A/N: Okay, here's chapter Three! I'm not sure if I like this chapter too much, but oh well.
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And now, here's chapter tres!
Disclaimer: Hmm. Still not Jane Austen. Still don't own the devilishly hot William Darcy. Darn it.
CHAPTER THREE
If it was one thing Lizzie loved most, it was probably food. Her father always said that could eat her own weight in food, and that she would eat them out of their house. It definitely didn't surprise any of her family when they woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water to find Lizzie munching on some cereal or something.
But hey, exercise burns a lot of calories.
And so, Lizzie loved going out to eat.
The café was very nice and had a great atmosphere. The food on the menu looked delicious, (but Lizzie loved food, so anything sounded great), and to top it all off, the waiter was really cute.
Both Jane and Charlie decided to share a foot long deli club, which Lizzie that was adorable. She approved of Charlie; he was sweet and nice, a perfect match for Janie.
"I'd like a grilled chicken salad with ranch, please." Caroline said to the waiter without taking her eyes (or hands) off Darcy.
Lizzie resisted the urge to roll her eyes, which she realized that she'd been doing a lot lately around Caroline Bingley. Not that she was trying to hang around her of course, it's just very difficult to ignore someone who talks obnoxiously in a study room.
"I'll have the one pound burger." Will said with is usual monotonous voice.
"I'll have the same." Lizzie said, smiling to the waiter, whose eyes widened a bit, but then turned up into a big smile.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like a quarter pound, ma'am?"
"No. I'd like the pound, please." She smiled again, slightly miffed that the waiter thought that she couldn't handle it. Not all girls were like Caroline Bingley; skinny and scared to eat anything.
The waiter nodded. "Certainly ma'am."
Lizzie turned to Will, who was scowling at the waiter. "Eating contest?" Lizzie asked, smiling.
Will raised an eyebrow as he turned towards her.
Charles laughed. "Just so you know, Will has never been beaten in an eating contest."
"Well, perhaps that'll change tonight." She smirked.
"I wouldn't underestimate Lizzie, Will. She eats a lot." Jane said.
"So does William." Caroline said. "And he works out, a lot." Caroline, as if further proving her point, moved her arm to feel his bicep.
Lizzie nearly lost her appetite. Nearly. And that takes a lot to do.
The food finally arrived and Will and Lizzie started getting their burgers ready while Caroline complained about whether or not her salad was fresh enough, with everyone ignoring her.
Caroline coughed, temporarily stopping her complaining to 'politely insult' Lizzie. "You know, hamburgers have a lot of grease and fat in them. And Lizzie, darling, it will ruin your figure… even more."
Lizzie smiled sweetly at Caroline as started pouring her ranch dressing over her salad. "You know Carol. Ranch dressing has 72.6 calories in one tablespoon. How many tablespoons of ranch dressing do you have right there in your salad?"
Caroline almost choked on the bite of lettuce that she had in her mouth.
Lizzie smirked. She caught Will's eye, who was now sitting across from her. His incredulous expression seemed to say, "How the heck would you know how many calories are in ranch?"
Lizzie shrugged. "I know things." Actually, she had written a paper about obese America for her journalism class. Who said knowing random bits of information wouldn't help one day? Smiling slightly, she motioned towards Darcy. "Are you ready to lose?"
Darcy chuckled. "Are you?"
Charlie eyed both of us warily. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Definitely."
"Okay. Ready, set… eat!" Jane smiled.
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Lizzie groaned as she collapsed on the table. Darcy stared at the chunk of burger left in his hands in disbelieve before he put it down on his plate in defeat.
"I ate… too much." She said, moaning. She felt like she was about to burst.
Jane smiled. "Lizzie is really fast at eating, but doesn't know her limits."
"She's not going to puke, is she?" Caroline said, horror on her face. Lizzie pretended to puke on Caroline, who shrieked in horror, before laying her head back onto the table.
