FULL SUMMARY: When Will spills his morning coffee all over a stranger while in a rush to get to class, something happens that he never expected. The stranger ignites something inside of him that he's never felt before. But that wasn't possible, was it? You see, Will Horton is an ordinary straight guy; at least that's what everyone around him thinks. Will this coffee accident make him change his mind on his entire outlook of life? And what will happen when this stranger is keeping secrets from him? Will a relationship be able to form, or will they both crumble from life's hardships?

Author's Note: This is my first WilSon chaptered story. I didn't want to post until I was basically done writing since I've tended to get off track with writing in the past when school comes back around and gets in the way. But...I wanted to share at least the first chapter of this story with you readers! It will be somewhat slow updating, maybe once a week or something, but hang in there. Thanks for stopping by to take a look at this new story! ENJOY.

Things Happen for a Reason

Chapter 1

It was just an ordinary day in Salem, at least from Will Horton's perspective. Except for the fact that he was currently late for his first class of the morning. He was usually pretty easy to get out of bed, but this morning had just been hell. He rushed to get ready, throwing on the first thing he found in his closet: an old, navy blue sweatshirt and thrice-worn jeans from last week that he hadn't gotten around to washing yet. At least they didn't smell too bad, so people wouldn't notice. He was putting on his watch when he noticed just how late he was. Grabbing his keys, wallet, and iPhone, he stumbled out the door, barely locking it before running down to his car. He didn't live that far from the center of campus, but always felt the need to drive rather than walk there. Especially since he hadn't even had his coffee yet. There was no way he was going to get through the day without it. He needed that jolt from the caffeine, and he needed it now. Parking his car in front of his grandmother's pub, he walked quickly inside, smiling at his grandma Caroline before she handed him a steaming traveler's cup of black coffee. Just the way he liked it. He kissed his grandmother on the cheek, thanked her hastily, and retreated toward the entrance once again. He vowed that he would make it on time to class, even though he only had 5 minutes, and his walk would take him at least 10.

Checking his phone while walking never worked out the way he wanted it to, yet he did it anyways. As he wasn't looking where he was going, he didn't notice the man opening the pub door and walking across the threshold just as he was about to reach to open the door. The next thing Will knew, his coffee cup was lying on the floor, coffee had splattered across both his jeans and sweatshirt and he cursed under his breath. He looked up suddenly, realizing that the reason for his caffeine withdrawal now, was the person he just ran into. He looked up to see a man holding his t-shirt slightly away from his body, small hissing sounds coming from his pink lips. Will was mortified at what he caused, yet was strangely stunned at the effect this stranger was having on him. He snapped out of his thoughts as his grandmother came over with towels.

"Thank you." The stranger was being very polite after what just happened to him. His clothes were ruined, and his skin was possibly burnt underneath his soaking shirt from the scalding coffee that just drenched him.

"I am so sorry. I'm such an idiot. I'm always checking my phone and not looking where I'm going." Will was hasty in his apology, checking his watch once again, knowing he was definitely going to be late now no matter what. The stranger looked into his eyes suddenly, smiling at him slightly.

"It's okay. It's no problem, dude. It happens more than it should, actually." The stranger laughed, and Will's heart constricted at the sound. The voice in the back of Will's mind told him to leave; to walk out of the pub right now and never look back. Will was confused; his body was telling him one thing, and his subconscious was telling him another. Which was he supposed to listen to? Probably his subconscious, seeing as he was late for class, and college was important to him; very important. Yet, for some reason he couldn't will himself to leave, his feet were stuck.

"Can I do something to… um, help?" The stranger looked up at him and chuckled.

"Can I borrow your shirt?" Will's eyes widened at the blunt question. The stranger burst out laughing. "I'm joking, dude. I'll just wait until I go back to my apartment to shower and change. Which I should probably go do now, since I'm all sticky and such." Will's mouth went dry at the stranger's last words. He didn't know what was going on, but this man was making Will feel…different: a good different.

