The place is packed. Sarah clearly invited all her college friends, who brought more people along. I even recognize a few faces from high school. She really went all out to make this an actual party. I have to hand it to her. She may be my ex, but she’s an incredible friend.

I scan the crowd while adjusting the strap of my guitar over my shoulder. No sign of him.

“Relax, dude. He’s coming,” Tony says, giving my shoulder a reassuring pat. I glance at him and offer a small smile. I’m genuinely grateful he took the news of me being bisexual, and in love with a guy (not just any guy, but Nathaniel), so well.

Did he stare at me blankly for forty-five minutes without saying a word? Yeah. But honestly? That beats the gut-punching laugh or the butt jokes I thought I was going to get. He apologized for how much of a dick he was to him back in high school and even insisted on apologizing to Nathaniel—going so far as to plan on asking him to go for a workout sometime. He’s still my buddy, and that’s pretty damn cool.

“Hey!” Sarah’s voice cuts through the crowd and the noise in my head. I turn toward her. She rushes over, dressed in a short black dress with pink floral prints and little bows tied at the shoulders. Her hair is pinned back, with soft blonde strands falling around her face. She looks both adorable and stunning.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in close.

“Hey, beautiful,” I say into her neck. “You look amazing. If I wasn’t so into your best friend, I’d be all over you.”

“What a weird thing to say,” she laughs, stepping back. “You make it sound like a Jerry Springer episode.” She playfully slaps my arm.

I laugh, running a hand through my hair, hoping it looks just right.

“You look great,” she says with a soft smile, brushing a few strands of my black hair in front of my eyes. “I’m sorry he’s not here. I really tried.” She pouts.

My heart sinks. I knew there was a chance he wouldn’t show, but hearing it out loud stings.

“It’s okay. Life’s long. I’m sure I could just... I don’t know—pick up a phone like a normal person and call him.” I roll my eyes, laughing it off.

“See, now that sounds like a good idea.” She smiles widely, smacking me on the chest playfully with the back of her hand.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that, huh?” I wink.

“Oh, Caleb. You and your idea of ‘fun,’” she says, shaking her head.

Then, her smile fades as she glances down at her black heels. “Listen, Caleb. I was going to tell you after the party, but... I can’t wait. This is kind of my going-away party.”

I stare at her, stunned. “Sarah, w-what are you—?”

“I’ve decided to move to Australia for a couple months.” She shrugs. “You and Nathan weren’t the only ones who figured something out about yourselves in Toronto. I realized... I don’t know what I’m doing. I strung along two guys for four years to the point where they followed me across the country. I’m a mess.”