A/N: Here it is, the next chapter! I hope you guys like it!
Liz still sat there staring at Willy, her eyes glistening with tears. What she had said had put him in a silent state. All she could hear was her own heart beating wildly. Finally Willy looked up at her ever so slowly and opened hi mouth.
"Thank you," he said as she took off one of his purple latex gloves. Liz looked at him strangely. Thank you was not what she had expected. She had expected more yelling and "Why the hell did you just call me reclusive" kind of stuff. Her jaw slightly dropped, but she quickly closed her mouth.
"Why are you thanking me?" Liz asked as he stuffed his gloves into his pocket. He reached out and grasped her hand. His hand was quite warm on hers and it made her feel more secure.
"Because you are the one who taught me how to be myself," said Willy as he drew himself closer to Liz. She didn't quite remember teaching him this, but maybe he had learned it from her. Through all her life Liz had been the one who was different. She didn't like to follow the crowd or do what the rest of the world was doing.
"How in the world did I do that?" Liz asked as she voiced her thoughts. Willy gave her a confused look, as if he had expected her to know already what she had done. Liz had assumed that by the look she had been giving him a second ago, he would have figured out that she had no idea about what he was talking about.
"You never did anything that was what the rest of the group was doing, you were always doing things because you wanted to, not because the rest of the world wanted to," Willy said as he began to fall deeper into the color of her eyes.
Liz had never remembered his eyes being such a beautiful and unusual violet color, but then again she had never really looked at his eyes when they were in high school. Never the less, she loved his eyes. They seemed to be pulling her closer to him, like some kind of charm. She slowly began to move into him. Willy suddenly became stiff and let go of her hand. He got up and headed for the door.
"Aren't you coming?" he asked as he turned the knob. Liz looked at him and sighed, maybe she had been wrong. He was probably just happy to see a friend again. What was going on in her head was probably just her lack of a romantic life taking its play in her friendship. Liz silently got up, but kept her distance from Willy as she slipped out of the room.
As they continued the tour all Liz could think about was that moment when she had looked deeply into his eyes. She barely heard was he was talking about as they entered the last room. Something about TVs and transporting chocolate, she didn't really care, partly because it had nothing to do with her interests.
Willy had noticed a long time ago that the excitement and happiness had gone out of Liz's eyes a long time ago. He couldn't quite figure out why though. He had had this feeling that he was talking to no one. She looked like she was listening, but still he couldn't really tell. She actually looked a little upset to him, but maybe she was deep in thought about what he had said or something. Willy just continued to talk about his inventions.
Later that evening Liz was invited to dinner at the Bucket's house. In Liz's opinion their house was really crappy, but being the polite person she was, she said nothing and enjoyed their joyful company. She was still being quite because she was still contemplating what Willy had said to her earlier.
Mrs. Bucket turned her gaze upon Liz. The girl had been really quiet all evening. She had barely talked, except for a few polite words and gestures. She really wasn't sure why Liz had been so quiet until she had seen the way Willy had been looking at her when Liz's back was turned. He was obviously in love with her, and she wasn't sure if her emotions were telling her that, or if they were just telling her some fantasy so she could imagine that she was happy with her romantic life.
"So, Liz, tell me what is it you are majoring in?" asked Grandpa Joe.
"I'm majoring in music, mostly performing, but I'm also taking a few teaching classes," replied Liz, smiling. Willy turned to look at her when she had said this. He had always been fascinated with music; that was probably why he loved it so much. Willy was just about to comment on this when Charlie piped up.
"What instrument do you play?" asked Charlie.
"My first instrument is the clarinet, but I play a bunch of other wind instruments too, like the sax, the flute, and the oboe," Liz said as she sipped her water daintily.
"Oh the clarinet, I play the clarinet too, but I don't practice often," said Charlie. He gave Liz a wide smile, before turning to Willy to see how his love struck friend was doing. Willy on the other hand was not doing well, he couldn't figure out why Liz had been avoiding any conversation with him all night. He couldn't quite figure out her problem.
"Well, practice makes perfect, that's how I got where I am today," Liz said as she set aside her almost full plate. She really wasn't hungry; she was way too deep in thought to be hungry. She had avoided Willy for a reason as well. For one thing he would ruin her thoughts, and for another thing, he was not exactly the person she wanted to talk to with all those emotions buzzing around in her head. Charlie snapped her back into reality.
"So, Liz, do you remember Willy?" Charlie asked as Willy gave him a quick unseen glare.
"Yes, I do, he was a friend of mine since 1st grade," replied Liz as she gave Willy a quick glance before turning back to look at Charlie. He seemed like a nice enough kid, but there was something about him. Like he was hiding something, something big, but she just couldn't figure out what it was that he was hiding. Liz gave him a sly look and then returned back to her thinking.
The evening ended not long after than, and Liz was quite glad for it. Her day had been quite long and tiring. Her only question was where in the world she would sleep. She had seen many rooms in the factory that day, but not one of them looked like sleeping quarters. Willy led her over to the glass elevator after saying goodnight to the Bucket's.
Liz stepped in a scanned the buttons for signs of sleeping quarters. At last her gaze rested on a button that said rooms. She was a bit relieved that she wouldn't be sleeping in some weird room that changed every five minutes or in a room like the inventing room. Willy pushed the button labeled rooms, and soon they were zooming off in the apparent direction of the rooms.
A/N: Ok, I'm gonna stop writing cuz I really want to watch West Side Story! Yeah I'm weird but that's just too bad. Anyway I hope all you people liked the chapter!