This is a random one, maybe two shot that I wrote about Elizabeth and Darcy. They are both in college, and are dating at this point, although they do not attend the same college. I imagine her to be attending Stanford and him CIT. I also imagine that they met through an internship... Maybe I will write it out later...
Anyways, just a little thing I wrote. I might write more if I got, let's say, five favorites.
I sat on my couch, in yoga pants, wrapped in two extremely fuzzy blankets. With my casted leg propped up on a pillow. I sighed and ate another spoonful of Ben and Jerry's Rum Raisin ice cream before picking up my phone to text Will.
Hey. Won't be able to make it this weekend. In dorm sick, skipped Friday classes. Sorry. At least we have spring break together soon.
I couldn't wait for Spring Break. This would be the third year that we spent it at his grandparents large condo. We had separate rooms of course (we were both heavily opposed to the pre-marital sex thing) but we enjoyed staying up late watching old tv shows, cooking together (It was more him cooking; I couldn't boil water to save my life) and the occasional day spent at the beach.
I relaxed back into the couch and looked at my leg. I guess I would have to tell my enormously overprotective boyfriend that I broke my leg eventually. He'd probably flip, but sooner better than later. I promised myself that I would call him and explain sometime that weekend before flipping on an old episode of Dukes of Hazard and drifting off to sleep.
Sick?
In the years that I had known Lizzie, she had never admitted to being sick. Ever. She had once met me on one of our weekends after she had skipped class the day before. This must be very serious if she admitted it and refused to travel.
In short, I was worried. I quickly packed a duffel bag that would last me a few days or more and hopped in my car. If Lizzie was this sick, I was going to be there to take care of her, wether she wanted me there or not.
Then I made the roughly six hour drive to my girlfriends dorm.
"What the-" I said as I woke up. Someone had turned the tv off. I struggled to sit up, expecting to see my best friend, Char, but instead I say a very familiar face.
"What are you doing in my dorm?" I glowered.
"Well, I heard that you broke your leg and decided that I would take care of you." He responded. I narrowed my eyes.
"If I wanted someone to take care of me, I would have asked Will. Now leave." I stated and glared at him. He placed his hands on his hips, which made him look stupid than normal.
"You wouldn't kick your cousin out would you?" He made a puppy face which made me want to throw up. I narrowed my eyes farer than before.
"Get out of here or I am calling campus security." I threatened. He snorted.
"Nope." He stood up from my barstool and made his way over to my freezer. Then it occurred to me. He was going to eat my Ben and Jerry's!
"Oh no you don't." I said with gusto. I threw off my blankets and grabbed my crutches, hopping of the couch too fast to be safe. I raced over to the fridge and held it shut with my right crutch. His pudgy fingers fought the door handle, but he couldn't open it. That's when the yelling began. We had been fighting for a few minutes when a yell echoed into the dorm.
"What's going on in there Lizzie?"
As I stood outside Lizzie's dorm, I was alarmed to see a key in the lock. I wrenched it out and knocked patiently. I could hear a small slam inside right before yelling erupted. It consisted a voice that was definitely Lizzie's and another males. I tended at the thought of another man in her dorm room. I yelled too, and when I did the noises stopped. A moment later the door was answered.
There Lizzie stood in sweatpants and her favorite t-shirt. On crutches. And behind her stood a fat man in khaki shorts that were too short and a t-shirt that made me think that he was an idiot for wearing it to her dorm. She ran a fair-trade non-profit and she shops up wearing GAP?
Lizzie signed. She looked at him and rolled her eyes before turning back to me.
"I was hoping that you guys would never have to meet, but here we are. Will, this is Collin, my cousin. Collin, this is Will, my boyfriend. Now leave." She said, giving Collin a pointed look. He didn't move and so I glared at him. His eyes widened and he scampered out the door, scooting past me. Lizzie motioned for me to come in. She shut the door and gratefully took the keys from me.
"I was going to tell you eventually." She said, before launching into the story of how she broke her leg.
Will sat in front of me on the couch, looking very unhappy. He leaned back in the each, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyebrows raised, and a contemplative look on his face.
"Why didn't you just ask me to come down for the weekend?" He asked. He looked more hurt than mad. I sighed.
"I really just wanted to sleep and eat ice cream. I'm sorry. Char left with Janie for the weekend and I just figured I would take advantage of having this dorm to myself." I pleaded. He nodded and gave an affirmative.
"Just promise you'll tell me in the future." He said severely. I laughed and promised.
"Good." He said before leaning across the small coffee table in between us and plopping a kiss on my head. I smiled and he joined me on the couch. He grabbed the remotes, flipping to my pre-recorded Sabrina the Witch episodes and starting one. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped me in the blankets before relaxing on the couch. I snuggled into his chest that always smelled like his shampoo, which smelt like Egyptian Cotton. Then I fell asleep, thinking I would be content like that forever.
When I finally woke up it was way past dinner time. I carefully woke Lizzy up before placing her petite body on the other half of the couch. I stood up and went to dig around in her freezer, not surprisingly finding much beyond ice cream in an assortment of flavors. I frowned, reminding myself to give her a health lecture before spooning us both a bowl full of ice cream. I grabbed the spoons and walked over to the couch.
Like always, Lizzy had adorable bed head. Here curls were all over the place, and her flawless skin looked a little wrinkled.
"How you feeling Medusa?" I asked.
"Like I want to turn you into stone." She said jokingly before grabbing the bowl of ice cream and scooting back onto my lap. She snuggled down against my chest again.
"I'm glad you came." She told me, shoving a generous bite of ice cream down her throat.
"I always will. If your sick, or hurt, to just feeling crappy." I promised ruffling her hair. She smiled up at me. I was honestly surprised she didn't get mad at the sentiment.
"Promise?" She prompted seriously. To her, and me,I think it was more than a joke. It seemed serious.
"Promise." I said before kissing her soundly on the lips.
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