Caroline hadn't touched her salad, save for the few pieces of lettuce that didn't have any ranch dressing on it. Which wasn't much.
"She'll be fine." Jane said, patting her sister's head.
"Well then, we've got ourselves a new champion!" Charlie laughed, raising Lizzie's hand over her head.
Lizzie groaned again.
"Remind me to never do that again, Jane."
"She says that every time. I've stopped reminding her, because she never learns."
"Well, anyone up for dessert?" Charlie joked.
Lizzie slapped his arm before once again collapsing on the table.
After giving the burger half an hour to digest, the five of them finally left the restaurant.
"Will, since Lizzie won, shouldn't she get some kind of prize?" Charlie asked.
"I guess."
"What would you like?" Charlie said, turning to Lizzie.
"I don't know. I haven't actually thought of a prize. I prefer the title of undefeated champ in eating contests." Lizzie laughed, balancing on the curb.
"Oh come on Lizzie. You have to want something. It doesn't happen everyday that someone can beat Will at an eating contest." Charlie said.
Lizzie shrugged again.
"Yes, Eliza, darling. What do you want? Money? Fame?" Caroline sneered.
"For what? So I can spend it on worthless junk that I'll never use again? Or maybe so I can get my face on a gossip magazine? No thanks, I'm good."
Caroline huffed, but stayed silent. She stuck her nose up into the air, as if she would never understand what it would feel like to be as famous as she is.
"No, I'd rather have… I don't know, tickets to a basketball game." Lizzie named the first thing that came to mind. "Which reminds me Jane, you owe me tickets."
"That's a brilliant idea! Will, why don't you accompany her to a basketball game? Aren't the NCAA finals soon? Didn't you want to get tickets to those?"
"No, that's alright." Lizzie said, not wanting to trouble them. (And also not wanting to watch a game with Darcy)
"I'm sure Will doesn't want to go to a basketball game, right Will?" Caroline said, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Oh come on Will. You and I both know that you wanted to watch Michigan State against N. Carolina in the finals."
"How're we going to get there?" Will asked.
"It's only a few hours from here. You can take her in your car." Charlie said.
"But…" Lizzie tried to say.
"Fine." Will said gruffly.
"No, it's okay. You don't have to go through all that trouble." Lizzie said.
"Don't worry about it Lizzie. Will's been trying to find someone to go with to the finals for a while. I can't because there's a business meeting I have to go to."
"I like basketball." Caroline interjected. "It's so exciting when they score a touchdown. Woo! Go Dallas Stars!" Looking hopefully at Will, as if he was going to invite her to watch with him.
"What about Chase?" Lizzie asked, ignoring Caroline's comment. It was obvious she just wanted to score some more time with him.
"Chase goes to school in California." Jane said.
Dang it.
And that was when Lizzie Bennett found she had plans with William Darcy.
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Lizzie woke up the next day feeling, well, great. No traces of overeating left from the night before, she quickly changed into sweats so she could run off the excess food she ate. She may not be a calorie freak like Caroline, but she didn't like overeating and not exercising afterwards.
It was when she was about to leave the dorm room that she saw the jacket that she had left on the couch before collapsing in bed last night.
I should probably return that.
Then she remembered what had happened last night.
She was going to a basketball game with William Darcy this weekend.
In the same car.
For three hours.
Shoot. Me. Now.
She began to run through the many excuses she had saved up in her head. (You know, the ones that you use when you don't feel like going to workout in the early morning or when you don't feel like doing anything?)
But then she realized that it was the finals. Of the NCAAs. It was going to be a great game, at the very least. And he had front row tickets. In with all the action, it was so close you feel like you're part of the game. She'd be so close that they could sweat on her.
Maybe a few hours with Darcy wouldn't be so bad. As long as he wasn't one of those control freaks about the radio. As long as she had the radio, she should be good.
Or at least she hoped it'd be okay.
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Lizzie walked out of class, dreading that she was going to have to meet with Darcy today. Hopefully, no one would see her with him, after all, gossip traveled like wildfire, even in college. Everyone loved good gossip.