"Oh. Well, I could buy you coffee before you… you know, go to clean yourself up or something." Will was shocked at his generosity. He was never the type to offer up to pay for someone's coffee, especially someone he didn't even know 5 minutes ago.

"Sure, I guess. If you have somewhere to be, it's okay. I can fend for myself." The stranger said, noticing that Will had been checking his watch every few seconds. Before Will knew what he was saying or doing, he turned toward the counter again, and used his arm to point toward it, silently letting the stranger know he was available in an "after you" gesture.

"Okay, you just seem like you have somewhere to be. I mean, you've checked your watch about 20 times in the last 2 minutes." The stranger's laugh was perfect. It made Will want to start laughing too, and he didn't even think anything was funny, not at all.

"No… I have time for coffee. I always have time for coffee." With that said, both males walked toward the counter, the stranger's shirt starting to dry and stick less to his skin. This made Will realize that he had been staring before. He had stared blatantly at this man's shirt covered chest, soaked with his favorite drink. Will wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he knew something was different. This man was different.

Will paid for their drinks before he led the stranger over to a small booth in the corner, slowly sipping at his coffee once again, needing the extra caffeine boost just to get through this small conversation he was about to endure with this stranger. He was all of a sudden extremely nervous, and he never got nervous: never.

"Thanks for the coffee…" The stranger stopped abruptly when he realized he didn't know what the other man's name was. Will stepped up to provide him the needed information.

"Will. It's Will. And you?"

"I'm Sonny. It's nice to meet you, Will." The stranger, now known as Sonny, put his hand over the table, reaching out toward Will, which Will gladly accepted in a firm handshake. The thing was, Will felt a tingle and sparks fly through his body and mind during those few short seconds of shaking hands. That had never happened to him, not even with Gabi. He shook the thoughts out of his mind, and took a large gulp of his coffee. "But you didn't need to do that; pay for my coffee, I mean. I don't mind being run into, especially not by a hottie like yourself," Sonny flirted.

"Um, it's really no problem. I ruined your shirt, and probably gave you heart attack; hot coffee can really burn the skin." Will was rambling a bit, not as bad as it could be, but still. This man made him nervous, very nervous.

"Do you know that from experience?" Sonny smirked at Will.

"Well, no…I guess not, but I just assume." Will was embarrassed now, trying his hardest not to blush. He didn't blush in front of people often, and he sure as hell didn't want this hot guy to see how embarrassed and nervous he was.

"Well, your assumptions would be correct. At least I was wearing clothes, otherwise it really would've left a mark." Sonny was still smirking, and Will swallowed nervously. Suddenly images of this hot man before him were flashing through his head; naked images that probably didn't do the man justice, but naked images none-the-less. Will couldn't help the blush that powdered his cheeks lightly, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn't close by, but Sonny's smirk let Will know that he noticed.

"So, are you new in town or something?" Will asked suddenly, trying to change the subject. He was also curious, just wanting to know more about this man.

"No. Actually, I used to live here. Well, only for a few years when I was younger, but I just moved back. I'm going to be staying for a while, spending time with my parents and all that."

"That's cool." Sonny smiled at Will's words, drinking his coffee languidly. It was a few more minutes of small talk, and then a refill for Will was required. He stood up to go back to the counter, asking if Sonny needed anything before leaving. When he was gone, he didn't notice Sonny watching him. Watching the way he moved, the way he talked to the girl behind the counter. The man that just ruined his outfit mesmerized Sonny. Not that he really cared about his clothes, but he did just buy this shirt. Now he would have to throw it away, which was a waste of the $20 he spent on it. When he realized Will was sitting across from him once again, he erased the thoughts from his mind and got back into the previous conversation they were having.

It was a few more minutes before Will noticed his grandma Caroline walking over toward their table. He gulped, a little nervous about what exactly she would say in Sonny's presence.

"Will, honey, don't you have class today? Normally you rush in here to grab your coffee and then are off for the day?" Caroline questioned him sweetly. Will glanced from Caroline to Sonny, blushing slightly again before looking back at his grandmother.

"Um, yea grandma. I just decided to skip my first class. You know, sometimes I just need a break."

