When Sidney arrived at the only park in Woodsboro after Billy called and told her to meet him there, she was pleasantly surprised to see him waiting for her, sitting comfortably on a picnic blanket with a basket next to him.

"You look so cute," Sidney commented with a bright smile as she lowered herself to sit across from him, taking care to move slowly so the skirt of the sundress she was wearing didn't expose anything underneath.

"Cute isn't really the word I'd expect someone to use to describe me," he laughed. "More like handsome or sexy or devilishly good looking."

"Devilishly good looking are three words, genius," she teased, giggling when he rolled his eyes.

"In any case," Sidney continued as she settled onto her spot on the blanket. "I called you cute because you called me and told me to put on a sundress before coming to the park in the evening. I had no idea what you were planning, but then I see you sitting on a picnic blanket with a picnic basket beside you, and all I could think about was how cute you were and how sweet it was that you set up a picnic for us."

Billy gave her the crooked smile that had her heart pounding in her chest. "I suppose I can deal with that, then," he said softly.

"So, what did you pack for us?" Sidney asked, staring curiously at the picnic basket.

Billy's smile widened and he pulled the basket closer to himself. He opened the top and began pulling out six Tupperware containers. "Well," he started. "I made your favorite again."

"Chicken Alfredo?"

"Yes."

Sidney's face lit up and she leaned forward. "Garlic bread, too?" She asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and hopefulness.

"Of course," Billy replied with a smirk. "Anyone who doesn't eat garlic bread with pasta is just plain weird."

Sidney giggled and nodded towards the last two containers. "And what's in those?"

"Cheesecake," he answered. "From your favorite bakery."

Sidney felt like launching herself at him from across the blanket and covering his face in kisses, but because she didn't want to ruin the food, she settled for leaning over and planting a passionate kiss onto his lips. She was backing away before he had a chance to deepen it, though, an impish grin on her face as she did.

Billy glared playfully at her, a pouting frown etched into his handsome features. "You're such a little tease," he complained.

"Calm down, stud bucket. We can have some alone time at your house after our picnic."

She laughed when the picnic blanket was completely filled with little plates, napkins, utensils, and everything else that a picnic entailed in what seemed like seconds as soon as her boyfriend registered her words. A little loving was enough motivation for any hot-blooded teenage boy with a girlfriend, but it especially got Billy moving. It was actually rather impressive just how influential she was over him. Or, rather, how influential certain parts of her she was, she thought with a giggle.

Soon enough they were digging into their food and enjoying the cool breezes that passed over them on this warm summer evening.

As with everything that he's made in the past, Sidney was satisfied with Billy's cooking. He always made her chicken Alfredo whenever he got the chance because it was her favorite food ever since her mother made it for her for the first time when she was a child. Since her mother died, it became a comfort food, and it always touched her that Billy would make it for her. It was one of those little things that meant so much to her.

"You like it?" Billy asked, watching her eat with that happy expression he loved seeing on her face so much.

"I love it," she replied. "I always love everything you cook, but this…this means so much more to me than just tasty pasta."

"I know it does," he told her, his eyes soft as he gazed into hers. "I'm glad that I know how to cook so I can make the dish you love more than anything else."

Sidney's answering smile was beautiful and gentle and it made him love her even more.

When they finished with their dinner, they went on with their dessert.

Even if it was beginning to darken, the park was still populated with other people having fun there, so Sidney had to try very hard to contain the moan rising in her chest at the taste of her cheesecake slice.

Anyone who knew Sidney knew that she had a sweet tooth and that cheesecake was one of her favorite desserts—if not, her very favorite. She liked flavored cheesecakes, but her favorite was plain. She just loved how she could taste mostly cream cheese with the sweetness of the sugar and the vanilla bean being the only other flavors that came through. It was so silky smooth and it just melted in her mouth. Ever since she was ten, when she first went to that bakery with her parents, she loved it and always used her monthly allowances in the following years to buy a slice or two after school. She freely admitted that she was a cheesecake addict and she was proud of that fact.

"Happy?" Billy asked, incredibly amused by her reaction to her cheesecake.

Sidney just nodded, her mouth full.

Billy just laughed and continued to eat his slice. Unlike his girlfriend, he didn't have as much interest in sweets, but he did like them, and the town bakery did have some damn good cheesecakes. His favorite flavor, though, was the espresso cheesecake due to his likeness for coffee, which was the flavor he got for his slice while Sidney's was plain.

Once they'd finished eating and their dirty dishes were returned to the picnic basket and the lid of the basket was closed, Billy stretched out on the blanket while Sidney curled up against his side, her hand on his chest and her head tucked into his neck.

"I loved this, Billy," Sidney sighed in contentment.

Billy ran one of his hands up and down her back in soothing motions. "I did, too," he said.

"What made you come up with a picnic date anyway?"

"Picnics were something that my parents always took me on back when their marriage was good. The last time I remember being on one was when I was eleven. After that, Dad started working later and he and Mom were getting distant until everything exploded when she found out about his affair after we moved here and I started high school."

Guilt twisted her insides, both because she now knew that her not-so-perfect mother was the one Hank Loomis had had his affair with and because she indirectly brought it up. "I'm sorry, Billy," she whispered remorsefully.

Billy kissed the top of her head. "Don't be. I don't blame you for any of it. Besides…this picnic with you is helping me make some brand new memories that block out the bad ones."

"Really?"

"Yeah. A picnic with you, the woman I love, makes up for all of the ones that were ruined by my dad."

"I'm glad I can help you with that."

"Princess, you help me just by breathing."

Sidney moved and framed Billy's face with her hands before bringing it down to kiss him. It was a soft kiss at first, but the more it deepened, the more heated it became until she felt him pushing her down onto her back on the blanket. She allowed his tongue into her mouth when his knocked gently against her teeth seeking permission and felt him grind slightly against her.

A low moan escaped her before she managed to pull away, staring into his dark eyes as they looked down upon her with an arousing mixture of love, lust, desire, and devotion. Seeing that look on his face made her warm with affection and hot with sexual delight.

"Let's go to your house now," she said, her voice thick with heat.

"Your wish is my command, Princess," he replied throatily before he got off of her and helped her up from the ground, grabbing the picnic basket and blanket with one hand while the other grabbed hers.

In seconds, their picnic date was over and now they were heading back to his house to enjoy something that definitely was not meant for an audience.