[A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks again for the super duper kind reviews and messages! I really appreciate them! I'm getting so addicted to writing these stories, here's a shorter one that takes place in the past, the way I imagine Will and Lizzie met. Enjoy!]

Right as Rain

The rain was coming down violently, like sharp needles piercing his skin. Despite being huddled under his worn coat, with his collar turned up high against the harsh wind, William was so very cold, and he knew deep down, there was a good chance he might not make it through the night.

He coughed, and it felt like his lungs were on fire. Tears were streaming down his face, mixed in with the rain. What a sorry way for my life to end. He thought sadly. He was sitting next to the steps at the front entrance of Scotland Yard. He had become a common figure at the Yard, he would wait outside for the officers to give him messages they needed delivered. They would give him tips, and had come to trust him as one of the quickest and most efficient of messengers. The money wasn't much, but William didn't have many options open to him. A few years earlier he had been desperate enough to try stealing, but it hadn't ended well for him and he swore he would never spend another night in a jail cell. Instead, he found ways to take on menial tasks for whomever would hire him. Unfortunately, that day, he hadn't procured enough funds to spend the night somewhere warm.

William shivered again and rested his head on his knees, praying that it all would come to a quick end.

...

Henry left work late. He felt bad, he had promised his daughter, Lizzie, that he would dine with her, but by this hour, Ivy would have already put her to bed. He stood in the doorway of Scotland Yard, watching the rain come down with a vengeance. Miserable night to be out. He thought. His gaze wandered up the street, and he spotted his carriage waiting for him. He gestured to the driver, who saw him, and started to approach so Henry wouldn't have to walk over.

Henry was just about to enter the carriage, when he happened to look down and to the side. A figure was curled up next to the steps. With the dark coat he was wearing, Henry almost hadn't seen him. He knelt down, despite the rain, and touched the figure. It looked up at him, it was a boy, around 17 years of age, his face red, eyes puffy, looking for all the world like a drowned cat.

Henry recognized him as the boy who would deliver messages for him upon occasion. He was a reliable chap, polite, but with a brooding air about him. Henry racked his mind to recall his name, "Will," he said, as it came to him, "Do you have nowhere to go?" Will shook his head sadly, "No sir." "Come with me." Henry said. Will couldn't hide the shock from his features. "Sir?" "Don't argue, you'll catch your death out here." Henry held out his hand and Will tentatively took it. They made their way to the waiting carriage, both of them completely drenched.

...

"Father! You're home!" Lizzie cried out with joy. She had heard the front door open, and despite Ivy's admonishments that it was late, she had snuck out of her room to see her father. They were supposed to have had dinner together, and talk about a new invention, fingerprinting! She had been so excited, and then incredibly disappointed, when she received the message stating that her father would be home late.

Lizzie stopped short in the hallway entry. Her father wasn't alone, he had an arm around a tall boy, supporting him. The boy looked up at her, his eyes widened a little, then his head hung down again, he was too weak to keep it up. "Lizzie, my dearest girl, this is Will, he's ill, could you wake Ivy and have her make some tea?" Lizzie nodded and ran downstairs to tell Ivy, then made her way quickly back upstairs to the small guest room.

Her father had helped the boy, Will, he had called him, to the bed and then turned to Lizzie as she entered the room. "Fetch some towels too, I have to get him dry." Eliza scrambled off to bring as many towels as she could possibly carry. She didn't quite understand what was going on, or who the boy was, but she felt important helping, like the time she had nursed her dog, Skip, back to health from having had a broken leg.

"Thank you my dear." Henry said to her as she came back in. "I need to get him out of these wet things." "Do you need help Father?" Henry hid a smile at her innocence, "I can handle that, Lizzie, why don't you go check on Ivy and that tea?" She nodded and Henry hoped that would keep her busy for long enough so he could undress William and put him in something dry.

Lizzie and Ivy returned, just as William had been dried off and wrapped up under the blankets. Ivy tsk'd, "Poor lad, caught out in the rain like that." Henry looked at Ivy, "He said he had nowhere to go." Lizzie stood at the side of the bed looking at Will, who was lying there, his skin pale and clammy, eyes squeezed shut. Does he have no family at all? She wondered curiously, Why would he be out in the rain? She was full of unanswered questions, but she knew that now was not the time to investigate. She would save that for tomorrow morning.