Unfortunately, keeping things on the down low didn't happen. Will Darcy had a different car this time, and it was even nicer than last time. Nope, that shiny Eclipse was gone, and a nice, new, spot free, and even shinier BMW was parked right in front of the university.
It was one of those cars that you were afraid to breath on, let alone sit in. And there was Will Darcy, leaning against the car that cost more than Lizzie's paycheck for the year, looking like a model in his rolled up button down and jeans. Needless to say, his appearance, Mister Billionaire and head of a corporation at age 24 and owner of countless awards and covers of magazines, caused quite a commotion to the people that saw him parked out in front. Especially the female population.
Lizzie looked at herself, who, honestly, didn't spend more than 10 minutes in front of the mirror. She wore her Michigan State tshirt and a pair of old jeans with holes in them, paired with a pair of Nike's. Her hair looked like a bird's nest, and she didn't bother to put on makeup, even with her sister's insistence that she did.
Despite feeling extremely underdressed, Lizzie put on a brave face and marched over to Darcy, past all the giggling girls.
"Hey Darce." Lizzie said, smiling slightly, trying not to grimace at the feeling of a bunch of eyes glaring daggers at the back of her head.
He merely nodded and opened the door for her, which surprised her.
She climbed in slowly and sat on the leather seats. She loved how the car smelled, a mix of new car smell and… Darcy.
Lizzie shook her head, but realized that Darcy, who had already gotten into the driver's seat, was staring at her inquisitively.
Lizzie laughed nervously. "You excited about the game?" She asked, trying to get rid of the awkwardness of the situation and how uncomfortable she felt by the girls that were still outside staring at her.
"Yes." Darcy answered before starting the car. The low hum of the BMW was the only thing that could be heard as he drove on.
Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief as they left the university.
However, half an hour later, the car was still silent. She half expected it actually. After all, Darcy obviously didn't like her, and well, she wasn't exactly a big fan of him. It's pretty hard to have a good conversation with someone you don't get along with all too well.
The silence became unbearable for Lizzie, and apparently for Darcy too. He plugged his IPOD into his car, and music flowed through the speakers, breaking the exceedingly awkardness of the whole situation.
"Nickelback?" Lizzie remarked as the familiar lyrics of "Gotta Be Somebody" played.
"You listen?" Darcy asked.
"A little." Lizzie said. "Do you mind?" Lizzie asked, gesturing towards his IPOD.
"Go ahead."
Lizzie smiled and scrolled through the titles on his Ipod.
"Jack's Mannequin? They're not bad." Lizzie murmured. "Death Cab for Cutie, Owl City, Plain White T's, Ryan Cabrera, Britney Spears?" Lizzie laughed, raising an eyebrow.
Will didn't look over, but the telltale pink on his ears showed that he was embarrassed. "My sister put that on there. I haven't taken it off yet."
"Oh really? Don't tell me that you don't know all the lyrics to Toxic." Lizzie teased as she started humming it.
He laughed for the first time, and Lizzie decided that she liked his laugh. He had a deep laugh and would throw his head back, eyes sparkling.
"What?" He asked, his eyes still on the road, as if sensing that she was staring at him… again.
"Oh nothing." Lizzie said quickly, this time it was her turn to blush.
He smiled softly.
The song changed and a female voice sang softly.
A Few Years later, Time goes by fast.
Got my Memories and they will last
I try to keep it simple cause I hate goodbyes
I try to keep it simple but by telling myself
That I, I will remember you,
All of the things that we've gone through
There is so much I can say but words get in the way
So, we're not together, I will remember you.
Lizzie gasped softly, causing Will to tilt his head towards her, wanting to see the reason why she gasped, but not wanting to take his eyes off the road.
Lizzie took a deep breath and smiled softly, before singing along.
I Will remember your.
We're a picture in my mind
And When I wanna find you, I just close my eyes.
