Thanks for all the reviews guys! So I realized that I didn't post a disclaimer yet. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! This goes for the first two chapters too. Don't sue me. Please. Okay, here's the third chapter.

"Good morning," Lizzie yawned walking into the kitchen. Usually she wouldn't wake up this early but the sunlight was shining into her room and she couldn't figure out how to lower the fancy blinds. It was 6:00 and she noticed that Darcy was already awake, all dressed up, in a suit, with a tie, reading the morning paper. His hair was neatly combed to one side, his shoes were impressively shiny, and he smelled incredible. Lizzie realized that it was 6:00 on a Saturday morning and Darcy was flawless. Just like he was at work.

"Elizabeth," he said with a curt nod, looking up for a moment before turning back to his paper. He was back to professional Darcy. Emotionless. Flawless. CEO. Lizzie remembered last night. When Darcy came to pick her up, he was only wearing sweatpants and a robe. His hear was ruffled up, looking like he just rolled out of bed. He stuttered and tripped over his words and rambled. He even smiled once.

"Are you working today?"

"No, business can wait until Monday," Darcy answered, folding the paper in half, and setting it down.

"I see, are you meeting a special someone? Lizzie teased, feeling a jab of jealously as she said it.

"I am meeting someone. I'm meeting with my lawyer. I don't leave until one," he said. "You slept pretty late yesterday. Why are you up so early?" he asked.

"The blinds. I didn't know how to shut them," Lizzie admitted.

"I apologize. I'll show you," Darcy said getting up. They walked to her room.

"There's a remote in the drawer." He pressed a button. "Now you can sleep in for the duration of your stay."

"Wow. Fancy huh. Don't worry. I'll go to talk to Lydia today. Try to talk some sense in her. I'll be out of your hair by tomorrow. Possibly the day after tomorrow. But I'll be gone soon."

Lydia was always a stubborn girl. She was 19. She moved to LA when she was 18 after high school. Mr. Bennet kicked her out after she refused to go to college. She was supporting herself with her job at Forever 21. It was the year Lizzie graduated with her bachelor's degree and moved out of the dorms. Lizzie moved in with Lydia to help her pay the rent.

"Don't worry about it. You're a welcomed guest here. Talk to Lydia tomorrow. Give her a day to think about it."

"Okay. So, Darcy. If you don't leave until one, why are you up so early? It's six."

"I always wake up at five," Darcy said.

"Every morning?"

"Every morning," he confirmed. "Would you like some breakfast?" he asked, as they walked back to the kitchen.

"Yes please." She poured herself a bowl of cereal and he did the same.

"Here, I'll wash them," she said, standing up after they both finish.

"It's fine. Just put them in the sink. Martha will take care of it," he said.

"No, it's okay. I'll do them," she insisted. She saw an extra bowl already sitting in the sink. Darcy had already eaten. Why would he eat twice? Maybe he's just hungry. She wouldn't let herself think of any other reason why he would eat twice.

"Would you like a tour of the house now?" Darcy asked.

"Sure." As Darcy led around the house, she was absolute amazed. She knew he had a younger sister. Two people living in such a big house. The house had 7 rooms. A weight room. A pool. A tennis court. A trampoline. An arcade room. A home theater. The list goes on and on. Finally they stopped in front of Darcy's room. He was so nervous. He looked like a little boy showing a girl his room for the first time.

"This is my room," he said, swinging the door open. It was big, probably bigger than her whole apartment. It was sparkly clean. Impossibly clean. The bed was neatly made. She couldn't stand it anymore. His office was flawless. His house was flawless. He was flawless. So flawless she wanted to pull on his perfect tie, run her finger through his perfect hair, and mess up his perfect bed. And that's exactly what she did.