Ivy looked at Lizzie, "Time for bed young lady, you've had enough excitement for one evening!" With one last glance at Will, Lizzie followed Ivy out of the room. Henry looked at her, slightly suspicious as to why she didn't argue. He had thought she would be pestering him with questions. He sighed internally, he loved his daughter to pieces, but she had the incredible capability of completely confounding him at times.

Will's eyes fluttered open weakly. "You should have some tea, if you can." Henry told him. Will nodded, and Henry gently placed a hand around Will's head and held the cup up to his lips. Will drank and sighed. Henry lay him back down onto the pillows. He sat by his side for a moment longer then rose to leave the room. Before he could walk away, he felt a touch on his arm, Will had reached up to stop him from leaving. "Thank you." He said heartfeltly, but weakly. Henry gently touched his face, "You rest now, young Will, you'll be right as rain in the morning." Henry belated realized that might not have been the most appropriate comment, but he saw Will smile as he drifted off into a deep sleep.

...

Will yawned and stretched, then opened his eyes, nearly jumping out of his skin. Lizzie had been sitting in a chair that she had pulled up to the side of his bed, watching him. Her face lit up when she saw him wake. "Oh, good, you're finally awake. Who are you?" She asked curiously. "Why were you in the rain? Do you work at Scotland Yard with my father? Why don't you have any family?"

"William Wellington, I have nowhere to go, I deliver messages for the police officers. My family is dead." He said deadpan. Eliza blinked. "Oh." She said, for once at a loss of words. She hadn't expected him to answer so frankly. Usually people found her questions irritating.

William looked at her, She's beautiful, like an angel. He thought, any annoyance he might have felt at her questioning, faded away. He continued to gaze at her, admiring the golden hair tumbling over her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes, full of curiosity. Realizing he had been staring, he coughed, embarrassed, then struggled to sit up a bit. He finally managed to lean his back against the headboard.

She was still studying him, He looks interesting. She thought absently. Lizzie had been bored lately, her father working late hours more and more, and with the girls in school not being very friendly towards her, she had been starting to feel lonely.

"I'm Lizzie, I live here, I want to work at Scotland Yard and be a police officer when I grow up. My mother died." She figured if Will was willing to share information about himself, she should too. It was only fair.

A grin began to spread over Will's face, his dark blue eyes lighting up, She certainly is a queer girl, but there's something about her... he couldn't quite put words to it at the time, but he knew, deep in his heart, that Lizzie was special, and unlike any other woman he would ever meet.

Unbeknownst to them, Henry was leaning on the doorframe, watching their interaction with a smile on his face, and not a small amount of relief. He had been concerned as to how Lizzie would react to him bringing a boy home. He had hoped they would be friends, and she wouldn't be jealous, or think that he was trying to replace her. It seemed as though her innate curiosity had won out, and she was interested in learning more about Will. Satisfied that they seemed to be getting along, he quietly left.

...

"William Wellington! That is NOT true!" Lizzie shouted at Will, storming through the drawing room after him. He turned around angrily, "Yes, it is! You are just too stubborn to accept the truth!" She stomped her foot petulantly, "Am NOT!" He rolled his eyes and came to stand in front of her, "Lord Lizzie, you refuse to see what's right in front of your nose!"

Lizzie was getting more enraged by the moment, and she especially hated it when Will would loom over her, having a few more centimeters in height over her. She just knew he did it specifically to intimidate her. And, to make matters worse, she had noticed that he had grown quite a bit taller over the past couple of months he had been staying with them.

They were both breathing heavily, faces flushed, when Henry came into the drawing room to see what all the shouting was about. "Children, what is going on here? Why are you arguing?" The both turned to glare at him now, neither appreciated being called 'children'. Lizzie was 14 and considered herself to be a young lady, Will, at almost 18, already thought himself to be a man.

Both of them paused, then looked at each other, they had run out of steam, and neither wanted to admit that they had forgotten what precisely the topic of their argument had been. William shrugged and looked at his feet. He felt bad for causing a ruckus, Henry had shown him nothing but kindness, he truly didn't want Henry to regret taking him in. Lizzie crossed her arms, still glaring, and didn't say anything either.

Henry sighed, he could not believe how much two people could argue. Incessantly. Both of them were stubborn to the bone, neither would concede, and their arguments could last for hours, even days, in one case. He rubbed his face wearily. Lizzie suddenly felt bad. "Sorry Father," she said, then, "Sorry, Will... not." She added that last part under her breath. Only Will heard that last word and turned to glare at her.

