It was at a gathering at the Moreau's that the shit hit the fan.


Guy and Adam arrived together, but walked in, one a little behind each other. As far as both of them knew, the others knew Adam was gay. The only ones that knew about Guy being gay were Connie's mother, and Connie herself. But Connie wasn't around anymore.


"Hey Banks," Averman said, coming up to him first.


"Hey," Adam smiled, looking back at Guy, making sure he'd be okay without him. The two had come to a silent agreement to just keep away from each other. This wasn't the time nor place to discuss their personal matters with the others.


Adam sat down next to Averman and Goldberg, a cup of water in hand.


"Banks, this is Maria," Averman introduced his girlfriend. Adam had to smile, she was exactly the type he imagined Averman getting with. She had bright red hair, and glasses. She was a little on the geeky side but she seemed nice enough.


"Adam Banks, right?" Maria asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her forefinger, "I've heard so much about you. You were the star player of the Ducks."


"So they say, but I had great teammates. It wasn't all me," Adam knew where to give credit where credit was due. Though, Averman and Goldberg weren't two that deserved it the most.


"Hey, cake-eater," Goldberg called for Adam's attention, "This is my girlfriend, Angela."


"Nice to meet you," Adam replied, nodding his head. He still couldn't get over the weight Goldberg had lost. Angela, however, wasn't the most attractive. But as the conversation went on, Adam on the sidelines, not having much to say, he began to see that Angela was extremely funny.


"Hey, Banks, Averman, Goldberg," Fulton came up behind them, "Game, tomorrow, 10 am, in honor of Connie, at the rink."


"We'll be there," Averman nodded.


"Banks?" Fulton looked at him.


"Umm, yea, I'll be there," he agreed, and he wondered where would he get hockey equipment from so quickly.


He shook the thought off for now, and went back to listening Averman talk about something that happened just recently on spring break.


It was the yelling from the other room that brought them out of the conversation. Averman, Goldberg, and Adam locked eyes with Julie and Russ, and at once, the five of them jumped up from the seats and rushed to the other room.





"Fuck no, I'm not playing hockey with that fag," Charlie spat, glaring at Guy.


"Jesus Charlie, calm down," Jesse said.


"No, this is all his fault anyways! If he wasn't too busy fucking Adam, Connie would still be here!" Charlie yelled.


By this time, Adam and the others had joined from the other room. And all eyes fell onto Adam. He looked back and forth frantically between Charlie, who was standing on one side of the room, and Guy, who had his back turned to the angry brunette, his head lowered, but he quickly became animated.


"FUCK OFF CHARLIE!" Guy turned around, after that last comment. He had been taking Charlie's comments all afternoon, hearing them all underneath his

breath.


"NO, GUY! WHY DON'T YOU AND YOUR LITTLE QUEER BOYFRIEND GET OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME! YOU KILLED CONNIE!" Charlie screamed.


Guy couldn't take it. It was one thing to be blaming him for Connie, after all, he felt responsible. But Charlie was bringing Adam into it, for personal reasons. Guy turned around and flew at Charlie, catching him off guard.


Adam gasped. He suddenly remembered that Charlie knew of the two of them. He was the only one that knew of them being together. Both had forgotten that night when he walked in on them.


"I'm gonna fucking beat the shit out of you," Guy hissed, punching Charlie quick and hard.


Charlie rolled over, pinning Guy to the ground, "You little fucking pansy," he

said, getting one good punch to Guy's face.


Guy rolled over, changing who had the power again, "I fucking hate you Conway. You don't know when to stop, you never did. You're just upset that he crawls into bed with me at night," Guy said, making contact with Charlie's ribs.


Charlie stopped, sending an icy glad at Guy. Suddenly he resumed with renewed anger. Charlie was still aching over his loss of Adam, as a friend and as a boyfriend.


Charlie threw his hand out, connecting with Guy's jaw.


It was when they saw blood dripping from Guy's face onto Charlie, that those

watching broke from their state of shock, and took action. It took Adam, Portman and Fulton to pull Guy off of Charlie, and they shoved him into the corner.


Adam ran a smooth hand over Guy's forehead, and reached for the tissues nearby and held them above Guy's forehead. The two murmured back and forth, Adam making sure Guy was okay.


Portman and Jesse however had Charlie pinned against the wall, "You ever pull shit like that again, Conway..." Portman threatened.


"That was uncalled for. All that was asked was if you were up for a game of fucking hockey. You better not show up tomorrow," Jesse hissed, shoving Charlie lightly.


A crowd quickly formed around Adam and Guy, and even without saying anything, the two knew they all wanted to know about what just happened and if it was true.


Guy just stared at Adam, not knowing what to say or even how to say it. Adam looked up at everyone, and stood up from his kneeling position. He took hold of Guy's hand, and held it with both of his own as he looked around.


"Me and Guy have been together since spring of senior year," Adam spoke softly, catching Julie's gaze. "We've been living together, on campus, for the past two years."


Dwayne sighed what sounded liked a sigh of relief.


"This isn't how we planned on telling you guys," Adam said, the threat of tears in his voice.


"We know Adam," Julie stepped forward, putting an arm on his shoulder. Adam dropped Guy's hand and hugged Julie.


"Thank you guys," he said over Julie's shoulder.


"We're here for you," Russ stepped up, placing a hand on Adam's shoulder, "Both of you," he looked at Guy.


Guy looked up and smiled.



"I'm confused, why did Charlie say that it was your fault?" Dwayne asked, earning a jab in the ribs from Luis.


However, everyone still looked at Guy, including Adam, who had stopped hugging Julie now.


Guy looked from Adam to the others, and back to Adam, "Connie wasn't killed, it," Guy stared into Adam's blue eyes, a shade of blue he knew extremely well, "It, she, it was, she committed, it was suicide," he stammered, standing up.


From the other side of the room, Charlie watched, holding a tissue that he had to get himself, to his split lip.


Adam stared back at Guy, and a half a second later, had him wrapped in his arms.


Guy felt immediate comfort, the most he'd felt since talking to Christina and her mom, in Adam's arms. He leaned his head forward, and continued to speak.


"She left a note, saying how she still loved me and that if she couldn't be with me, that she didn't want to live," Guy choked on those last words. It was even harder to speak them then to think them, but speaking them, brought a new emotion inside of Guy. One he never thought he'd feel.


Adam hugged him tighter, but Guy, suddenly, pushed him away. He pushed his way through his friends, and walked outside in the pouring rain.