Author's Note:
Hiya I'm baaacckkk! It's nice to see you all again, ready for the next installment of *Cue TV show host voice* The 'Will' Situation! I hope this Chap's okay cz I'm still sort of editing it. I've re-wrote the last part three times but each time it doesn't seem to fit so I've settled with this one. I've basically just let the characters dance around on the page (Or should I say screen) and I've let the wind take me where it wants to so, yeah, here I am! Hope you enjoy it!
Ally xxx
Disclaimer:
All of it belongs to me. I'm really Jane Austen re-incarneted...pffttt I wish! I own nothing *Wipes tear from eye* I know, tough times, tough times...
Burying the horse
"Tea?" Jane asked, pulling me out of my revere.
"Nah, don't like tea" Will likes tea…few drops of milk, two teaspoons of sugar, steaming hot or else its 'not worth drinking' and- STOP STOP STOP!
No more Will Elizabeth, we agreed! We're doing this thing cold turkey! It's been ten years, ten long years. If he liked you he would have said by now so let's bury the horse Elizabeth, bury the horse!
"What about coffee?"
I grinned "Now that's more like it."
Dad dropped his newspaper onto the table with a huff.
"What's up duck?" I asked, shovelling cornflakes into my mouth.
"I feel like writing a very very angry letter to the writers of the Telegraph."
"Why now?"
"Do you see this" He said unfolding the paper and jabbing it with his finger.
"Is that-"
"Yes! Yes it is! Why they are on the front of the Telegraph I have no idea!" He ranted "Who cares! Who really gives a damn if they're getting a divorce! Do I look like I give a damn if they're getting a divorce?"
"By the bulging vein on the right side of your neck, I'd say you do." Mary said coolly, reading through another of her vampire books.
Either Dad didn't hear her or chose to ignore her because his rant carried on.
"If I gave a damn if they were getting a divorce I would have bought a magazine like Heat or OK, not the bloody Telegraph! Back in my day" Various groans were heard from all over the table. "The Telegraph was a newspaper of serious business. And now look! Look! What happened to standards I ask you? What happened?" As if on cue, Mum walked into the Kitchen and grabbed the newspaper out of his hands gasping.
"My goodness! They're getting a divorce! That's awful, just awful. They went so well together didn't they Tim…Tim?" Dad just stared at Mum opened mouthed. Mary coughed back laughter and Jane turned back to the kettle giggling.
"What happened Dad, I ask you what happened?" I said shaking my head while sipping my coffee.
Mum gave me a strange look and went to ask me something before thinking better of it and sitting down next to Lydia.
"So are you all ready for school?"
"Yeah, totally!" She replied with a bit too much enthusiasm.
"Since when did you like school?" Dad asked confused
"Like school? Only nerds like school" She scoffed looking directly at me.
"Then what's all the 'yeah totally' about?"
"Err hello I'm like in year eight now."
"And…"
"Everybody digs year eight girls don't they Kitty."
"Yeah they like totally do!" Kitty squealed.
"They 'dig' year eight girls?" I asked making little quote marks in the air. I mean seriously who the hell were 'they'? The lonely year seven kids with the backpacks that are double their size?
"Not on my watch they won't be" Dad grumbled under his breath.
"Of course they will be! Our girls are beautiful!" Mum stopped and looked at me and Mary before adding "At least some of them are anyway."
"So this is what boys do nowadays is it? They 'dig' things." He smirked.
"Don't ask Lizzie!" Lydia cackled "How would she now."
"What's that supposed to mean." Stupid little brat! I know a hell of a lot more than you!
"Well let's face it. Like when was the last time you've had a boyfriend?"
"YOU'VE HAD A BOYFRIEND!" Dad yelled slamming his hands on the table. Everyone stopped and gawped at Dad, who coughed slightly and repeated what he had said, slower and quieter this time.
"No" I scoffed.
"Like she could get a boyfriend anyway" Mum sneered.
"My Lizzie could get any boy she wanted, couldn't you Lizzie?"
"Yes sir" I saluted.
"But you don't want one do you Lizzie."
"No sir"
"Because…"
"Because all boys have cooties sir"
"All except…"
"All except you sir"
Jane and Mary laughed out our little routine whereas Lydia and Mum rolled their eyes.
"You know Tim, when Lizzie dies a lonely, old spinster with twenty three cats you'll only have yourself to blame."
God that woman is so dramatic. I mean really I'm fifteen! I have like how many years left to find 'the one', if they even exist. I mean Will, he's pretty 'the one'-ish…maybe- STOP THINKING ABOUT WILL! He's not worth it. Are you kidding! Yes he is! He's ugly and warty and god damn beauty on legs! STOP IT! We are going to do this Elizabeth! We're not going to think about him at all. In fact we're not even going to think about not thinking about him.
We're going to bury the horse Elizabeth. B.U.R.Y. .T.H.E. .H.O.R.S.E.
Jane sat down next to Mary at the table, stirring her tea.