You'll never be that far from me so don't say goodbye
You'll never be that far from me I'm telling myself
That I, I will remember you,
All of the things that we've gone though
There is so much I can say but words get in they way,
So, we're not together, I will remember you.
"You have a wonderful voice." Will said, drawing Lizzie out of her daze.
"Oh!" Lizzie said, shocked. She couldn't believe that she had started singing in front of him. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Will said.
"So, um. What's your favorite song?" Lizzie said, changing the subject.
"That song that we just listened to."
"Re- really?" Lizzie asked, stuttering. "Why is that?"
"Yea." Darcy said. "I can really connect to it. My mother died, and then my father shortly after. It's a pity she stopped singing though, the singer I mean. This was her only song, wasn't it?"
"Yea, I think so." Lizzie said. "They say that during she had gotten a record company to hear her, but instead of the song she was supposed to sing, she sang a different song."
"I wish I could've heard the earlier songs too."
Lizzie merely nodded.
"What's your favorite song?"
"Hmm…" Lizzie said thoughtfully. "I'd have to say…" Lizzie pressed the center button on his Ipod and a new song started playing. "This song. I'm glad you have it on your Ipod."
"I will follow you in the dark?"
"Yup." Lizzie said, nodding, even though Darcy couldn't see.
"Why this song?"
"I don't know. It… it makes love seem eternal, you know? Even past 'till death do us part.' I think…" Lizzie trailed off as she looked over at Darcy, who was staring at her. (They were at a stoplight)
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing." Darcy said, quickly turning his head back.
Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "I guess my parents have influenced me."
"How so?"
"My parents divorced when I was in high school. It was one of those moments when you realize things weren't what they seemed. I always thought they had a happy marriage and would be together forever." Lizzie said. "And so I guess I have some warped look on love. And then a few years later, my father died of a heart attack, and… here I am. Oops. I'm babbling again. Sorry."
"No, it's alright. I like listening." Darcy said.
"You probably think I'm a complete nutcase, don't you?" Lizzie teased.
"On the contrary, I think you're quite fascinating." Darcy said.
"Uhh. Thanks, Darcy?" Lizzie said, not quite sure what to say to someone that just called you fascinating, as if you were some rare, exotic animal that was being studied on one of those discovery channels. But perhaps it was a compliment in London, but to Lizzie, it didn't matter. Paired with the hot British accent, it was a lethal combination. If only he hadn't insulted her before she could meet him. Too bad he had.
"Will." Darcy said.
"Huh?"
"Call me Will."
"But I quite like calling you Darcy. Or maybe Darce?"
Darcy stayed quiet.
"Aww. Come on Darce. Don't ignore me."
He didn't say a word.
After many tries, she realized that she wasn't going to get a response out of him until she called him by his first name. "Fine! Will."
He smiled.
"You know, that's probably the first conversation I've with you since I've met you?"
Will laughed softly. "We're here."
"Oh!" Lizzie exclaimed as she realized they had arrived at Michigan State University. A huge crowd of people had begun to gather already.
"So you're for Michigan State?" Will asked.
"Gee Einstein. What gave that away?" Lizzie asked sarcastically, gesturing towards the Michigan State shirt she was wearing.
Will laughed. "Too bad they're going to lose."
"Wanna bet?" Lizzie said.
"Sure."
"Loser buys winner ice cream." Lizzie said.
"Deal."
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A/N: There ya have it!
The song in this chapter is "I Will Remember You" by Ryan Cabrera. A guy sings it, but I just love the lyrics. So if you listen to it, imagine it an octave higher.
I'm sure a lot of you are wondering why I made Lizzie And Will get along. I like changing things up, so I wanted to try this out. I think it makes it more interesting-ish? Maybe? Haha. But don't worry, Will Darcy will get his brooding moments. Don't you worry about it. I just didn't want him to be all dark and broody the whole time.
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Hmm. No song this time.
Poem? Perhaps.
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