Hello everyone!
This is my first story on here, and as we all know, reviews get cookies!
This story is mainly about Will Truman and Jack McFarland of Will & Grace. And as we all know, I do not own the characters, or anything else of that nature. Those lucky ducklings at NBC do. So they get cookies.
1.
"Jack, remind me again what we're doing out here?" Will Truman shrieked as he hugged his coat closer to his body. They were standing outside of a Calvin Klein window display, for obvious reasons. "Come on, it's freezing cold out! Couldn't we have stayed home and watched TV Land? There's a Leave It To Beaver marathon!"
"Oh hush! Where's your holiday spirit? We're out Christmas shopping!" Jack giggled. His cheeks were a vibrant, rosy red. "Anyway, I need you to help my find the perfect present for Charlie. I saw him eyeing that cashmere sweater…," Jack rambled on about all the items he just had to buy for Charlie.
Charlie was a highly successful romance novelist, and he and Jack had been dating for seven months after meeting each other in an elevator. It was Jack's longest relationship to date, and it seemed like neither Jack nor Charlie could be any happier.
Will sighed loudly, his breath pulsating into the late autumn air. He was sick of hearing about Charlie. Every time his named was mentioned, Will's felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn't want to admit to the jealous feelings that had slowly been creeping up on him. Every time he tried to push them away, they came back stronger.
Will looks so sad. Jack thought. He turned his head to examine his friend walking alongside him. Will had small bags forming under his chocolate eyes; he was obviously stressed out. Jack faced forward again and noticed a small coffee shop at the corner of the street.
"Come on Will, let's get something. My treat," Jack grabbed Will's hand and made a bee-line for the coffee shop.
Jack pushed open the door, and a small bell jingled. Inside it was warm; a bright fire blazed in a brick fireplace in one corner of the room. Faux-fur rugs lined the floor, and chairs covered in hand-knitted blankets were gathered around a small wooden coffee table.
"Gosh, do you think this place could get a bit more homely?" Jack wrinkled his nose in disgust as he removed his gloves.
"Don't you mean homey?" Will offered.
"No, I don't," said Jack flatly. "I feel like I'm in the boy scouts."
"May I help you two?" Will and Jack turned to the smooth wooden counter behind them. A petite girl with tousled blonde hair stood waiting to serve them.
"Uh, yeah," Jack began, glancing at the menu. "Two vanilla bean cappuccinos. Extra whipped cream, pour favor."
Several minutes later, the two men were once again standing in the frosty New York City air, sipping their steaming drinks.
"You know Jack," Will said, pulling his drink from his lips. "These things have massive amounts of sugar and fat." He gestured to his cup.
"Yeah, but the caffeine gives me twice the energy to burn off the weight," Jack rolled his eyes. "Duh."
Will grinned at his friend. Being together always gave them a pleasant feeling.
Finally, Will smiled. Jack thought. That's nice. He hid his own small smile behind the plastic lip of his cup.
As they spent the afternoon shopping, they laughed and chatted as they usually did, joking about their old boyfriends, giggling about the latest Vin Diesel movie. They held hands as they visited all the best stores in the city, and they told each other how great, or awful, they looked in their new attire.
Just as they stepped into Ralph Lauren , Jack boasted,
"I just know I will find the perfect thing for Charlie in here. This is his favorite store." These words made Will drift back to reality. He let Jack's hand slip out of his. He remembered Charlie. He remembered that Jack wasn't his. He remembered how lonely he felt because of it.
"Uh, hey Jack?" Will muttered quietly.
"Yeah?" Jack cocked his head in question.
"After this, can we just go home? I'm getting pretty tired…and I think I maxed out all of my credit cards."
"Sure." Jack smiled to cover up his confused emotions. What happened? We were just having a fabulous time. Did I do something wrong?
Suddenly, Jack squealed in delight. He hurried over to a round table, where neatly folded sweaters sat stacked.
"Oh, my, god. Charlie has wanted this forever!" Jack gasped as he picked up a powder blue top and examined it. "It's perfect! Oh my god Will! Don't you think Charlie will love it?"
"Yeah, I'm sure he will," Will said in a faux-confident tone.
"Okay, well you wait here, I am going to checkout. Remember not to talk to strangers." Jack waltzed away, clutching the sky-coloured fabric.
Will waited by the door, thumbing through stacks of jeans. A cynical expression was still plastered on his face. He jealously watched as Jack flirted with the cute cashier. I will never be good enough for him. Will thought harshly.
Jack and Will finished their shopping early that evening, just as the sky was changing from blue to purple. Both of their arms were laden with shopping bags. Most of the items had been charged on Will's card, of course. And up until the end, both of them had a fabulous time. Will treasured every moment he had Jack to himself. And Jack always enjoyed the companionship of his caring best friend
The two stood in the hallway of their building, ready to enter their respective apartments, when Will spoke.
"Jack?" Jack swirled around to face Will.
"Hm?"
"We should do this more often."
"Yeah. It was..." Jack struggled to find a word that fit. "nice." However simple it sounded, it exactly described the gentle, warm feeling they shared.
Without saying anything else, they entered their apartments.