A light rain had settled over Minneapolis that afternoon, and when Adam awoke, he was nervous at the fact that Guy wasn't in the bed. As far as he knew, he and Guy both had nothing to do that day and were planning to spend the whole day together in bed, just as another day to get Adam some rest. Adam calmed down quickly, figuring that Guy just went to the bathroom, or went downstairs for something to eat.
But when he hadn't returned twenty minutes later, Adam finally got out of bed, threw on some sweats and a sweatshirt, and headed downstairs.
"Good morning Mom," he said, entering the kitchen.
"Sweetheart, it's almost 2 in the afternoon," she smiled to herself, "You hungry? I'll fix you a sandwich."
"Nah, where's Dad? I thought he didn't work Saturdays."
"He doesn't. He went to go pick up your brother from the airport. Anthony's coming home for a few weeks."
"Awesome," Adam sat down at the table, "Have you seen Guy at all?"
"He mumbled something this morning, but went straight out the door. Is everything okay with you two? Did you fight?"
"No, we're fine. I just woke up this morning and he was gone."
"I'm sorry sweetie, I don't know where he went."
"I think I'll go for a jog, see if I can't find him."
"Adam Matthew Banks. Don't you dare, you wanna go out looking for him, fine, but you're going in a car. I'm not risking you coming down with pneumonia again, but I'm not going to stop you from looking for him. Just promise me you'll stay dry."
"Okay okay," Adam said, "Can I borrow your car?"
"Gosh, I wish we kept your car," his mom smiled, "Of course. My keys are in my bag."
Adam said his thanks, ran upstairs and changed, and was quickly out the door, his mom's keys in hand.
He had two places that he thought Guy might be, and after checking the pond, Adam headed to the cemetery.
He parked the car in the parking lot, and headed to where they had been only three weeks earlier.
The grass hadn't grown in yet, but flowers littered the area. Connie was sorely missed. And sitting on the ground, in the mud, was Guy.
He had one hand on the gravestone, and the other held his head.
"I don't get it, Cons. Why didn't you come to me? We've could've worked something out. This wasn't the only way out. Why did you feel that way it was? Jesus, I miss you. I never realized how much I missed you until now. And all I want right now is to hold you," he cried.
Adam didn't know how long Guy had been out here. But he let the rain pour down on both of them, not daring to disturb Guy.
"Dammit Connie, I fucking love you," Guy went on.
Adam leaned against a tree, just watching. He didn't know what to do.
Guy leaned forward and let his forehead rest on the gravestone. He finally stood up and turned back around, ready to go back to Adam's.
"Adam," his breath caught in his throat, "How long have you been standing there?"
Adam just looked at him. He loved Guy, he did. But after listening to what Guy just said, he wasn't so sure that Guy loved him back.
"About 5 minutes."
"We should get you inside. You're gonna get sick."
"I don't care."
Guy took a few steps towards him, "Adam."
"What Guy?"
"I don't think you understood what I was saying."
Adam just stared. Was he really doubting Guy's love for him?
"Guy, I just, maybe you need some time to properly grieve for her. You haven't had a chance, what with me getting sick."
"I won't if we don't get you inside, it's cold."
Adam nodded, and turned around, heading back to the car. He got in and started it, waiting for Guy to climb in.
Adam pulled up at Guy's house and waited.
"Why are we here?"
"You need time Guy. I'm giving you time," Adam said, "Out."
Guy stared unbelievably at Adam. What the fuck was going on?
"Out Guy. I mean it."
Guy shoved the door open, and hastily climbed out, slamming the door behind him. Adam, who'd never put the car in park, just kept his foot on the brake, sped away quickly, leaving Guy in the rain.