"All right dear, I was just curious. I'll see you later, sweetie." Caroline hugged Will briefly and Will kissed her on the cheek before she turned to go back to the counter. When Will dared look back to Sonny, the man was standing as if he was getting ready to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?" Will internally cringed after the words fell from his mouth, seeming as though the words made him seem desperate for the man to stay longer.

"Well, Will, it seems as though I'm keeping you from your studies, and I'd hate to ruin your education." Sonny smiled at Will, before shaking hands with him again. Will stood up and walked toward the door with the other man. They walked outside before they stopped. They turned toward each other, willing the other to speak first. They both started talking at the same time after a minute of silent staring. They laughed at their antics, Will noticing that Sonny's eyes crinkled a little while he laughed, how had he not noticed that before?

"Okay, well, I guess I better get to class." Will said, not really wanting to leave.

"Yea, you should." Sonny teased the man he just met.

"I'm sorry again about your shirt." Will glances down at Sonny's now stained shirt, gaze drifting further down to his pants, blushing and looking up as quickly as he looked down. He noticed a small, almost non-existent smirk on Sonny's face.

"Man, I told you it's no big deal. I do own more than one shirt, you know."

"Right. All right, well, see you around, I guess?" Will smiled before turning to start his walk to class. Will shivered internally when he felt Sonny's hand grab at his arm. He smiled to himself before turning around.

"Yea?"

"Can I get your number?" Will was kind of flabbergasted at the blunt question, feeling like a girl getting asked by a hot guy for her number. But he wasn't a girl, and this… hot guy was just that: hot. Will was silent, but broke out of his thoughts when he noticed Sonny's phone in front of him. He smiled shyly. Grabbing the phone, Will typed in his name and number before handing it back to Sonny.

"Smile." Sonny snapped a quick picture to set with his number before putting the phone away. "It was nice to meet you, Will. Really nice." Will's eyes opened wider when he noticed Sonny check out his body, glancing up and down before settling his eyes back on Will's. Will tried to smile, but just swallowed nervously.

"Um, yea. You too. I gotta go. See ya." Will turned around and started jogging across the square, needing to get away from the man he just met an hour ago. His heart was beating rapidly, his palms were sweating, and his arm was tingling from where Sonny had grabbed onto him to keep him from leaving. What was happening to him right now? He never got like this, not over some stranger. He never had felt this way about Gabi, but maybe that was why it never worked out between them, or that's what he liked people to think. The problem was, everyone thought he was straight. Don't get him wrong; he tried to tell his family about his feelings, especially his grandma Marlena. He couldn't get the words out whenever he had sat down to talk with her. She was the only one he was fully comfortable enough with to share this big piece of his life. He wanted to be himself, just be out in the open for everyone to see. But he was scared; scared that people would look at him differently, that people wouldn't understand what he was feeling. He was open with himself right now, he was secure in who he was, just not secure with how others would feel about it. He hadn't felt attracted to girls for months now. Well, it had been longer than that obviously, but he pushed the feelings down for many years, not wanting to believe the feelings coursing through him. He had checked out guys before; had felt his pants grow tight looking at other guys, but had never done anything about it. He didn't know if it was just a phase or something, but in all honesty he always knew that it wasn't just a phase; it was just who he was. This would always be who he was.

Now though, something made Will feel a little more confident to share this information with the people closest to him. Someone made him feel the need to be more open with others and with himself; to share that he was in fact attracted to men. Sonny. He was attracted to Sonny, and Sonny was the man that made him want to change; made him want to be open with his family.

He was going to tell his family, at least his grandma Marlena. He needed to tell her; and he needed to tell her now. Changing directions from his class on campus, he ran back to his car, starting the engine and driving toward Marlena's office. He couldn't believe he was skipping his classes; that was something he never did. He always went to class, but Sonny made him so nervous and excited all at the same time. He didn't care that he was missing class; he just needed to be honest with the one person in his life that was always there for him.

Grandma Marlena, please don't hate me for being gay.

To be continued…