Henry had known he would have to keep them busy over the summer, Lizzie had no classes, and he was still in the process of pulling some strings to secure employment for Will. In the meantime, it was a good thing he had come up with a plan to keep them entertained.

"I have an important job for you, both of you." They both perked up and looked at him with interest. "Of course sir, I'd be happy to assist you." Will said. Eliza elbowed him in the ribs, "Kiss-ass." She said softly, but not softly enough, "Eliza Scarlet! We do NOT talk that way in this house!" Henry shouted. "I'm sorry, you are right Father." Lizzie sighed, knowing she had just pushed her luck. She looked up at Will, expecting to see a smirk on his face, but instead he looked at her concerned. She shrugged, Will took her hand and squeezed it quickly, but not quickly enough to get past Henry's watchful eye.

What was that about? Henry wondered. He would try to remember to ask them about it later, but he had so many things on his mind, he had the tendency of forgetting most of them.

Will knew that Lizzie hated upsetting her father to the point where he would shout at her. She knew it was wrong, she just couldn't help herself, she just wanted to be heard. She had told Will one day, that she worried if she angered her father enough, he wouldn't want to speak to her again. Will had assured her that Henry didn't seem like the type of man to hold a grudge, especially not against his beloved daughter. She had eventually agreed with him, the one time they had both agreed on the same thing, but he knew it still worried her. So, he had squeezed her hand to remind her of their conversation.

"I need the two of you to work together," Henry put extra emphasis on that word. They both nodded seriously. "I have a very important case for you to solve." Both of their faces lit up. Henry was pleased, he knew Lizzie would be eager for anything involving a mystery. It turned out Will was also showing quite an aptitude for solving problems.

"I have lost something." Both Lizzie and Will burst out laughing, "You'll have to narrow it down. Sir." Will said. "Father, your second set of spectacles are on top of your head, and you are wearing your first pair." Lizzie said with a giggle, finding his spectacles had been her first, and most frequent case. Even though they were laughing at his expense, and rightfully so, as Henry was constantly losing things, he was glad that they had finally stopped arguing. Shame it was to gang up on him though...

"Alright, enough of that now. I need you to find a small box for me." Henry began, Will cut him off, "Sorry, could you hold on so I can take notes?" He went over to the small table at the side of the room and removed a pad and paper. When Will came back to the dining room table they all sat down, he and Lizzie sitting next to each other, across from Henry. They were taking this very seriously and Henry was hoping they wouldn't solve it too quickly. He wanted to keep them busy at least for a few days.

"As I was saying, I've misplaced a small box." Will nodded and, "What color was it?" "Black," Henry replied, "When did you lose it father?" Eliza asked, "Yesterday. I think." Will and Eliza both took turns rapidly firing questions at him. It threw Henry for a loop, he hadn't expected them to be so thorough.

"Where did you last see it?" "Here, in the drawing room, on this very table."

"Is it your box or is it related to one of your cases?" "It's my box."

"Was there something inside the box?" "Yes, but I don't know what. I shook it and felt something move. It was delivered here, but I hadn't a chance to open it before it went missing."

Will and Lizzie nodded seriously, Will was jotting notes as quickly as he could, Lizzie was peering over his shoulder, double checking that he hadn't missed writing anything down.

Will looked up from his writing, "Is there anything else you can think of that might help us in locating the box?" Henry hid a smile, Will was trying his best to sound professional. And he was succeeding. Henry thought that Will would make a fine officer, if he decided to follow that path.

"I think that's all we need Father." Lizzie said. "Will and I will start investigating and we will keep you up to date with our progress." "Thank you, I appreciate your assistance!" Henry said smiling. He left the drawing room to enjoy the newfound quiet. Will and Lizzie were poring over Will's page of notes.

"I think we should search the dining room first." Will said, "Knowing Henry, it's probably still in here." Eliza mulled this over. "I agree, we should check here first, but..." She hesitated. Will waited for her to continue. "I don't think this will be that easy." Will raised an eyebrow questioningly. "How do you mean?" He asked. "I think Father is trying to keep us busy." "Really?" She nodded, "I can tell, he wants some quiet. He'll make this hard for us, I think we'll have to investigate outside too. It's just like him to make this more complicated knowing you're with me." "Because together we would solve if faster?" Will asked curious, Lizzie shook her head, "No, 'cause he knows you'll keep me safe." Will blinked. Eliza sighed, she really didn't feel like explaining, so she kept it simple, "I tend to get carried away and forget about being careful. That's all." Will was about to ask her if he was supposed to hold her hand when crossing the road, but she stood and stretched, "Let's start the search in here, then we can plan our next move."

