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Finally, we played our last song. The place cheered for us—including Will’s parents—and the band started packing up. I began rolling up an aux cord as Sayid checked his phone. His eyes went wide, then he looked straight at me. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he’d seen.

“Hey, Ollie,” he said, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “If you need to go and speak to Will about something, don’t worry about the rest of the equipment. We’ve got this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, buddy, go.”

So, my head spinning with tension, I went.

I dragged my feet, waiting for Will to make eye contact with me and indicate if it was a good idea for me to come sit. He gave me a nod, so I swallowed, sent a quick prayer to whatever the hell might be listening in, and sat at the booth next to him.

Mr. and Mrs. Tavares both smiled at me, which was the biggest relief ever. Even if the smiles were a little tighter than usual.

“You did a great job up there, Ollie,” Mrs. Tavares said. “You have a real talent.”

“Thank you,” I said. My voice came out as a thin sort of squeak.

An awkward silence fell over the table. I don’t think Will’s parents knew what to say. And Idefinitelydidn’t know what to say. Did I ask if everything was okay? Apologize for kissing their son? Bring up Will’s amazing shot at the end of the basketball game that now felt like it’d happened sometime the year before?

“Are you kids going to be out for a while?” Mr. Tavares asked.

Out as in, out of the closet, or out as in, out celebrating?

“Yeah—the rest of the team is partying at Reese’s house. I think Matt and Darnell want to swing by,” said Will.

Okay, yup, out celebrating. Glad I didn’t reply with “I’m planning on being out permanently,” then.

His parents nodded, and Mrs. Tavares looked to me. “Would you make sure Will gets home safely after?” she asked.

Unless I was very much mistaken, that sounded like something a parent might say to her child’s boyfriend. “Yeah, yeah, of course I will.”

“Thank you. We’re going to head home,” Mrs. Tavares said, scooting out of the chair. “We still haven’t had dinner. But, Will?”

He jumped.

“Remember what we told you.”

As they walked out of the building, their heads bowed together so they could speak in low voices, I turned to Will. “What did they tell you?”

His eyes were glassy, and he drew in a ragged, shaky breath. “That they both love me.”

Oh.

Oh, thank God.

Juliette was waving to catch my attention across the room, to see if their group could come back over. I held up my pointer finger. “And what did Matt and Darnell say?”

Another deep breath. “More or less the same thing?”

“That’s great. So why don’t you seem okay? Aren’t you happy?”

“I just, uh, I’m just waiting for something bad to happen.”

All the adrenaline and excitement from earlier seemed to have trickled out of him. His eyes were puffy, and his shoulders tense, his hands curled up into fists in his lap.

Under the table, where no one in the room could see, I grabbed his hand. “Nothing bad’s going to happen. That’s it. You’re through the bad part.”

“But what if my parents were just pretending to be okay because they’re in public? You saw them; they weren’t exactly jumping up and down with joy.”