The hills are alive to the sound of... crickets.

I am so, so, so, so, so incredibly sorry. I know I haven't updated for over a month (this fact shocked me. I'm so ashamed) but I have plenty of excuses!

Example one: School is a douchebag that suddenly decides to throw on me mountains of homework. Example two: Said douchebag of a school also throws final exams into my face.

So really, it's not my fault.

But fear no more, my lovelies. The weather gods have made it clear to me that they want me to stay inside and write.

It's not a really long chapter, but hey, it's something.

So, without further ado, here's the latest instalment.

Previously on Bittersweet: (I recommend you read the past few chapters, that's what I had to do) Will and Lizzy's families finally find out about their relationship. All are happy, particularly Georgie (I think she's a perv within). Anyways, Georgie goes back to Italy, everybody cries and eat subs and Will doesn't mind having Lizzy sleep on his shoulder for the rest of their lives (If you know what I mean *wiggles eyebrows*)

Chapter 21 – Yogurt

EPOV

"I'm back, baby!" Charlotte exclaimed as she threw her bags down. "Give me some love!"

Charlotte and I ran across the parking lot, towards each other in slow motion. When we finally got close, we hugged, jumped up and down, squealing and yelling out how deep our love was for each other, and how much we missed each other.

I helped her put her bags in her father's car. Then Mr. Lucas took the wheel and we were on our way home.

Charlotte and I used the car ride to talk about everything that had transpired while she had been away. She told me about everything she went to see in Spain, how beautiful it was, and not to mention the shirtless, tan, Spanish boys she had met. She herself had also picked up some tan during her stay there. Not that I was jealous or anything. Nope. I'm not jealous that she gets tan easily, while I either burn or get freckles. When I complained once, Will said he had liked my freckles.

Will.

I had yet to tell Charlotte about Will.

Shit.

After finishing her tale about the sexy Roberto she had drooled over the entire trip, she asked me what news I had from home. When I looked up, I saw Mr. Lucas with a knowing expression and a smug smile.

Parents.

I attempted to tell Charlotte about my summer, and that including Will. I told her everything. I told her about his kiss with Jane. She gasped at that with a scandalised expression. I assured her I didn't care anymore. But I did confide in her that I had been angry for some time.

"He wasn't mine, so I had no reason to be jealous," I explained.

A smile slowly crept on Charlotte's lips.

Shit.

"Did I sense past-tense?" she asked, her smile annoyingly smug.

"...maybe," I replied, pursing my lips.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. And then she started squealing. Poor Mr. Lucas lost control of the car for a few seconds.

"Calm down, Char," I said. "You're worse than Georgie."

"I'm sorry," she said, pretending to wipe tears under her eyes. "It's just... my little baby... got herself a man." She sniffled. "My baby's growing up."

I rolled my eyes with a smile. "You're so ridiculous."

"But you love me."

"True."

...

After spending the day with Charlotte, catching up and being our weird selves, I got a phone call from Will. He wanted to take me out for a movie, as a date of sorts. He didn't seem to think we did enough of that. You know, like normal couples apparently do.

We fought over the tickets. He insisted to pay, but it didn't feel right to me. He called me silly and I called him something else. To make a long argument short, I paid my own ticket. My victory was short-lived, though. He wanted to pay for my popcorn and soda too. How did I end up with such a gentleman?

After he had won that argument and paid for my stupid popcorn, we searched for seats. We scanned the room and found two empty seats somewhere in the middle. We sat down and talked for a short while until the lights dimmed and the movie started. Ten minutes into the movie, he put his arm around my shoulders. I smiled to myself and made a joke about the cliché of it.

"Hey," he said, feigning affront. "I didn't yawn, so it's not really a 'cliché'," he air quoted with the hand that was around me.

I rolled my eyes before leaning into him. It was harder than I thought because of the cup holder between us. I cursed it in my thoughts, but Will seemed to read my mind.

"Shh, Bennie," he said. "It's not the cup holder's fault that he's in the way of your perverted ways."

I pursed my lips and slapped him lightly on the knee. He screwed up his face, pretending I had inflicted actual pain on him. I kissed him tenderly on the lips and he seemed to forget his pain. After this, we continued to watch the movie. Well, he did. I just stared ahead and let my mind reel. Usually, I would be thinking about my annoying, I mean, darling younger sister, a book I had recently read, ice-cream or the hot guy that was starring in the movie. But now, all I could focus on was Will's hand so close to my breast. It didn't seem to me like he was actually reaching to touch it, he just had long hands. But it was there, and I was acutely aware of it.

"Are you alright?" he whispered suddenly, his breath on my face. I shuddered delightfully.

"I'm great," I replied and attempted to lean into him again. "Damn cup holder."

He chuckled.

"Are you trying to hit on me, Ben?"

"Yes."

I was awarded with a kiss. The type of kiss you usually don't bestow on anyone in a room filled with strangers.

Somebody threw popcorn at us to break us apart. He smiled down at me when we did. I couldn't help but to smile back. His full dimpled smile is so hard to resist. He moved a strand of hair from my face, looking between my eyes and my lips. Then he suddenly frowned and moved a little away from me. This surprised and disappointed me.

