A/N:OK I know this is going to be ridiculously long but read it for the good of your health. Just so you know what's going on.

Ok, This was kind of a spur of the moment thing, which was never meant to become anything, but it has, kind of.

It's just the Darcy/Lizzy proposal and their thoughts (well Lizzy's diary and Darcy's thoughts).

It's in 4 chapters: each has a bit form Lizzy and a bit from Darcy; its kind of all 1 big thing but would be much too long to post as a one off.

It might be a bit odd, but apparently I've decided to post it so there we are.

Oh, an also just a forewarning and apology that its actually the WORST organised fic you will ever read (great advertisement) but it may all make sense in the end.

Ok, I hope you like it-so without further ado here's the first bit…

Diary of:

Officially, the most amazing person you will ever come across (yet at the moment slightly-understatement of entire world history-shocked and confused) -Me, Lizzy Bennet!

Ok yeah, laugh- I'm writing a diary, ha bloody ha, done now? Good. Lets move on.

Now you may be asking why exactly I am writing this; you may not be, but you could be. So, if you are this will ease your puzzled mind. Not that you have a mind; you're a diary.

Stop sidetracking.

Yes back to the reason I am writing this-One pure, simple reason. Will Darcy. Yes The Darcy. Even though this is a new diary and I have never mentioned his name before, you should still know of, Darcy.

God, I hate him. My hands actually shaking with rage at how much I despise and loathe that man.

Funny thing though.

He doesn't (correction didn't-you'll see) seem to hate me, quite the opposite really; which is quite odd seeing that we have a mutual loathing of one another, it has never been ANY other way. I'm serious. NEVER.

So it struck me as a bit odd that last night; or should I say earlier, I mean it's 3:30am now so it's technically still night.

Stop sidetracking!

As I was saying, it struck me as very odd that while I was sitting alone in Char and Weasel boy's (that's a different story all together-trust-you don't wanna ask) lounge, rejoicing at the fact that, somehow, I had managed to escape the wrath of Lady Catherine De Bourg for and entire, yes, dare I say it an entire, night! Encase you hadn't cottoned on; it was a major accomplishment.

So I was alone, elating at my own genius when, without any warning or informing he had arrived. Actually come to think of it, without even bloody knocking. The joy that is Will Darcy decided to stroll in from the hall and grace me with his presence-Yay.

Well, come to think of it, it wasn't exactly a stroll, more like a troubled and preoccupied mind, barge in-I doubt he realised he'd actually arrived at said destination and walked into lounge of destination (might I add going through two doors, which were not his to go through) until I got over the shock, confusion and annoyance (chronological reactions) of seeing him there, and putting it quite bluntly when he didn't give me a reason for being there,

"What the bloody hell do you think your doing?"

The intricate mind and thought patterns of, yours, Will Darcy.

What the bloody hell was I doing?

I couldn't go through with it, oh fuck; I was at the Lucas' driveway. I was there. Why was I there? it usually takes SO much longer than that; and I'm normally driving.

Ok. Brain engage to task at hand. Now.

I could always turn around…NO.

I was going to stick this one out.

God, I was sweating; attractive; a step forward that was. Can't you see, Will, this isn't healthy, not at all. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY gets like this over girl anymore, not even teenage, teeny bopping teenagers! I need this to stop, right now before I spontaneously combust.

Why does it have to be her, God, why? Out of half of this entire planet why does Elizabeth bloody Bennet have to be the one?

Without seeming like an arrogant prick, I could have anyone; ok maybe not anyone, but I could have a variety to choose from-gold diggers mostly though, which isn't such a pleasant thought-but I'd bet anything at least one of them wouldn't have a personal vendetta to maim and kill me at every possible instance.

But no, I had to fall, fall so utterly and deeply, for the one girl who couldn't stand to even be near me-great.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

What the hell- only as I looked up and became aware of my surroundings did I realise that somehow, my superpowers had incredulously guided me up the drive through (not literally) the front door and into the lounge where she was.

And even though she was wearing an expression of mangled annoyance and anger, and it was all directed at me. God, did she look amazing.

Me again(A/N):

Ha, there we go, its up, i do hope you didnt mind it-and i also hope you arent offended by the amound of Blasphemy (if there wasnt much in there consider thisa warning if you are/will beoffended) in there,I'll say it that this was a spur of the moment thng so i didnt really takeothers feelings into appreciation (BITCH)while writting. Sorry.

so,thats about all, i'll be off nowthen.