...

Having turned the drawing room upside down during an extensive three-hour search, they finally realized they were probably looking in the wrong place. "Oof." Will exclaimed as he slid down the wall to join Eliza, who was sprawled on the floor. "Aaa..choo!" She sneezed, "I guess Ivy missed a few spots dusting." She said, rubbing her nose.

William sighed, "Your father said the box was small, but did he mean small, like a jewelry box or a bit larger? I should've asked him to be more specific. We don't really have much to go on." Eliza turned on her side, propping her head up on her arm. "That's not true," she said, "we know it was delivered, probably yesterday, and we know he didn't open it. And, if something shook inside, I don't think it would be jewelry." "You have a point." He said. "I know." She replied with a grin. Will leaned over and plucked a piece of dust from her hair.

She sat up and looked at Will earnestly, "I think we have to talk to Mr. Terry, the delivery man. Maybe if we can figure out what was inside the box we can then figure out where it had come from!" "How does that help us?" He asked her confused, "It might not be jewelry, but perhaps it's something valuable, and someone stole it!" Will looked at her askance, "So, they came into your house, and your father, a police officer, didn't even know someone had broken in, and stole a mystery box?" When Will put it that way it did seem far fetched, but not under any circumstances was Eliza going to agree with him, instead she went on the defensive, "I still believe that knowing what's inside could be imperative to our investigation. Besides, what else do we have to do?" He shrugged, stood and held his hand out to Lizzie. She took it, and he helped her to her feet. The they both looked around the mess they had made in the drawing room. Silverware, candlesticks, crockery, and more, were haphazardly scattered about.

"On second thought, perhaps you do make a valid point." Will said. Eliza gulped. Neither of them wanted to be there when Ivy came back from the market. "Get your coat and hat, I'll meet you in the hallway and we'll go find Mr. Terry.

...

Henry had completely lost track of time, he had been working in his study at the back of the house, enjoying the peace and quiet, when he decided to take a quick break. He was amazed at the complete silence. It was almost too silent. What are they doing so quietly? He wondered. As he walked through the hallway, he happened to glance at the coat rack by the door. Will and Lizzie's coats and hats were missing. Why would they go out? I left the clue in the drawing room...

With trepidation mounting, he entered the drawing room. It looked like a tornado had come through. Everything had been taken from it's place, searched, and then left wherever the two of them had felt like it. Henry frowned, They did all this but still didn't find the clue? They should certainly be upstairs by now, there's no reason for them to have gone outside.

Now sweating profusely from worry, he reached for the handkerchief he usually kept inside his breast pocket. Instead, he felt a small square of paper. Curiously he pulled it out. Then with dismay he read it:

You have these in your home

Although it's not a door

You can go up and down them

To get between each floor

It was the riddle to the first clue, he had kept it fairly simple for the first one, the plan had been for them to go upstairs and then find the next clue on the banister. If I forgot to leave the clue, then what did they end up finding? And where did they go? He sighed in annoyance, more at himself, than at them. Thankfully Will is with Lizzie, he'll keep an eye on her. He looked around one more time. They were very thorough in their search. He noticed pleased. I'd better lock myself in my study, I do not want to be here when Ivy returns...

...

Lizzie was fuming. She and Will had gone to the delivery company. She had walked up to the counter to ask politely for Mr. Terry. But did they assist her? No. They treated her like a little girl and asked her if she was lost. It wasn't until Will had come up from behind her, with the same request, that the clerk went to get Mr. Terry from the back room.

"I don't understand why they couldn't just do that when I asked." Lizzie said aggrieved. Will shrugged, "I'm a man, of course they'd take me more seriously over a young girl." Lizzie clenched her fists at her sides. The nerve. Will, a man, ha! He can barely grow a mustache.

"Ah, hello there, how can I help you young'uns?" Mr. Terry asked as he came from out back. "Good day, Mr. Terry, I'm William, and this is my associate Eliza." Will said gesturing at her, he was trying to appease her, he didn't feel like spending his afternoon with her while she was in one of her moods.