"Jane that's got to be stone cold by now."
"I like my tea cool. I hate it when it's piping hot." Will loves it when its pip- STOP IT!
"You're mad and that's disgusting."
Jane just laughed softly and sipped her tea.
"Right then, I'm just going to go and get ready and then we'll be off, okay." Mum said standing up and stretching.
"Yeah, sure mum" Jane answered sweetly.
"Ah" Mum sighed "My beautiful Jane. Whatever shall we do with you?" Here we go.
"Oh I've got a few ideas…" I laughed.
"Elizabeth! Why can't you be more like your sister?" Why can't you try and be a normal, civilized human being. Were you not present at the time of evolution because you act like a flipping ape.
"Because we're not identical twins, remember"
Mum huffed and walked out of the room, muttering about 'respect' and 'big mistakes' and asking herself 'what went wrong'.
"Right then girls" Mum started, pulling up at the gates "This is the first day of the term and you are looking as beautiful as ever…go get 'em!"
"Are you kidding me?" Mary exclaimed looking up from her book.
"What?" Mum asked confused.
"Most mothers would be like, 'this is your first day of term so make it count' or 'have a nice day' or 'try your best but whatever you do, we'll be proud of you' but no, not you! What does my mum say? Got get 'em! I mean what the hell is that supposed to mean? Go get who? Who!"
"The boys of course!" Mum grinned as if that was oh-so-obvious.
Mary on the other hand didn't look so pleased, and if I'm honest, I couldn't blame her.
Mum seems to have this delusional idea that we need a guy to be happy. Me and Mary beg to differ. I'm sorry but we're teenagers, we're kids, we're still in bloody high school for christ's sake! But yet still at each opportunity mum's trying to hook us up with the opposite sex which DOES MY HEAD IN!
Why do I need a man to be happy? I mean yeah I like Will and everything but I don't need him to be happy. I would, on the other hand, be significantly happier if I did have him, but I don't need him…I don't think I do, at least.
Mum thinks that the only way a women can be successful is when she's married with children. She loathes these 'independent' women because she says they're to 'head strong' and 'will never get a husband like that'. I don't think she understands that that's the point.
I don't think women need a man in their life. I like to think I'm quite an independent woman myself…at least when I'm not drooling over Will…Okay, so maybe I'm not that independent but still, you get the point. My mother just bugs me to the heavens.
"Why do we need boys?" Mary made the mistake of asking.
"Why do you need boys!" Mum screeched "Why do you need boys? What else are you going to do with your lives? You girls" She said pointing at me and Mary "are going to be the end of me! Why can't you be more like Jane, eh? Look at her, bagging herself a lovely rich boyfriend, where as you two. You two!"
I switched off and stared out the window, watching the people walk in and out of the gates. Sounds boring I know but it's a LOT more interesting than Mum's whole 'your selfish and should be ashamed of yourself! Why can't you be more like Jane with Bingley?' rant.
I don't know why she does it because none of us listen. Lydia and Kitty are bickering over some lip gloss that they both claim is theirs, Mary's gone back to reading eternal, and Jane's shifting uncomfortably from side to side in her seat.
She hates it when Mum talks about her and her boyfriend, Charles Bingley, like that; like she's only doing it for the money. Personally, I think mum needs to get some glasses because it's as clear as day that those two are completely loved up.
In fact they're so loved up its sickening.
You'll be trying to eat your lunch and all you can see is them two giving each other the 'bedroom eyes' across the table. Then you'll be messing about with Fitz and Charlotte and all you can here is I love you and I love you more in small whispered voices next to you. And GOD it takes sooo long to use the phone after Jane because all you get is "you hang up first" "No! You hang up first"…
I mean, yeah okay it's cute, but I'm not really the romantic type (If you hadn't already guessed) so therefore it annoys the hell out of me. I'm not jealous or anything, I'm really happy for Jane, but shesh people! There's a time and a place!
Eventually, Mum's rant was over, so we all piled out of the car and waved goodbye as she drove off.
Good riddance! Finally I could have a day without her squawking down my ear!
"Well, I'll catch you guys later okay" Mary said walking off. Probably towards the library, no doubt.
"Yeah, later losers!" Lydia and Kitty giggled, staggering off to the football pitch to go drool over some boys. And I'm the one who needs to get a life? Actually; don't answer that.
"So I guess it's just me and y-"
"LIZZIE! JANIE! MY GIRLIES!" Me and Jane turned on our heels to see a very tanned Charlotte running towards us with her arms extended. Oh god. Hugs. I hate hugs.
Before I could escape, Charlotte through her arms around us and swung us around.
"Oh my god, oh my god! It's been so long amigos. Where have you guys been? I mean hello, do you guys not check your FB messages. Anyways, that doesn't matter, I have sooooooo much to tell you guys! Spain was like 100% AWESOMENESS!"
Oh schnitzel, I think the cow's crushed my ribs and lungs. I tried mouthing 'can't breathe' to her but I think she thought I was saying 'tell me'.
