Author's Notes: So you see, I was doing my homework and I got this idea in my brain for this story. If I get 7 reviews (positive ones), then I shall write the story. ( 7 is my lucky number!). This is not a chapter, It is only the beginning. If I will get at least 7 reviews, then I will post the first chapter next week together with Vanity vs. Love. Also, "All rights for this story are reserved!"

"You and I"

Introduction…..

-"My parents have put a condition for me to inherit the company!" said William Darcy as he stared out the window.

-"And what is it?" asked Charles sipping his coffee calmly.

-"I have to marry and settle down" William ran his hand through his hair in desperate attempt to calm himself.

-"So easy!" chuckled Charles.

-"Charles, I see no humor whatsoever" William paced around the room.

-"Why not?! It is not like your parents are asking you to climb the Mount Everest. Finding a wife is much easier, believe me!" said Bingley trying to calm his friend.

-"I only have gold diggers around me, I certainly do not want to marry one of them. Silly as it sounds, I want to find the one. Someone, who is not after my money" William said earnestly.

-"Well then you shall pretend to be poor if you want to find the real one as you say" exclaimed Bingley.

Darcy thought for a moment and it did not seem to be such a bad idea after all. Pretending to be poor could filter out the unwanted gold-diggers.

-"How?" asked William trying to paint the picture in his head.

-"Pretend to be a recent college graduate who is struggling to find a job and has a student debt! If a girl really likes you, then she will stay with you despite your financial situation."

-"But what if when the times comes to propose to her and she finds out the truth about my background?"

-"Good God Darcy, then you will be a complete package for her, simple as that!" exclaimed Charles.

-"Will it work?"

-"Trust me on this one" said Charles, sure of his plan.

On the other side of the city, a similar conversation was unfolding.

"My parents are expecting me to marry, Charlotte, what am I supposed to do?" said Elizabeth pacing around her bedroom.

"Well, then you shall follow your parents orders and find the right guy" responded Charlotte calmly sipping her tea.

"Yes, and that is the problem, 'the right guy.' How on earth am I supposed to find him?! There are many men who are waiting in line after my money. You know, I rather not marry, and live the rest of my life alone" said Lizzy restlessly.

"How about if you pretend to be poor?" The light bulb began to light in Charlotte's brain.

"Me? Poor? But I am not poor at all!"

"Lizzy, just pretend to be poor to make sure that a guy likes you for yourself and not for your money and inheritance."

"But, if I do find the one with your plan, wouldn't it be lying to him about my background?!" Lizzy circled around the room.

"Goodness Lizzy, you will tell him the truth when you will be certain that he truly likes you and that he is the husband material. Simple as that!"

"Dear, Charlotte, what I would've done without you?!" Lizzy hugged her best friend happily.