Sonny was getting concerned that he couldn't find Will anywhere. He had checked everywhere. The bathrooms were empty, he wasn't in the laundry room—though he had interrupted a very busy couple who then seemed immensely embarrassed about being caught on Sonny's dryer machine. As it should be. The things they were doing need to be done behind a door that locks. Sonny tried to shake the mental image and return to the task at hand.

Sonny had checked his bedroom, up the stairs in both Mark's room, Linnea's room—only stopping briefly to put the stuffed animals back in their right places. He checked out back, peeked in the alley, came back around front.

Though he was almost certain Will was not around the front yard or street, because that's where Sonny had come from.

It had been easy enough to talk to the guy and get him to calm down; Sonny had just reasoned with the girlfriend and she took care of the rest. Only, Sonny thought he might have to actually keep a shopping date with her later in the week to help her find even cuter, new shoes, but fine. The girl and their friends had gotten the guy to leave and Mark sheepishly thanked Sonny.

"I'm just hoping I can pick up right where I left off before we were interrupted," said Sonny, who had grinned helplessly at the thought. He briefly talked to Mark about meeting Will while they went about a necessary clean-up, "Well, first I noticed he was watching me dance."

"And he liked that?"

"And our eyes met, and he…hey! My dancing really impressed him, I think!"

Sonny and Mark went through the gate of their neighbor's house, and unhooked their neighbor's hose, just to borrow it so that they could clean off their other neighbor's car. They were hosing it down, cleaning up some of the big pieces of the piñata and returning the hose.

"Anyway, then Cathy introduced me to Tony, and he was just ready to get down to it, I guess, but…"

"Yeah, I still don't get why you want to do that."

"Mark, we've been over this. I'm gay so I like to be with…"

"Shut the fuck up, that's not what I meant," said Mark.

"Anyway," said Sonny, "Tony was good-looking, fine, all that, but I was thinking of Will, you know? He's something…well, I don't know. Maybe there's something there." Just talking about it, he couldn't stop smiling like an idiot for whatever reason.

The whole thing had taken longer than he would have liked, but he hoped Will could have waited and just gotten comfortable somewhere.

Will wouldn't have left would he? Will's friends that Sonny had noticed, the ones who had been in the living room and called him over, weren't anywhere either, so it really could be possible.

He stood baffeled in the living room and looked helplessly at Linnea and Cathy who were almost to the point of passed out, he thought.

"Okay, you guys: gorgeous blonde haired guy. Blue shirt. Seen him?"

"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny!" said Linnea draped over the couch, practically on Cathy's lap. She was even boozier than before. "We were just talking about you! So please, I must know, did you hook up with Tony?"

"Yeah, where's Tony? We were saying , good for you! How hot did you think he was, hmmm?" asked Cathy, grinning widely while she twirled Linnea's hair in her fingers.

"Ah…yeah, nice. But, it didn't work out. It's kind of a long story." Sonny would have to explain and apologize to Cathy in more detail. Later.

He said, "The guy? The blonde? Yes, No?"

The girls looked at him and laughed like he had made a really great joke.

"Girls, I am serious. Linnea, look at me. Wow, you are drunk. Did you see the guy or not?"

"Yeah, he was here! In the living room with us."

"Okay, Cool!" Sonny smiled, relieved, his shoulders releasing some tension. "So, do you know where he went?"

Cathy grimaced. "Yeah, I think he left. He looked like he left."

"H-he left? With his friends?"

"No, he was alone," said Linnea, now closing her eyes and resting her head on the couch shoulder.

"He left?"

"Yep."

"Just like that?"

Cathy looked up at him, a serious expression. "Why didn't things work out with Tony? He's cute, he's funny. I know he was all good to go."

Sonny slumped down on the chair across from them. Gone? Will had just left? Sonny shook his head, thinking now how they hadn't exchanged numbers, and he didn't even know his last name or who had brought them to the party.

It felt like a crushing blow to have had him just up and disappear. He let out a thousand-pound sigh and stared up at the ceiling. That was that, he supposed. Will had just taken off.

End of story.

"I know, I'll keep saying it, Sonny. Just go for it, hang out with Tony and don't think too hard," said Linnea.

Sonny's eyes narrowed as he looked at his friends.

"Wait, when you say you were just talking about me and Tony, I'm wondering. Was that guy—Will—was he here? What did you say? Do you think he heard you?"

Linnea lifted her head up and looked at Cathy, with a slightly guilty expression.

"Maybe," said Linnea softly.

Then they admitted to Sonny what they remembered saying and Sonny could only groan.

He had dug his own grave, earlier when arranging a meeting with Tony through Cathy. No, the grave began, with the plan. Stupid plan, right. He had no idea what could be going on in Will's head after hearing the information, but obviously he didn't even want to give Sonny a chance to explain, so it must be bad.

Nail, coffin, dead, buried.

"Wait, I remember! He asked the way towards Haynie hall," said Linnea. "You could just go find him there!"

"And what? Just show up?" asked Sonny, hopelessly. "I mean, he left. If he wanted to talk to me, he could have. He would have. But I guess he didn't. Which, fine. It was just one night anyway, it's not like it…" Sonny's voice caught on the words. "Like it was something. It was nothing."

His mind wandered back to the laundry room with Will and how they had shared laughs. He thought of Will's smile, and the intense electricity he felt when they were kissing.

"Haynie?" Sonny asked.

"He's not staying there, though," said Cathy, sadly. "It's an all girl's dorm and after midnight he can't be there, so…so I don't know."

"Oh. He might have just been going in that direction," said Linnea, coming from the couch, crawling over to Sonny and sitting on the floor, beside him. She leaned against his legs and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He looked at her and swallowed hard. "I am, too."