"We were wondering if you could tell us about a package you delivered to my father, Henry Scarlet, yesterday." Lizzie asked sweetly. "Ah, yes, I can check my records. Was something wrong with the box?" He asked, hoping nothing had been damaged. Will shook his head, "Not at all sir, Mr. Scarlet misplaced it, and we were hoping to see where it had come from to replace the items inside." Mr. Terry nodded and pulled a large register out from under the counter.

"Let's see, Scarlet... Scarlet..." he mumbled as he ran his finger down the page for yesterday's deliveries. "Aha, here it is, yes, it was a box, picked up from Rowan's Confectionary." Will and Lizzie's faces lit up, chocolates! The both thought happily. It was a rare treat, and they both loved candy. "Thank you, Mr. Terry!" Lizzie said, her bad mood gone. "Think nothing of it! Have a lovely day."

They left the store and looked at each other with grins on their faces. "Henry got us chocolates!" Will said with glee. "I know!" Lizzie squealed, trying not to jump up and down. Then reality sank in, "We still have to find them though. They could be anywhere in the house." She said glumly. Will sighed. "Knowing your father, he probably forgot to leave us the clue." "Aargh!" Lizzie said with frustration. She was particularly fond of chocolate covered caramels, she was concerned her father might have left the box somewhere warm and they'd all melt. Not that that would stop her from eating them.

"What if we go to the chocolate shop? At the very least, maybe they can tell us what he had ordered." Will said. "How does that help us? If I see them, I'll just want them more." Lizzie asked confused. "Perhaps if we can tell your father we know what he ordered, he'll just give them to us so we don't have to search your whole house." He answered. Lizzie crossed her arms, "William Wellington, do you really think my father even knows where he has put them?" Will grinned, "Probably not." They both sighed with dismay.

Will put his hand in his pocket, he had a few coins on him. He had saved a bit of money from the last few messages he had delivered. He was trying to be careful with his money, Henry was doing so much for him and never asked Will for anything in return. Will was keeping a detailed register of every amount Henry had spent on him. He wasn't sure how he would ever pay it back, but he was going to try his best.

He looked over at Lizzie's disappointed face and came to a decision. "Let's go to the Confectionary shop anyway, I'll buy you a chocolate." She immediately perked up. "Caramel?" He smiled at her, "Whatever flavor you'd like!" She smiled back at him. Will could be a complete nuisance at times, but when she was sad he always did his best to cheer her up. "Thanks!" She said, but her jubilance was short lived and quickly changed to consternation.

"Oh no," she muttered. She moved to stand a bit behind Will and grabbed his arm to stop him from walking. He looked behind his back at her, "What are you doing Lizzie?" "It's Arabella." "Who?" "Arabella, that bully from school. She almost got me suspended." "What happened?" "I punched her." William snorted in amusement, "Really? Why?" "She called me a 'motherless pig'." William scowled, he was itching to march over there and give that Arabella a piece of his mind. No one spoke to his Lizzie that way.

Before Will could pick a fight with her, or Lizzie could pull him away, Arabella saw them and came over with her posse of friends. Lizzie stepped from behind Will to stand next to him. "Well, well, if it isn't Miss Lizzie Scarlet. And who is this?" She asked with curiosity, eyeing Will up and down. He was tall, and very handsome, with his dark wavy hair and deep blue eyes. Women had a tendency to look at him as he walked down the street. Will knew this, and he honestly didn't care, there was only one girl he wanted looking at him with any interest.

Lizzie bristled, how dare she look at my Will that way! She was just about to risk getting suspended for good, when she felt Will slide his hand down her arm and take her hand. "I'm William Wellington, Lizzie's very good friend." Arabella scoffed, "I'm surprised she has any." To Lizzie's amazement, Will held his temper, and instead, raised her hand to his lips and slowly kissed her knuckles, keeping his gaze on Arabella the whole time. "Well, I think she's wonderful. Shame the same can't be said for present company." Arabella thought for a moment, then flinched upon realizing the insult. She huffed, "Come along ladies," she said to her friends, "we don't affiliate ourselves with swine." She turned on her heel and they scurried after her.

Will was still holding Lizzie's hand. Her face was red, and her hand was tingling from where he had kissed it. "Thank you Will." She said softly looking down at the ground. She hated the fact that a boy had come to her rescue, but what he had said was so sweet. And his lips had felt so soft and warm on her skin. He squeezed her hand then released it, "Come, let's go see about that caramel."

...

