A/N: Because Here On This Island is almost over, it's time to start a new one. This is inspired by 'All This Time' by Mikki Daughtery and Rachael Lippincott.
Closing nights of shows were always bittersweet. This was especially bittersweet for Simon Spier. This was the final winter musical of his high school career. Granted, 'Sister Act Jr.' wasn't the highlight of his career, but he still had a lot of fun being in it.
Simon was hanging out with his friends at the cast party. Only he and Abby were in the production, but the cast party was really open to anyone who saw the play. Hence why no one blinked an eye when Nick, Leah, Anna, and Morgan showed up.
"Has anyone seen Cal?" Simon asked. Cal was Simon's boyfriend, and he's the current stage manager. They had been in an awkward spot all week, but Simon hoped he had something to fix that. He was going to give him his Christmas gift early. He had gotten tickets for the national tour of Dear Evan Hansen. It was Cal's favorite musical, and it was coming to the Foxx Theatre the next month. It took two months of allowance savings to buy them.
"I think I saw him go to the guest bedroom," Nick said. Simon got up from the couch. He walked upstairs, entering the narrow hallway. He saw Cal's jacket lying on the floor beside the door. Simon gently pushed the bedroom door open.
Cal was laying in the bed. On top of him was Evan, the head of the tech crew. Simon couldn't tell much since the room was dark, but he could tell they were making out. Simon felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.
"Cal," Simon murmured. The two boys looked at Simon.
"Si, it's not what it looks like," Cal said.
"No, I think this is what I think it is," Simon said. Tears were beginning to form in his grey eyes. He threw the envelope at the half-naked boys. Simon stormed out of the bedroom and went downstairs.
His friends noticed something was wrong. They tried to approach him, but Simon just left the house. He climbed into his car. He leaned his head against the stirring wheel. He and Cal had been dating since halfway through freshmen year. How could Cal do this to him?
Someone climbed into the passenger's seat. Simon turned his face to see who was there. Cal was sitting awkwardly in the passenger's seat. "Get out," Simon yelled.
"You're my ride home," Cal murmured. "I can get a ride with someone else."
"No, I'll drive you home," Simon sighed. "It's on my way to my house."
Simon pulled out of the driveway. It was now pouring down rain. It was around eight fifty so it was dark other than the street lights. Simon began to drive down the road. "How long has this been going on?" Simon asked.
"Since theatre camp last summer," Cal confessed. That was when Evan moved from Indiana. The local theater company always had a summer theatre camp. That summer they had done 'Godspell.' Simon noted that Cal and Evan were getting close, but not this close.
"I really like Evan," Cal said. "And he likes me. We're both planning to go to Julliard next year."
"Why didn't you just break up with me?" Simon asked. "It would have hurt less than this."
"Because I didn't want to lose you," Cal said. "I really enjoy our friendship- Simon looked out!"
A semi-truck slammed into the side of the car. The car flipped, breaking the fence. It rolled down the hill, landing upside-down. Simon's head slammed into the dashboard. He was barely awake, but he saw Cal. Cal had a large piece of glass lodged into his head.
Simon dialed nine-one-one. He just clicked the call button before passing out.