"You want me to tell you! God I thought you'd never ask!" Finally, she let us go "Okay, where to begin…" She hooked her arms around ours, dragged us through the gates and over to our usual bench, all the way talking about her holiday in Spain.
We were told about the really fit towel boy and the superhot barman who totally flirted with her. We were given detailed descriptions of all the hotels, shops and beaches. We even got to see the tan line from her flip flops. (Who the hell gets a tan line from flip flops?)
Twenty minutes later, when she had FINALLY finished telling us about her holiday, (At least for now) she asked about ours.
"So how was summer in Hertfordshire? Miss me much?" She inquired.
"Pft nah. If I'm honest, which I like to think I am, we were glad to see the back of you." Charlotte and Jane playfully hit me on the arm.
"Whatever! Admit it; you were totally lost without me."
Me and Jane exchanged a look, and then burst out laughing.
"Err thanks guys!"
"Anytime" We replied in chorus "Anytime"
We sat in silence for a bit, just absorbing the atmosphere around us. The laughing, the smiling, the wind in the trees, the ball bouncing off the floor and- God, this is my last year, my last year of school. How had I missed that? It's not like I didn't know it was my last year of school, I had always joked that I couldn't wait to be out of this hell hole but once I'm out of here I have NO idea where I'm going. Oh my god…This was my last year of school…
"So how's Bingley?" Charlotte suddenly asked out of the blue.
"Oh he's great" Jane blushed "Really great"
"Did you see him much over the holidays?"
"They spent like every second of every day together." I laughed.
"Did not!" Jane's blush slowly got deeper and deeper. Me and Charlotte just rolled our eyes.
"What about you?" She asked turning to me.
"What about me?"
"Did you see Darcy at all over the holidays?" Oh no…
"No, not really"
"What does no, not really mean?"
It means I haven't seen him but I'm trying to ignore the fact that he hasn't tried to contact me for these past six weeks or else I might break down crying.
"It means no…not really." Charlotte just shook her head.
"You mean he didn't phone, text, e-mail…"
"Nope." Just rub it in my face why don't you.
"That's odd…" She turned to Jane "Don't you think that's odd."
"Maybe he's just been really busy." Jane stood up and gestured for us to start walking. School was about to start after all.
"I know but I still thought he would have called." Charlotte replied thoughtfully.
"Why?" Why would he have called, I mean we're just friends so why would he have called … Not that I would've minded a call…In fact I would've loved a- No. No you wouldn't off because you're over him remember. Bury the horse Elizabeth. Bury the horse.
"Well it's just- Don't you think he was pretty…err…attentive last term."
"No why." Attentive? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"Well I know I always say that it probably best you get over him to save you all the heart break and that other crap, but last term he seemed really…"
"Attentive." Jane added.
"Yeah attentive."
Seriously, what the hell did attentive mean?
"What?"
Jane looked at Charlotte, who shook her head.
"Doesn't matter" Okay, something fishy was going on here.
I eyed them both up but they both just gave me innocent smiles that made them look even guiltier.
"So anyway" I said as if we had already been talking "Since we're talking about Darce, I've decided that today is the day."
Jane and Charlotte stopped in the middle of the grassy quad. "What day?"
"The day I get over William Darcy." I said, with my hand clamped on my chest, looking skyward.
While I was standing there, strong and determined, my two darling friends were uncontrollably laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"You say that" Jane gasped "Every year!"
"And every year" Charlotte Howled "You don't"
"Yeah well this year I am determined! This year I am going to do it. I have spent too much of my life worrying about him." And the fact that HE HASN'T CALLED IN SIX WEEKS! Not that I care because I am totally over him. And he's gorgeous body…and hair…and voice…and eyes…and- Dear Lord those emerald eyes…
"So you are telling me you are going to get over him just like that?" She asked clicking her fingers.
"Yes. Yes I am."
Charlotte went to reply but was stopped by the sound of music coming from the car park. We all turned to look at the source only to see a glossy black convertible pulling into a space. The driver got out of the car and opened the back doors allowing a very orange Caroline and a very sunburnt Charlie out of the car.
Charlie spotted Jane instantly and started waving like a mad man, but Caroline seemed a lot more interested in the figure shutting the passenger door.
Around from the car emerged a tanned, muscly (But not over muscly…muscly in a nice way…a very nice way) Darcy, with his bag slung over his shoulder and his shirt un-tucked.
As he made his way over to Charlie, I felt it. My heart was beating double time and my breath was caught in my throat…
The horse was out of the grave. Oh schnitzel.
Author's Note:
Was it okay? I hope it was! I would just like to say thank you too everyone who reviewed last time and that it really means a lot too me! Before writing my own fanfic I could never understand why ppl were like REVIEW! REVIEW! But now I get it cz it really helps and motivates you too right, so thanks guys! Also I would like to say if you've got any suggestions, ideas, improvements PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! (I know I'm doing it again) :D
Ally xxx
