A/N: Hey fanfic viewers, this is my first ever Jane Austin fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it! Throughout the story I may comment myself when you see A/N it mean Author's note, and I just wanted to comment on what I thought! Disclaimer: I do not own the book Pride and Prejudice, nor do I own Tamora Pierce's series The Lioness Quartet. I also do not own Lysol BUT! I do own Autumn, she is my character and if anyone uses her without my consent, they shall feel my wrath! Enjoy!

Leaving the Comfort Bubble

Chapter 1

Mmm, I could stay in this place for ever. What place is it you may ask? I'm in a field full of wild flowers and the sun is nice and warm and I'm lying on hammock reading some random book I picked from my nice little collection. Yes I love this field of wild flowers with the two trees to just give me enough shade to feel cool under the nice spring sun. Isn't this a nice picture? It's actually my fantasy spot. In reality I'm spread eagle on my bed dying from the heat and now being licked furiously by my 80 pound chocolate lab. I squeeze my eyes shut even more. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough I can go back to that field.

Field.

Lick.

Wildflowers.

Lick.

Cool breeze.

Lick.

Damn, this won't work. I look at the goofy idiot, just so he would stop licking me. "S'matter with you?" I demand to him my voice still slightly slurred from my sleepy state.

He cocked his head to one side as if to say, "I just wanted to see those pretty brown eyes of yours!" I let out a laugh and scratched behind his ear. In doing that he started to lick me again.

"Okay! Okay! Enough! My god what the hell is wrong with you?"

He let out a polite whine. Yes dogs can politely whine, or at least mine can. "Oooh you've gotta do your business. Well I appreciate you for not doing said business on my carpet. Come now let's get that leash of yours." I then start to stumble around looking for it. I let out a tired yawn and suddenly wonder what time is was. I turn and look at my digital alarm clock and it said 4:03 in obnoxiously bright green numbers as if to say 'Ha ha, you have to waddle around Central Park at 4 in the morning to just so your dog can take a crap.' I let out a sad whimper, and then shoot an annoyed look over at my dog. "You're lucky you're so cute or else you would have had to find someone else to do your 'dirty business.'" I said in a disgusted tone.

The dog just waddled over to the door waiting for me to find the leash. Where did it go? I start to mumble to myself as I search for it. I suppose you're wondering why I would ever write any of this down, well my dog (whose name is Francois by the way) is the reason I got myself into this wretched mess. Because my dog just had to take a crap at 4:03 in the morning I was dragged into a long un-ending hell of torture and heartbreak. Yeah I said it, heartbreak. Brace yourself, this story will probably only end in tears. How you may ask is taking my dog out for it to do its business has anything to with heartbreak? It is rather simple; I suppose I should start my story now then.

My name is Autumn Serenity Forensdale. I love my name, not many people would admit that but I do. It is an awesome name. Okay anyways, (you will also notice I tend to get side-tracked when I tell my story) I live in Manhattan, right by Central Park in a nice hotel. Well the basement of a hotel. I should explain myself. My mom is a maid for 4 and a half star hotel called "Central Park's Inn." It's a pretty nice hotel. The deal with the hotel manager and my Mom is she gets to stay here and only get paid half of what she would normally get. It's actually a pretty sweet deal since we now don't have to worry about the electric bill or the water bill, just the phone bill. Granted we don't have a phone just a cell phone. Plus I like the idea of living in a basement. By basement I mean the whole bottom floor of the hotel, so it's actually quite big. We make sure is it is always clean, and my room is separated by a tie-dyed green bed sheet. It's tacky, but I still like it.

That's my life in a nutshell though. It's the summer before my junior year and we are having the hottest summer I think I have ever experienced in my entire life. We have AC but it doesn't seem to be working right so I am basically having ten fans surrounding my bed right now. It still doesn't seem to help. I am willing to bet money that it is so much nicer outside than it is in here. That's always how it seems to work.

With that final thought I finally found the leash hook it onto Francois and walk outside with out even considering how I look.

My Mom always said that was my worst problem, I just don't care about my appearance. Maybe it was because I never actually in all seriousness liked a boy. I can't help it; all the guys in my school are rich little bastards who only think about whores and cars. I want a guy with some substance; you know a guy I can talk to about intelligent things. I would so date guy like George from Tamora Pearce's series, the Lioness Quartet or Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.

That's another fault my mother finds in me I set my standards too high. I need to be less choosy about the guys I fall for. Not every guy is Prince Charming, and this is where I totally cannot agree with my Mom. When I try to find someone to date I don't want it to be just for something to do, I want a serious relationship. 'You're in High School; nothing's supposed to be serious.' I could so counter that whenever she says it but I know it would hurt her, so I ignore the evil little imp on my shoulder that always tells me mean things to say. (I am of course not speaking literally for those who take such things literal please don't take me literal.)

Ok now I'm off my tangent. Francois and I are now walking around Central Park, it's somewhat foggy outside so it has that spooky ghost look about it. I'm not sure I like that so much. It kind of makes me nauseous thinking about the freaks that may be out right now. The police try to keep as many hoboes out of the park as possible but they can only do so much.

Francois is still waddling about looking for the right spot to take a piss. I mean seriously there are only so many trees, who cares if one of them doesn't have the right shade of bark that you're used to? I guess he's a high maintenance kind of dog. Which in my opinion is kind of, well special, yeah we'll go with that, I have a special dog.

He came to sudden halt; I figured he finally found one... No, he did a little jump thing and continued. Hm, typical I wonder how much longer it's going to be we've been out for an ho-. My mind was interrupted by a large squishy log that my ever so graceful self tripped over. What the fuck? Oh god, I think I tripped over a really big fat hobo, or a family of hoboes! I wish I had some Lysol to get rid of the yuckiness... I realized that I had let go of my leash, crap on a stick. Once I lose control of Francois it's all over. He runs around like a bird out of a cage. It'll probably take me the better part of the morning to find him.

