Okay I know this is kinda cliché; Bad Boy and Good Girl hate each other, but then they magically fall in love. Lol. But hopefully this story won't be as cliché as it sounds; hopefully it'll have a bit of a non cliché twist.

Full Summary: Will is an immature, laid back ladies man who can't hold down a job. Elizabeth is a posh, uptight, over obsessive workaholic. And they hate each other. But one night might change everything.

Rating: T for language and sexual themes.

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER:I OWN NOTHING!

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When One Night Changes Everything

Chapter 1

A New Roommate

She was in a beautiful gold ball gown. It was big and extravagant. She also had beautiful golden earrings. Her hair was in an elegant up do, strands of her honey blond hair falling down her neck. She truly felt like a princess.

She was in a golden room with a gold floor, completely made out of marble. At one end, large grand doors stood, while at the other end there was a flight of stairs, once again made out of gold. In the middle of the room, a giant, magnificent chandelier hung over the room. It was gold and draped in strands of diamonds. The many candles cast a romantic light over the room. The Walls that surrounded them were completely made out of large, two story windows that looked out into the beautiful night, starry night. High up on the ceiling was a stunning masterpiece which rivaled the Sistine Chapel.

As she admired it, she began moving. She felt as if she were floating around the room. She immediately knew she was dancing, but she didn't bother looking at her partner, for she already knew who it was. She smiled as a beautiful tune began to play.

Tale as old as time

True as it can be

Barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly

Finally she looked up at her partner, but it was not a beast, it was the love of her life. Hugh Jackman. Just the sight of him made her knees feel weak.

Just a little change

Small to say the least

Both a little scared

Neither one prepared

Beauty and the Beast

The small cherubs painted on the ceiling watched in aw as the couple moved around the ballroom in a grand waltz.

But the dance slowed as the song was replaced with a distant, annoying drone. She looked around the room, looking for the cause of the noise, but when she turned back around, Hugh Jackman was gone. She once again looked frantically around the room, this time looking for her dance partner. Not finding him, she let out a whimper.

Elizabeth Swann's eyes shot open. She let out a whimper as she realized her Beauty and the Beast dream was just that; a dream. The bright sunshine of Malibu, California shone through the window onto her face and her mind was pulled back to reality when she heard the noise that woke her up. She pulled herself out of bed and padded down the hallway, all the while smelling the sweet smell of bacon.

She entered her living room where she saw her roommate and best friend, Erin Turner. Erin was thin and of medium height. Her skin was tan, the result of her frequent tans at the tanning salon. She had dark brown hair, almost black, and her eyes were a deep, pure black.

"What are you doing?" Elizabeth groaned loudly, over the vacuum.

Erin quickly looked up and turned the vacuum off. "What'd you say?"

"What are you doing?" Elizabeth repeated, this time at a normal tone.

"I'm cleaning. I didn't mean to wake you up but I wanted everything to be perfect and clean when you woke up. I know how much you like clean. Oh, I made you breakfast too!" Erin said excitedly, going over to the already prepared plate of food for Elizabeth.

Elizabeth took the plate from her friend's hands and stared at the plate with disgust. "Erin, what the hell is this. You cleaned and made me breakfast. I swear if this is for my birthday I will kill you."

"No, I know you hate your birthday; don't think of this as a gift, think of it as a kind gesture I would do on any other day," she said sweetly.

Elizabeth eyed her friend wearily, not used to her friend being so sweet and kind. "Fine, thank you," she said reluctantly and smiled. She sat at the kitchen table and began to eat. She stopped, though, when she felt Erin's eyes on her. "Okay, what is with you? You're acting weird."

"Oh, nothing. One question though; you're gonna be home late tonight, right?"

"Yeah, I won't be home til around 8:00. Why?"

"Just curious," Erin said. The two stayed quiet for a while, Elizabeth eating and Erin twirling her fingers around the short strands of her bob. But when Erin began to tap her long, manicure nails on the table, Elizabeth was desperate to say something.

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"No I took the day off. I'm sure the boutique can last a day without me."

Suddenly a realization hit Elizabeth, "oh my god! Don't tell me you're throwing a surprise party for me!"

"Are you kidding; I wouldn't dare! I learned my lesson at your 21st! That poor stripper! I know you were startled but seriously, did you really have to knee him there? He was hot too; I was looking forward to watching him get groovy with it."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "whatever. I have to get ready to leave; some of us still have to work. Thanks for the breakfast."

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Elizabeth walked through the museum's lobby, a latte in hand and her heels clattering against the marble floor. She rode the elevator to the top floor before getting out and walking passed offices. Finally she came to her own office. She hung her purse and coat on the coat hanger and turned around towards her desk and took an exasperated sigh. Sitting on her desk was a cake that read, Happy Birthday Elizabeth.

"Happy Birthday!" She heard two voices say from behind her. She turned around and saw two of her work friends, James and Anamaria, with wide smiled on their faces, standing in the doorway. Elizabeth's face, however, showed no amusement.

"Oh come on, you seriously didn't even want a cake?" Anamaria asked, disbelieving. Elizabeth shook her head slightly, her lips pursed and her eyes stern. "Oh god she looks like she's gonna claw my eyes out," she whispered to James. Then she pointed at him and spoke to Elizabeth, "it was his idea! Hurt him! Hurt him!"

James shook his head at Anamaria. "Seriously, Liz, what is it with you and your birthday?"

"I just don't understand the whole concept. 28 years ago today I was born; what the fuck is so special about it? I'm one year closer to death. It's not like I wrote an award winning novel, or discovered a cure for cancer, or stopped global warming or something. I didn't even win the lottery. What's the point in celebrating?"

