The next morning Willow awoke with an Ice Cream/ sadness hangover. I could not feel worse she thought to herself. Her phone rang "Hello" she answered groggily.
"Hey Willow, it's Devon" came the surprisingly perky voice of Oz's former band mate. "Hey what's going on?" she asked trying to think of why he would be calling her. "Just wondering if there was some way you would be able to stop by the house sometime today." "Sure" she answered confused "I'll come by about two when my class ends." "Awesome" he said happily "see you then" and hung up. Willow shook her head in amusement, she would never understand that guy.
Later that day when her class ended Willow headed to the house where all of the Dingoes ate my baby band members were currently residing. After a couple of knocks Devon answered. "Hey" he said in that annoying over sympathizing voice people used when they felt bad for you. "How are you?" he continued in that voice. "I'm fine" Willow rushed "so what did you need me for?" Devon put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a pained expression. Then she became overwhelmed with the urge to do something to him that she had never wanted to do to another human being before. She wanted to smack him. But she fought the urge and somehow managed to just stare at him. He then took her by the hand and gently pulled her into the house and guided her into the kitchen.
"Look I didn't want to have to be the one to do this and I think he's a jerk towards you and me for not doing this himself" he trailed off. He walked over to the counter and picked up a medium sized box that was crammed in among the many other things on the surface. "He wanted you to have this" Devon said starting to hand it to her. "What is it?" Willow nervously asked not reaching for the box. "I don't want to-" he started. "What is it?" she asked loudly for her. "It's your stuff" he said uncomfortably not looking her in the eye. "I don't understand." "He called a few days ago wanted his stuff shipped to him except for these few things he said belonged to you." "Oh, he asked for his stuff?" "Yeah, I mailed it out this morning." "All his stuff is gone?" Devon nodded his head. Willow unable to believe it ran upstairs to his room. When she threw open the door all she saw was nothing, his things were all gone just as Devon had said. She couldn't hold it back anymore the tears began to fall. Devon came up behind her "let's go downstairs you shouldn't have to see this" he said easing the door closed.
"Where did he have his stuff shipped to?" she asked through her tears. "Some random town in Minnesota, he said he's still on the go a lot so he won't be there long." "Okay" Willow said wiping away her tears, taking the box and making her way towards the door. Devon was saying something to her but she couldn't quite make out the words. "Okay, bye" she said and left.