This party was pretty much like Disneyworld, but not the fun part. It was just the part with the endless lines and crowd and waiting. Will tapped his empty red silo cup against his thigh impatiently and let out a huffy breath as they stood in the kitchen waiting for their turn at the keg.

So far for his $10 he had gotten one slice of pizza and a cup of beer. Bad deal.

"I can't even move," muttered Will to T. "There's a lot of people here."

"It's the place to be at," smiled T, mischievously. He jutted his chin out and motioned to the pretty blonde girl nearby.

Will nodded and half-heartedly smiled at him. He hopelessly tried to move forward towards the keg, but it didn't seem like the mass of people in front of him were going anywhere, anytime soon.

He scanned the kitchen and what he could see of the living room, looking for Sierra and Gabi. They didn't appear to be in the kitchen, but Will couldn't be sure since there were so many people in front of and behind him. And to his sides. There better be enough beer to go around for all these people.

No sign of the girls in the front room, either. But some guys had moved out an empty keg so there was at least more room to move around in that room. Some dancing had even broken out.

"Great party, don't you think?" asked T to the blonde. She turned towards him and smiled shyly.

"Okay. This oughta be great to watch." muttered Will to T, chuckling.

"You go here? To this school?" T asked.

"Yeah, uh huh. I'm a freshman. You?"

"No," said T. "I'm a freshman, too, but from Southern. Yep, college guys. We're just visiting here. Our band was playing a couple shows and we were just in town."

"Wow," said Will quietly. "You think that's how it's done?"

The blonde seemed appropriately impressed. Will remembered that T had mentioned before how much girls love guys in a band; he had said that with Will singing and playing guitar they should form one. Funny story, though, T actually plays nothing.

Another funny story, it looked like T's picking up of the girl actually might be working, which, really, made no sense at all.

Though Will had to admit, the lying looked strangely appealing. The idea of being someone else, even just for this one night, sounded freeing.

"I'm the drummer," he heard T saying. That thought made Will burst with a "ha!" which he had to turn away from the girl and T to release.

When he faced the living room it wasn't Sierra or Gabi that Will saw, but the brown haired, hot guy he had noticed at the dorm earlier in the day. His heart immediately jumped to attention.

He was dancing; unabashedly having fun, paying very little attention to the idea that he might be looking stupid. He didn't though, not to Will. He looked amazing. His hips moved to the music, and Will's eyes skimmed up and down the body admiring every move and muscle.

Then the guy looked right at Will, his dark eyes catching his. Will felt like invisible ropes were looping from one to the other, tying them together, ready to pull them closer. The feeling was overwhelming.

He forced himself to break eye contact and took a deep breath, shuffling his feet forward, inching closer to the keg. He turned so the guy would only be able to see his back. And yet, he thought he could still feel the guy watching him. He couldn't help the thrill that that idea gave him.

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"Sonny! Fun, right?" smiled Linnea, boozy and happy. His roommate staggered a little and he briefly steadied her on her feet.

"Yes, sweetie, fun. A version of," smiled Sonny, patting her. His eyes went over her shoulder though, at the blonde guy standing in the kitchen, with his back to them. "I mean, you saw me dancing, right? I was killing it out there."

"Yes, those dance moves, we were all dying!" laughed Mark as he pushed into them.

And Sonny had been dancing like no one was watching; what he lacked in style he made up for with enthusiasm. As he traveled the room—-dancing shouldn't be done in one spot, just move as the music leads you—he had suddenly locked eye contact with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. The way this guy looked at him…

What Sonny wanted most in the world right now was to have those eyes on him again. Unfortunately now, Sonny could only study the back of this guy's neck, his shoulders, his backside. Nice backside.

Mark announced, "We're breaking out the kaorke in a sec and you are really gonna shine."

Sonny waved his hands adamantly. "Never, never. Not for me, that's awful stuff. I'm going to have to go hide in the laundry room."

Mark looked annoyed and Sonny shrugged and shook his head.

"Okay, whatever. But make sure you come out front when we do the piñata," he said, grinning.

"Sure," said Sonny.

But as Mark moved further into the crowd, Linnea frowned at Sonny.

"Don't. Go. Near. The piñata."

"Ooookayy…"

"Mark filled it with baked beans! It's gonna be a fucking mess."

Sonny stared at her, in slight disbelief, before breaking out into a laugh. "Wow! That is good to know."

"Have you met Tony, yet? I saw Cathy was here. But I don't see you with anyone."

"I haven't met him so far," shrugged Sonny. "Maybe he's here somewhere…" Was he blonde and gorgeous with blue eyes that could peer right into your soul? No, Cathy said dark hair, darker complexion.

"Well, go meet him! What are you waiting for! You want to have fun, don't you? You want to have a good time tonight? Go get him!"

Linnea meant the sorta-blind-date but Sonny knew what he really wanted to do. What was he waiting for?

Sonny smiled at his friend and excused himself quickly, with a small wink at her, "I am going to follow that advice."