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11. How To Hit Back

The bell rang and Jane said: "I'll get it!"
Lizzie quickly walked after her sister, but Jane had already opened the door. William stood on the doorstep and Lizzie smiled.
"Hey William," she run with her hand trough her hair, "how are you? This is my sister Jane... but you've already met," Lizzie finished. Jane smiled at William, but he didn't smile in return. Lizzie knew Jane was even more shy than usual, because William was Charles' best friend. Normally, she also was silent, but this time Lizzie could almost smell her sister's shyness.
"Eh, shall we go to the living room, where we can work on our poster?" Lizzie asked, and William nodded.
"You can put your coat there, yes. Uh, follow me..." Lizzie felt herself blushing. Stop it, you idiot, she thought. They sat down and Lizzie put all the stuff they needed on the large table, while William looked around. The room was empty -Jane was in the kitchen and Lizzie was glad the others were nowhere to find.
"Uh, I found this images, I thought we could use them," she carefully said, while she showed them.
"Sure, that's a good idea," he said, "I'll cut these texts."
"Okay, then I'll cut out the images," Lizzie smiled. It felt like squeezing a statue, but she keeped trying. He could smile, he'd done it before...
"Have you ever been in The Netherlands?" she asked. He shook his head.
"Well, I've been, a few years ago. It's a pretty cool country... Only the cd's are incredibly expensive, but I could survive," she laughed.
"Did they all wear clogs?" he asked, with an interested look on his face. Lizzie felt happy.
"No, actually I saw no one wearing them," she confessed, "we've been to Amsterdam and the Province of Gelderland. We've seen a lot different sides of Holland... In Amsterdam you've got the city, and when we drove to Gelderland, we saw a few mills (not so many as I expected!) and a lot water. Flat areas. But when we entered the Veluwe, a national park, we actually saw small hills and big woods. It was so beautiful there!"
"That sounds great," William smiled. He looked her in the eyes and she quickly stood up.
"Eh, here's a souvenir we bought in Amsterdam..." she showed him a tile with a text on it: 'Oost west, thuis best'.
"It means something like 'home sweet home'," she explained.
"Nice," he smiled again, "I've been in Belgium once. Have you ever...?"
"No, I haven't," said Lizzie, glad he finally started chatting.
"Well, I have, and it was also great. They've got excellent chocolate and chips," he laughed, "we've only been in Brussel, the capital, so I didn't see that much of the country, but the city was interesting enough, trust me. They speak two languages over there, one is almost the same as Dutch and the other one sounds really French."
While he had been talking, Lizzie nerves had grown. She actually wanted to ask him something important, but she didn't know if this was the right time. Maybe he didn't speak about it, because he was scared she might get angry again... She had to ask it, she decided.
"Eh, William, about something else," she slowly began. He looked at her, questioning. "I wondered... Have you ever heard something of George, after C.U.T.? I know Lydia's asked you about it and, well..."
His expression became blank.
"No, I tried to find him, but I didn't," he finally said. "But, if we're already talking about Wickham... What did he exactly tell you, Lizzie?"
She blushed.
"Ehm, he said you made a girl pregnant and left her."
He stood up and looked out the window. When he spoke again, his voice trembled of anger.
"And you just believed him? It was the first time you met the bastard and you immediately believed him? I thought you were smart!"
"I am!" Lizzie defended herself, "only not at that moment. Sorry Will, it's just that I never met people who lie about something that serious... Sorry."
"Well, dumbness is your family's middle name, isn't it?" William asked, and she looked up. He looked like he had totally lost control of himself.
"What do you mean?" she asked in a low voice.
"Don't you understand?" he turned around, "from day one people told me about your family! Lydia and Kitty, the two boylovers that live from one day to the next, the hysterical Mrs Bennet and the weird Mary that hums the whole day! And now Kitty told me your dad didn't do a thing when you all found out Lydia's pregnant... How unresponsible! And Jane... Can she actually talk? At the performance she said a few words, but after that... I asked Charles what he sees in her."
Lizzie stood up as quickly as she could and hit him as hard as she could.
"You bloody bastard!" she stammered, "How do you dare! Lydia and Kitty like boys... So what? Be glad! And my mother is not hysterical, she just shows her feelings in front of the others, and that's something not many people dare! And Mary loves music, is that so bad? My father is no unresponsible man, he didn't know what to do and you can't blame him for that, he's also a human! About Jane – she is just a little bit shy, and that's good, because she would never ever say such rude things as you did a minute ago. And talking about Charles... ask him what he sees in you!"
She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Unbelievable she just had hit him. Lizzie scowled at him, and the way he looked back showed he regretted his outburst, but he didn't say a thing.
She felt desperate. Please, she thought, say something. This your chance. Please, William... I'm in love with you, but why are you acting like that? After all the things you said, I'm still in love – crazy, I know, but I can't do anything about it. So please, speak...
But he didn't speak, and after what seemed to be an eternity, she was the one that softly spoke.
"Go away. We'll work on the poster later."
He didn't reply, he just left. When he closed the door, Lizzie sank down on the floor. She couldn't believe it, she really couldn't believe it. Everything had went so well... Had he always thought her family was disgusting?
"Was that William?" Jane asked, enetering the living room. "Liz, what's up? I heard some loud talking... Didn't hear the words, though," she quickly said, "but, eh, did you guys fight?"
"He's such a... Well, fill in your favourite curse!" Lizzie said with clenched fists.
"Whoa, Liz, what's wrong?" Jane sat down next to her.
"Nothing," she said.
"Everytime people say there's nothing, there's something."
"Then I say there's something, which means there's nothing," Lizzie answered, and she teared an image.