"You know, you're really a party pooper. Why don't you ever have any fun?" Anamaria pouted.

"I have fun all the time. Just not birthday fun."

"Okay, what have you done in the past…I don't know…week that anyone normal would consider fun?"

Elizabeth racked her brain for a moment before a smile graced her face. "During the weekend I reorganized all of my DVDs. I couldn't decide whether to arrange them by title or genre, but then I went a little crazy and decided to arrange them by the main actor or actress's first name."

James stifled a laugh and Anamaria told her, "Wow, I never knew you were so wild! Oh wait," she seemed to think for a moment, "no never mind you're just pathetic."

Elizabeth pouted. "I'm not pathetic, I'm…precise. I like things a certain way and take joy in making them that certain way. And speaking of things being a certain way, I have to go have a meeting with Kimberley about the fundraising event. Excuse me," Elizabeth grabbed a notebook off her desk and walked out of the room, leaving her two friends shaking their heads.

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That night, Elizabeth put her key in her apartment door and when she tried to open it she found that something was blocking it on the other side. Confused, she pushed up against it, forcing it open. When she walked into the entryway, she gasped. The entire living room was littered with cardboard boxes, including some blocking the doorway.

She set her purse and keys on her dining room table- that is, the part of her table that was not covered in boxes or random knickknacks. She ripped open one of the boxes to look inside, and it appeared to be clothes. She pulled a piece of clothing out and unfolded it. Boxers. Boxers with half naked women on them. Elizabeth squealed and dropped them back in the box, wiping her hands on her pants.

"Erin!" She yelled, marching over to Erin's room and banging on it. "Erin!"

"I assume you are wondering about the boxes," a voice called from inside.

"Um…yeah! What the hell is going on? Who's boxes are those?" Elizabeth tried to open the door, but found it a fruitless effort, seeing as the door was locked. "Erin, let me in!"

"No, you'll hurt me once you find out what's going on!"

"I think you're already running that risk!" Elizabeth then heard the door behind her, the bathroom door, open up.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Lizzie," a man's smug voice floated through her ears and she tensed. She risked turning around, fearing she knew whose voice it was.

"Will, why are you in my apartment?" Elizabeth asked the tall, dark haired man, who bared a resemblance to Erin.

"What, Erin didn't tell you?" The man named Will crossed his arms against his chest and smirked. "I got evicted from my apartment…"

Elizabeth interrupted with a sarcastic snort, "shocker."

Will narrowed his eyes, "and she said I could stay here."

Elizabeth furrowed her brow in annoyance and turned around and started banging on Erin's door again. "Erin!"

"He's my brother! What am I supposed to do; he's family," she defended.

"But not my family!"

"Hey, Lizzie…" Will started.

"It's Elizabeth!" Elizabeth corrected.

Will widened his eyes and mouthed 'wow', making Elizabeth roll her eyes. "Elizabeth I won't be a problem. I just need to stay here a little while until I find somewhere else."

Elizabeth eyed him up and down before relenting, "fine, you can stay in the guest room. Just don't get in the way."

"Way of what?"

"Anything!"

"Does that mean I can come out now?" Erin's voice floated through the door.

"I really don't care!" Elizabeth replied.

Will smiled and walked away into the kitchen. Erin stuck her head out and smiled sweetly, only to be met by Elizabeth's glare. "I'm really sorry, but I couldn't ask cause I knew you'd say no and it'll only be for a little while. That's why I was doing all that nice stuff this morning. I told you it wasn't for your birthday," Erin said in one breath.

"Just keep an eye on him."

"Yes, yes of course. You won't even know he's here!"

Suddenly they heard a loud crush, followed by dozens of other loud crashes. Elizabeth's eyes widened as she rushed to the kitchen, followed closely by Erin. When they saw the sight before them, Erin was sure Elizabeth would chew Will's head off…literally. Erin bit her lip and thought it best to back a way a bit, out of the line of fire…or Will's blood.

Will was looking at Elizabeth sheepishly, yet with a hint of amusement in his eyes, while he stood above a splatter of broken kitchen plates. Elizabeth's eyes widened even more, if it would possible, when she noticed a broken piece by her foot. She immediately recognized the elegant, gold pattern at the edge of the broken piece.

"…were those the plates from the top shelf?" Elizabeth asked for clenched teeth.

"Would it change your reaction if I said no?"

"The top shelf is where I keep my China dishes!" She screamed.

"China? You have China? For god sakes, you're in your twenties; what use could you possibly have for China dishes?" Will asked.

"I like to have elaborate dinner parties!" Elizabeth defended and Will tried not to laugh; granted he didn't try hard. Elizabeth huffed and rushed off to her room, slamming the door.

"Ok, you gotta admit that was pretty damn funny!" Will chuckled.

"Will, I'm doing my best to help you, but don't make me regret it. And that means be nice to Elizabeth. Help with chores, don't be too loud or disruptive, and clean up after yourself. You can't leave dirty clothes and empty food wrappers everywhere. That would drive her insane."

"She already is insane!"

"She is a little hard to handle at times, and she isn't always the nicest person. She gets frustrated when things aren't her way, so just don't make it worse."

Will rolled his eyes, "fine."

"Good. And you can start by cleaning this up," she said as she walked back into her bedroom.

Will grumbled as he walked to the TV. Yeah, right, like he was gonna clean that up. And he defiantly knew he wouldn't be walking on eggshells around here to protect poor little Lizzie, he thought.

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