For the rest of the movie, he stayed away. When we walked home from the movie theatre, I grabbed his hand tightly. He didn't try to take his hand out of mine but his jaw remained tense and he was silent until we reached my doorstep. There, he mumbled "Goodnight" and gave me a kiss on the cheek before quickly turning away and walking to his house.

My head couldn't wrap itself around what had just happened. It had been going so well. What had gone wrong?

...

"Wait..." Charlotte began with a confused expression, "so he just left?"

I nodded my head.

I had just finished telling her what had happened the previous night. She didn't understand it any better than I did.

We were currently sitting on the floor in her room, clothes scattered around us. I was helping her reorganise her closet with her new clothes. That is, finding something of hers I could borrow.

"But I thought you guys were doing good."

"I thought so too, but apparently he doesn't think so," I said. I picked up a Juicy tank top and held it up to inspect. "Can I borrow this?"

She looked it over. "Sure."

I then moved back to the subject. "I'm thinking about calling him tonight to see what the hell is going on, but honestly, I'm a little scared to."

"Why?"

"I don't like rejection," I said truthfully. "I don't think I could handle it. Especially from him. I know that may be strange coming from me because, yeah, I'm guilty of rejecting him, but I regret that. I wish we had come to an understanding much sooner. Then this whole thing hadn't happened and... I don't know."

"What whole thing?" Charlotte asked. "With him and Jane?"

"No," I answered quickly. Too quickly for her liking. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't quite believe me. "No," I said again, calmly this time. "Yes... maybe... I don't know. I don't care that they kissed, it doesn't matter. Jane is happily dating Charlie, and I'm... well, I was happily dating Will. Now I'm... complicatedly dating him."

This elicited a smile from the both of us.

...

Later that night I walked around my room, my phone in hand, debating whether or not I should call him. I wondered why I should call him. After all, he was the one who had to go and make it complicated. I found myself starting to get a bit angry at him. Why couldn't he just be normal? Why couldn't he just be like Kitty and always speak his mind?

I stopped pacing. Did I really just wish for my boyfriend to be more like my sister? What was wrong with me?

I suddenly noticed a shadow by the window. I normally would have been frightened but this was a silhouette I knew.

"Will," I barely whispered.

He walked closer and reached out for my hand. Despite my initial anger, I stepped closer to him.

"Let's sit down," he said quietly.

We took our seats on my bed and simply sat there for a while. Kitty was blasting music in her room and for a moment I was thankful. Her music filled in the silence between Will and me. But I wasn't thankful for much more than a short moment. Kitty's music taste was a lot different than mine so after a moment of listening to her wail along, I would have preferred to listen to the sounds of crickets and frogs.

Will was completely silent. He seemed content only holding my hand. He clasped it tight a few times and I could feel that his palms were sweaty. He was obviously very nervous. But why?

I mentally went over everything that had transpired between us and started panicking. Panicking that he was going to dump me for something I had done wrong. But I had no clue what I had done wrong. Well, at least not recently.

So, there we sat. He was clasping my hand with his sweaty one, while I pondered. Then I realised I was probably overreacting and forced myself to stop thinking. Instead I started beating myself up for thinking the way I had.

"Stupid arse," I accidentally muttered under my breath.

"What?" Will asked. He looked surprised, as if he had forgotten I was there.

"Nothing," I said, embarrassed.

Silence surrounded us again. I stared at our joined hands and tried to block out Kitty's horrid music.

"Elizabeth," Will said suddenly. I looked up from our hands to his face. He looked serious, searching my eyes. He took a deep breath. "There's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" I asked, wanting to chew on my lips but deciding against it. He always seemed to know I was nervous when I did that. And he seemed nervous enough for the both of us.

"I know we only just started dating but we've known each other for a long time so I think it's okay since we... since we know each other."

I blinked. I resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow.

"Um... okay..."

"And I know you've hated me most of the years we've known each other but... the thing is... it's... you see... I..."

"Spit it out, Will," I said impatiently.

"I... I love..." he faltered, "this song." He paused for a moment. He almost looked seriously pensive as he asked, "What's this song called again?"

"I don't know," I replied, not really understanding anything.

"Who sings it? She's really good."

"Um, Justin Bieber is a 'he'," I said.

"Oh... right..." he said awkwardly.

"Will... what is it? You're not acting like yourself. Please tell me what's up."

He took another deep breath. "I just... I love... I love yo-" he paused for a torturously long time, "yogurt," he finally finished. "I love yogurt. Can't get enough of it. It's so good. I just... I just love it so much."

"Um... that's great," I said. "I have some yogurt in my fridge. Should I get it and leave you and the yogurt alone for some 'quality time'?" I air quoted with my best pervy looking smile.

He fought a smile. "That's not what I meant to say."

"I know," I said. "And just so you know, I love yogurt too."

Aww... now isn't that a romantic ending? Just for now, of course. The real end will most likely happen in the next chapter. I'm thinking about ending it big, and ending it in Will's point of view. What do you guys think?

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