Jane knew it was probably a lost cause to hope that Lizzie would ever get along with Darcy, but that didn't mean she was going to give up hoping. They really had more in common than Lizzie would admit. Unfortunately, living under the same roof with him didn't seem to be helping matters.

Lizzie was scowling at him right now as he turned on some music and adjusted the volume for a few seconds. What could she possibly find wrong with that? It was very thoughtful of him to create a relaxing atmosphere as they settled down in the lounge for the evening. True, his tastes in music were a little far from the mainstream, but Lizzie had been known to listen to an indie band or two herself. She really wasn't being very open-minded.

"Jane," Lizzie said suddenly, a sly grin appearing on her face, "do you know what this song reminds me of?"

Jane was wary, not wanting to open the way for Lizzie to insult Darcy, but she said calmly, "What is it?"

"The song that guy wrote for you when you were fifteen. Do you remember?"

"Oh!" Jane's face went hot. Yes, she remembered. "Poor Greg."

"Who's Greg?" Bing asked, grinning.

"Oh, he was very sweet," Jane said earnestly. "I don't want to make fun of him."

"He was this guy who had this huge crush on Jane in high school," Lizzie said, her voice verging into fake melodrama. "He composed a ballad to confess his undying love. But his songwriting skills were…."

"Undeveloped," Jane finished.

Lizzie let out a short laugh. "That's one way of putting it. So he serenaded her in the parking lot after school one day. A crowd gathered and started making fun of him – Jane was not one of them, but it didn't matter. That was the end of his crush. Nothing like writing a cheesy song to smother the stirrings of romance."

Darcy spoke up for the first time, his gaze intent on Lizzie. "I had always understood that love songs encouraged romance."

"Sure, if it's genuine, full-fledged love. But not some silly infatuation. It doesn't take much to starve that away completely." She topped this off with a defiant look as if waiting for Darcy to insult her, but he only responded with that mild look where the corners of his mouth tugged upwards – the one Jane recognized as a smile, even if Lizzie didn't.

Afterwards, Darcy changed the music to some kind of instrumental jazz.