I look over at the family of hoboes, they were still asleep, and they looked exhausted, and unclean. They had a young girl with chocolate brown hair she had curled herself up against the assumed mother. The mother looked like an older version of the daughter. The third one was the largest he had a dark look about his face, and a some what handsome features but he looked strained about something. He lay next to the mother and it looked as if he was protecting her from something. It would almost be a nice picturesque moment with a family if they didn't look so dirty and unwashed (A/N: Haha! Dirty and unwashed! That's redundant!! Nilkanowen: Oh my God Jade don't start interrupting the story! Jade: Why do you care? You've never even read the book!). I searched through my flannel pj bottoms and found fifteen dollars all together. I gently set it down on top of the supposed father. They probably need breakfast. Now I must do what all owners of Labradors must do at least once while owning said lab. Chase after it because it ran off God knows where.

"Francois!" I said yelled in a whispered voice hoping not to wake up the hobo family. I continued to call his name as I wandered a little further into the forest hoping to see him gnawing on some stick he proudly found.

I was about to lose all hope when suddenly I heard someone laughing hysterically and then a bark.

I slowly walk towards a clearing where I assumed the voice and bark came from. "My, you're an intriguing little beast aren't you?" a male voice said with a lot amusement in his voice. I couldn't see him as well because of all of the trees and bushes. Well I knew that was Francois, but the voice didn't sound familiar at all. It sounded foreign, like he was from England or something.

I started to climb inside the bushes and attempt to peak at the guy and my dog. What a cliché, someone hiding in the bushes... wait why am I hiding? It's my dog! I thought to myself.

I climb out of the bushes now that my hair is full of little twigs I yell as loudly as I could even though they were only about 6 feet away, "Francois what the Hell were you thinking running off like that?! I am so mad!"

Francois looked up and let out a big stupid grin on his face ran towards me, and started to make attempts to lick my face furiously.

"Get...Down...You...Stupid...Dog," I said while trying to push him down. I grabbed a hold of his leash and held firmly to it. "We have to get home, and you don't get a biscuit now because you scared the crap out of me, don't run off like that ever again!" I sounded like a frantic mother scolding her child.

"Oh so he is your dog?" the man's voice said.

Ah, I had totally forgotten that guy was here. Ha, he must think I'm crazy for yelling at a dog like it was my kid. I look up at the guy and said, "Yes the dumb dog is mine, I hope he wasn't anno-" I stopped short the guy I was looking at was... I can't even say! He was drop dead gorgeous; he was tall which in itself is hard to find. He had black hair and these bright blue eyes that seemed to make your heart melt at the very site of them. And he looked strong, you know? Like you couldn't tell if he was actually strong, but his build was so perfect. He was like, wow.

After I had finished checking him out I had soon realized that I was gawking... I quickly looked down at my shoes which were now fascinating me. The worst realization came along when I realized I looked like crap...Like crap on a stick, which in my world was 30 steps up from crap. My hair looked so bad because of the twigs and I had yet to shower and I was in my pajamas. I suddenly felt very exposed in my black halter and baggy bottoms. My mind started to wander from Oh my God he must think I'm some sort of poorly dressed slob to Oh my God why is this guy in Central Park at 4 in the morning... he's going to rape me! I started to panic; I know I shouldn't because that's how all the girls in the movies die they start to scream and then run around like an idiot. I take another glance at him and he was checking me out. I felt my entire face heat up.

"You dress rather peculiarly," he said suddenly.

We looked at each other again, this time making eye contact his heavenly blue eyes were making me sweat. Me! I don't get weak kneed over guys. Why is he doing this to me? I suddenly became very mad, "You shouldn't make assumptions like that! I don't always dress like this obviously! It was early in the morning my dog had to piss and I didn't have time to dress up and make myself look like a princess! So sue me! I'm sure where you come from in the land of the fairy tales all the girls dress like the proper ladies that they are (A/N: oooh the irony...)! Next time we meet, God forbid, I'll be sure to dress better for you some other time!" Oh God! Why did I yell like that? That was totally uncalled for; he's really going to kill me now.

He just gave me a crooked smile and said, "You speak most inadequately as well. Who was your speaking tutor? They should be punished for their misconduct of teaching."

I stared blankly at him, "Okay, who use the words inadequately or misconduct anymore? I didn't have a tutor either; I just went to school and was taught plain English."

He chuckled, "You English is rather plain, and perhaps you should try to use better adjectives. And your voice, it's so rough, try to speak in lighter tones."

I stared blankly at him, "I won't waste my time trying to speak "in lighter tones" that's not how I was raised. I was raised to speak however I want to speak."

He looked at me thoughtfully, "Pray tell me what your name is?"

I hesitated; he had no right to know my name. Who did he think he was? Just because he was hott didn't give him the right to start stalking me...yet. No! There is no yet, I won't let him stalk me, damn him and pretty blue eyes... shit I'm gawking again! I quickly changed my expression to a suspicious glare. I'm guessing he noticed my hesitation and he let out a polite sigh (yeah he can sigh politely he's that good) and said, "I am Jackson Charles L. Darcy, there, now that I have properly introduced myself it is your turn."

My jaw dropped, Darcy?! What the hell?!

A/N: Ah the end of the chapter! And how soon it came! As I said before there will be random comments said by me throughout the story. It's like the commentary that's always included on DVD's and no one unless crazed fans ever listen to. Yeah it's annoying as hell, but I just like to let you know what I thought when I wrote it, and Nilkanowen is there for humor's sake. So if you don't like it when you see "A/N" just skip it and enjoy the story!