"It's okay," Emma replied, hugging him tighter. After a few seconds of staying in each other's arms, Will pulled away.

Emma looked at his tear stained cheeks and raised her hand. She gingerly wiped away the falling tears, with tenderness that was unknown to Will.

"I-I need some time to think," Will declared, finally looking into Emma's brown eyes.

"That's fine, Will. Let me know when you make up your mind, I'll be waiting for you," Emma replied, smiling. They both stood up and made their way to the door. "Thanks for coming, Will."

"I'm glad I did," Will said, actually smiling for the first time in a while. Emma reached into the closet and pulled out his sweatshirt, handing it to him. "Bye, Em."

"Bye, Will," Emma said, as he walked out the door.

Will sat in his car, playing the events back in his head. As he pulled his seatbelt on, something in his pocket shifted. Will reached into his pocket and pulled out a CD. When did that get here? He wondered. He flipped it over; there was a note on the front. It read; To Will, I'm really sorry. Please play this. Will looked at the CD; it had to be from Emma. It suddenly clicked in his head, that's why she took his sweatshirt to the closet; to slip in the CD. As Will pulled out of the driveway, he slipped in the CD, curiously.

So what did you think? Did you like it? I'm going to say it again, but this chapter was so hard to write! Also, today I published a Thanksgiving one-shot for Wemma, of course. Please check that out! Please read and review, I would love to know what you guys thought of this chapter! I hope you liked the apology! R&R!