Will Darcy- rich, popular and the lead singer and guitarist of punk band 'Pride&Prejudice' finds himself at the prime of his life. He gets interveiwed for magazines, women at his feet, drinks on the house wherever he goes. But the one thing that he doesn't have is common sense- so little that he decideds to enter a bet with his drummer George Wickham for the affections of bestselling author Lizzy Bennet. He finds himself with one little problem- he doesn't even like her that way... Neither does she. But soon his pride makes him force himself to enter the bet and get the better of George Wickham.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, the name of the band, nor Rolling Stone Magazine. forgive me if i destroy the story but please reveiw to tell me how to improve

Hey Will, you okay? Everything's comfortable?

laughs softly Yeah, this has to be one of the most comfortable interviews I've had that isn't being filmed.

We try to make you all sleepy, it makes you tell the truth.

Haha, yeah I've heard that about you writers. And many women try the same trick on me. I bet you all just have this big convention on how to make me spill my guts out.

Well spill your guts out Will. You've just finished your big Australian tour and apparently quite a bit happened on stage and back.

Yeah, it's been over the news quite a bit but I think they're telling it all wrong. I mean the beginning of the fight was a massive misunderstanding. The guys couldn't really speak English all that well and after that number of drinks, neither could we. Apparently we signed something abusive at them during the show and after me and Bingley; we just attacked them after they tried something with this girl that he was with.

It's common knowledge about you and Mr. Bingley's friendship, but many people find it strange that you connect with the very different personalities. What's so funny?

I just havn't heard Charlie being addressed as 'Mr. Bingley' for a long time.

Yes, well we have to be formal for this piece

Don't worry about it…

Yes well, would you like to share what makes you and Charlie Bingley so close.

Well the fact that he can put up with my pig-headedness for more than one night and his wicked humour. We also have the same taste in music which helps when we write and play. We did have some clashes on the band name though…

Yes, lots of people wonder how a punk rock band came up with the name 'Pride and Prejudice'.

Yeah, it sounds pretty girly doesn't it? We figured that it was us all over, though in olden day talk. I doubt anyone is described as having pride or prejudice much anymore. I know that when I went to school we did, but that's an all boys border for you. But yeah we just love the whole idea of having a name nobody expects. I mean if you have a boring name, no one is really going to want to listen to your music and boast about being a fan of it are they?

Has any experience with a fan moved you in anyway?

Actually, there was this one time where we were playing a gig in Sydney and it must have been our biggest show of the tour. I was reaching out to the crowds, and they were freaking hysterical and reaching back, desperate to touch my arm as fans do. But this girl she didn't even really pay any attention to me and she was at prime position to. She was just listening to the music and jumping around with everyone else. I saw her back stage and she was talking to Bingley with this girl that he was following around all night but she was just chatting- there was no thought of 'oh my god I'm talking to a celebrity' in her voice or stance. It wasn't as if she was around us all the time- it was the first time I saw her but it was if she just met these people who were really interesting. I didn't talk to her all that much but she was just talking to Bingley about his lyrics and rhythm. Apparently she was a writer and played guitar a bit and knew about how to word things, but she didn't give advice- just discussed things. I'm not sure if it moved me in anyway but it was really interesting to see. Something I don't think I'll forget all that quickly.

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Lizzy sighed and put the magazine down as the doorbell rang. Charlie was here to pick Jane and herself up for a party his band were having and she called out to the girl in the bathroom.

"What car did he bring?" Jane called out nervously. She hated the convertible she was picked up in last time and the only other car that Charlie would use is the convertible. She looked out the door as she greeted the man and yelled out the make of the car.

"Janie was just worried that she might have to go in the convertible again." Lizzy explained to the man and invited him in.

"Thanks." He said as he walked in, smiling at the decorations of the room. "I didn't think she enjoyed it." He said with a small laugh. "Will's coming in his car. I told him I'll pick you guys up."

"Thanks. I don't think he likes being the chauffer. Did you see his interview today?" She asked and showed him the copy of Rolling Stone that was previously lying on the table.