Will stood in the middle of the store, eyes closed, and took a deep breath, the smell of chocolate and sugar was a tantalizing combination. "Mo Dhia," He mumbled. Lizzie giggled, Lately Will had been trying more and more to act like a 'man', but it was the moments where she caught him off guard, just being a boy, that she liked best.

Lizzie walked up to the counter, "Hi!" "'Allo there young miss, what can I get for you?" The clerk asked her. "One chocolate covered caramel please. Oh, one moment, Will, did you want anything?" She asked turning to him. He slid his hand back into his pocket, he had enough for two chocolates, but it would leave him penniless. He shook his head, "I'm fine, just get the one you'd like." "Okay!" She said turning back to the counter, "Just the one. And could you help answer a question for us?"

The clerk placed her candy on the counter and William gave him a coin. "If I can, of course." "My father, Henry Scarlet, ordered some chocolates and had them delivered yesterday. Could you tell us what exactly he ordered." The clerk smiled, "I'm not going to ruin a surprise now if I tell you, am I?" Lizzie shook her head, "Not at all, he can't find the box, so we wanted to know what we were missing out on."

The clerk sighed, "I suggest you keep looking then, if they stay out in the heat too long they'll melt. Perhaps he stored them someplace cool? We leave a note on top of every box that states they stay best in a dry and cool location." Will and Lizzie looked at each other. "You don't suppose..." Will started to say, "The pantry!" They cried out simultaneously. "Father always puts things in there and then forgets. I've found his spectacles in there four times!"

Lizzie threw her arms around Will's neck and hugged him gleefully. He hugged her tightly back. It had just begun to register in his mind that he really liked holding her in his embrace, when she broke away and turned back to the counter. "What did he order?" "An assortment of bon-bons, with extra caramel and chocolate covered cherries." The clerk said with a smile. "Will, he bought the ones you like!" Will smiled, he liked the cherry ones best, they had a bit of alcohol inside. "Thanks!" Lizzie said, taking her chocolate from the counter, and heading outside.

Lizzie held the chocolate in her palm looking at it. "It's so pretty, isn't it?" She said admiring it. William chuckled, "You're looking at it like most women look at jewelry!" She shook her head, "This is more useful than a diamond!" "Are you not going to eat it then?" He asked with a smile. "I am!" She picked it up and bit it cleanly in two, she closed her eyes and chewed slowly, savoring the soft caramel, and then held out the other half towards him.

"What are you doing?" He asked confused. "Sharing with you dummy." She thrust it towards him. "Are you sure? You love these." He said, hesitating to take it. She sighed, "It tastes better when we can each have some. Take it, before I change my mind." "Okay..." He took it and put it in his mouth, smiling as the chocolate melted and the caramel hit his tongue. "These are good! Thank you Lizzie, truly." She nodded.

"Should we head home?" She asked him. Will took out the cheap pocket watch he always carried. It was dented and battered, but as long as it told the time correctly he didn't care.

He counted off in his head, "I think perhaps we should wait a couple of hours or so. Ivy will be back, and she might not have calmed down just yet." Lizzie nodded in agreement, "The chocolates will be safe in the pantry. Should we walk home by the creek?" "Certainly." Will held his arm out at his side and Lizzie slid her hand through the crook of his elbow.

The meandered through the long grass at the side of the creek, now that they knew where the chocolates were, they were in no rush to return home. "Will?" "Yes Lizzie?" "I... I had fun today." She said. He stopped walking and turned to look at her, "So did I." He tentatively reached out and took her hands in his.

"We make a good team. Don't we?" She asked, timidly, unsure of how he would respond. Will smiled and nodded, "Aye, that we do." He took a step closer, he was looming again, but this time there was a different look in his eyes. Lizzie felt her heart flutter, she wasn't quite sure what was happening. A part of her wanted to step closer to him, and the other part of her wanted to run.

In the end, the choice was taken away from her. Gray clouds suddenly rolled in, and a deluge of a summer storm rained down on them. "Ahh!" She cried out in shock, her clothes sopping wet within seconds. "Run!" Will said. Hand-in-hand they ran home. This time, Will didn't mind the rain one bit.

...

Will sneezed and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "Bon-bon?" Eliza asked holding out the box. He took one and bit into it. If one was to have a cold, eating bon-bons with a good friend was certainly the best way of getting through it. He smiled at her, "Tankyulizi" he said, all congested. "You're welcome." She replied, and with a sneaky smile, she grabbed the last bon-bon from the box and ate it a split second before he could.

THE END