A/N: Thank you to my first 3 reviewers! I'm happy to know that my romance story is good! See you guys don't want to read my other romance story. coughs heh heh. Anyway you all know that I mainly write comedy so I'm glad people like my romance so far.

Willy sat Liz down in a fluffy forest green bean bag chair. He looked into her eyes and remembered the past.

Flash back

3rd period Spanish, freshmen year of high school

"Hey Alicia!" Liz said as she hugged her good friend Alicia.

"OMG! Hi Sa- I mean Liz. I am never gonna get used to you changing your name," said Alicia as she returned the hug.

"Hey Rach, what's up?" she asked as she turned to her good friend Rachael.

"Oh the usual, you know, being bored out of my mind in second period," replied Rachael.

Willy enters the room and sits down next to Liz

"Hi Liz," said Willy as he set down his back pack.

"Hey! Willy right? I didn't know you were in 3rd period Spanish," said Liz as she turned to face Willy.

"I uh…I switched out of 2nd period," replied Willy as his face turned a shade of crimson.

"That's cool, well welcome to third period Spanish. By the way, I noticed that most of your friends left the school last year, you're welcome to hang out with us at lunch," said Liz as she pulled her Spanish book out of her back pack.

"Hey Liz, can you teach me that sentence that you learned from one of your friends from swim team taught you?" asked Alicia.

"Sure! It's: Yo tengo gato en mis los pantelonas," said Liz.

"Is that the right way to say it?" asked Rachael.

"Dunno, but we'll find out this year won't we," said Liz just as she turned around and smiled at Willy before class started.

End flash back.

"Willy?" asked Liz as she looked at the blank expression on his face. Willy suddenly snapped out of his trance and looked at Liz. He wasn't quite sure what to say. She would probably be mad that he hadn't told her earlier, but she had thought that he had died.

"Um, well you see, do you remember a Willy from high school?" asked Willy. Liz looked at him for a second, then suddenly all the color drained from her cheeks. She slowly back away from Willy.

"You-you're dead," Liz stammered as she pressed her back against the wall. Willy moved closer to her. Liz looked at him in shock. The Willy who she sat next to in Spanish class, the Willy who was so quiet through out elementary, middle, and high school, he was alive. She had cried so hard when she had heard of his "death". Now she didn't know what to say.

"It was a rumor that I died, I really escaped the car crash, but I moved here to England, so I could start my candy shop," Willy explained. Liz still stared at her, her once brilliant eyes dulled by tears that now streamed down her cheeks. She really didn't know what to think. Her friend through out high school was alive.

"Why don't you look the same as you did when you graduated?" Liz asked. Her voice was at a whisper. Slowly the color began to creep back into her bronze cheeks. This was truly amazing. That shy boy that had been in her class since first grade was not dead. She had never really been close to Willy, but she had none the less considered him a friend, and now here he was, alive. Suddenly burning anger flooded through her. If he had lived, then why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he contacted his friends? Questions buzzed through her head, but she kept her mouth shut.

"I've grown up," replied Willy. He touched Liz on the shoulder gently to draw her away from the wall. Liz looked at him with tears falling from her eyes still. She couldn't decide whether to be angry or happy or sad. She slowly lowered herself into a chair and sat there with her head in her hands, not quite sure what she should say or do next. Willy let her sit there; he figured she probably needed time to think. It is kind of odd when some one you presume is dead all of a sudden appears in front of you.

"You have grown up, but you are still the same reclusive boy I met 18 years ago. You're appearance is different but you're personality is the same. You are still the shy, considerate, reclusive, and nice boy I've known forever," Liz said as she looked into his violet eyes. Willy could only stare at her, his mouth hanging open. She had just said what most people were afraid to say to him. After so many years of being called crazy and reclusive behind his back, some one special of all people had just said it to his face and she still liked him. Willy couldn't speak, he could only silently be thankful.

A/N: That's it for chappy 4! Sorry about the short chapter, but I'm really tired. I personally don't like this chapter the best, but whatever, I kinda wrote it fast and I wasn't really thinking about this. I was more thinking about my Spanish test this Friday….ahhhhh! I need to study! Ok I'm gonna go to bed, but I hope you all liked the chappy, until tomorrow, (insert name) oh…never mind. coughs and runs away