"Yeah, I was there for the actual interview." Charlie replied and saw Jane walk into the room and beamed. "You look beautiful." He told her and reached out for her hand, kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank-you." She smiled, trying not to look too happy at the man she happened to make fall in love with her and she was able to reciprocate the feelings, and grabbed her bag as they raced out the door, realising how late they were.

"Drink?" Charlie offered the girls and they shook their heads, remembering what happened last time in the limousine. Lizzy shuddered at the thought of a drunken George asking her if he could borrow the bag she just happened to be using as a barf-bag.

"Hey Bennet." The mound that Lizzy thought was a pile of clothes greeted her and she jumped slightly and then recognised the slow voice.

"Hi George." She replied, and was glad that the drummer was there. Though he had the tendency to drink a wee bit much, he did come out with some interesting stuff, from the hilarious to deep and meaningful. The things he said helped her with her characters and the character from her bestseller was based on him.

"How's life been treatin' ya Liz? You good?" He asked slowly and they ignored the two others who were in deep discussion.

"Been pretty good. Me and Jane were just hanging today- no classes to teach, no shows to go to. Nice and steady." She said and stifled a yawn.

"Yeah? That's good. Maybe you can come to practices tomorrow Liz. It'll be good to hear what you think." He took a gulp of whatever was in the can he held and moved a bit too much when the car stopped. The door on her side was opened and she got out, tripped over and would have hit her head on the pavement if it weren't for the tall man who grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.

"Still falling head over heels for me Bennet?" Will Darcy asked, an obnoxious grin plastered on his face. She glared at him and stood back, falling back to George's chest.

"Get over yourself Darcy." She spat at the lead singer, never the less accepted his hand as he helped her to steady herself.

"I'm not all bad Bennet. You just have to get to know me." He grinned and she rolled her eyes, leaving him to greet his friends as they cheered up to the hall. She walked up the stairs, ignoring the crowds cheering for the band but slightly pleased when someone recognised her and asked for an autograph. Someone called out not to steal her man- she supposed Darcy- and didn't even bother to correct them.

"Hey Bennet!" She heard George call out and walked over to their table which was surrounded with the mass of people who were lucky to get an invitation the party. "Thought we lost you back there." He gave her a glass of wine which she refused and reached over to steal Will's beer. She figured that he wouldn't miss it- he was surrendering to the screaming girls surrounding him, telling them stories of his tours around the world.

"Aren't any of these for you?" Lizzy whispered to George and he shook his head.

"I'm talking to you, so they wouldn't really get anything if they tried. No one can beat a good looking girl like yourself."

"You're nice when you're tipsy." She replied, blushing slightly.

"Well get as much out of it as you can because I'm like a drink away from sloppyish drunk."

"It scares me how you know the stages and yet you still drink the amount you do."

"Hey, I'm in show biz. Wanna dance?" Not waiting for a reply he grabbed her wrist and led her to the dance floor. He noticed Will's glare and over Lizzy's shoulder winked cheekily at him. Four songs later George and Lizzy ran back to the table, laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" Jane asked and Lizzy shook her head, trying to contain herself.

"I have no idea." She said and started to laugh again. "Anyone want to go for a swim?" She suggested and when Will agreed, so did all the girls surrounding him.

"Sorry, only five spots to go, and they're all full." She told the girls, leaving Will to choose between the number of girls or his friends.

"We're blowing our own party only an hour in." Will noticed and laughed, and put his arm over the shoulders of the girl next to him. "You Bennet are an idea's woman. You're choosing our next party." She ignored him and when they all scrambled into the car he squashed in next to her. George noticed the attention his friend was giving the girl and tried to engage her in conversation.

They reached the pool and as they all ran to the edge, George grabbed Will's arm.

"What?"

"Leave Lizzy. She's mine."

"What?" Will asked incredibly. From his rules it was always first in, first served and she hadn't decided yet. He repeated the rules to George and he thought for a few seconds before giving his friend a stony look.

"Fine."

"What?"

"First who gets Lizzy gets her." George held out a hand for Will to shake who took it.

"Try not to get to upset." Will warned, a fake cry in his voice.

"You too." George replied and Will suddenly realised what he had just gotten into.