A/N: Hey. Sorry that it's been over a week since I last updated. School is my worst enemy right now. But now I have my totino's pizza rolls, my dog, and my noggin so I'm ready to write. Thanks to the people that reviewed, especially Thegirlwiththepappillon57, I really appreciated your review. Thanks so much!

P.S, the title of this chapter is also the title of a country song. Don't listen to it (it's actually really bad). So that's all I have to say about that. Happy reading!

Ch. 4

The next day following their outing had started off quite uneventful. Liz woke up around noon with a splitting headache. She hated hangovers.

Slowly, she got out of bed, hair disheveled and mascara amuck. Elizabeth didn't even want to look at herself in the mirror right now.

When Liz stumbled into the kitchen, Jane was already there, freshly showered and neatly dressed. The exact opposite of Liz. Sometimes she wondered if they were even related.

Jane was happy to take care of her, as usual. She greeted her sister with two Aspirins, a glass of water, and a bright smile.

Liz groaned at the sight of her sister, but gratefully took the pills and water. "Why are you so happy?"

"I was just thinking about last night. Charlie is such a nice person, don't you think? I gave him my number. He said he would call today, but maybe he's too busy." Jane rambled on. She often did when she was nervous.

Charlie's name brought back memories of last night, particularly of what Will Darcy said. She may have been drunk, but she distinctly remembered his cruel words.

Elizabeth was just about to tell Jane what she overheard from her spot behind that plant last night when a loud knock came from the door.

Jane swung opened the door to reveal Charlotte, who matched Elizabeth's equally horrid looks.

Charlotte wore a huge pair of sunglasses and had a 32-oz bottle of water in her hand.

She opened up her arms to Jane and said, "Janie, take care of me!"

"Awwww." Jane responded, stifling a giggle. "You can go sit with Liz on the couch. I'll get you some Aspirin."

Charlotte muttered something that sounded like 'Thanks' and slowly walked over to the couch and plopped herself down next to Elizabeth.

"You look like crap, Char." Elizabeth greeted her friend.

"Look whose talking, raccoon eyes." Charlotte shot back, taking off her sunglasses.

Hangovers brought out the worst in the two. They both had a couple of memories in high school of them waking up after drinking a little too much the previous night.

Jane came back from the kitchen with the bottle of Aspirin, took out two for Char, handed them to her, and placed the rest of the bottle on the coffee table. From experience, Jane knew that they would need more as the day went on.

While Charlotte was busing herself with the pills, Jane sat herself down on a chair across from the other two girls. This would be a long day filled with a lot of bickering, Jane thought.

She cracked open a magazine she had purchased a couple days before and started reading. Before she got very far into an article about the most eco-friendly cleaning products, her cell phone rang.

Charlotte and Liz groaned loudly, covering their ears to try to make the sound less irritating.

Jane quickly picked up her phone and answered it. "Hello?" she said into the phone.

"Jane? It's Charlie Bingley, from last night."

"Oh, Charlie! I'm so glad you called. It's nice to hear from you" was Jane's sunny response. She glanced over to the two people sitting on the couch, clearly bothered by the noise. She decided to go into another room to talk to him.

Charlotte and Liz sat in silence after Jane left the room. Neither had the energy to even utter another word. They quickly fell asleep on the couch.

About an hour later, the girls were woken up by Jane coming back in the room and returning to her spot on the chair.

"That took a long time." Charlotte said, noticing Jane's huge grin, "I guess that's a good thing."

"Yes!" Jane squealed. "We're going to grab some coffee tomorrow. I can't wait!"

"Ugh!" Was Elizabeth's reaction.

"What, Liz? Do you not think Charlie is right for me?" Jane asked, a little worried that her sister would disapprove of him.

"No. It's not that. It's Will Darcy. I heard him say something about me when he and Charlie were leaving the club last night."

Jane became less tense, knowing that it wasn't Charlie that Liz disapproved of. "What did he say?" Jane asked with concern.

"He said I was ugly, basically." Liz said coldly, rubbing her temples from the feeling of an oncoming headache.

"Well maybe you heard wrong." Jane refused to see the bad in anyone. "Maybe he was talking about someone else."

Charlotte gave Elizabeth a sympathetic look and said, "I'm sure you're just overreacting. It couldn't have been that bad."

"You're right. His exact words were 'She's not pretty at all. And her dress was two sizes too small I'm tired of you trying to set me up with girls just seeking the fame that comes with dating me, and she was clearly one of them.'" Liz said, attempting to imitate Will Darcy's deep voice.

"Harsh. Sorry, Liz." Charlotte patted her friends back.

Jane said the same sentiments and sat on the other side of her sister.

"Guys, please. I don't need your sympathy. It's not like I care what he has to say about me. I'm totally over it now." Liz said.

She didn't want to admit it to them, but she kind of was hurt by what Will Darcy had said. She knew she wasn't nearly as pretty as her sister, Jane. Liz was short while Jane was tall and slender. Liz had unruly hair while Jane's hair looked perfect even when she woke up. Liz knew she wasn't gorgeous, but she wouldn't go so far as to say she was ugly. Hearing someone say that about took a huge hit to her confidence.

It usually wasn't like her to care what others thought of her, but this time was different.

"I feel kinda bad though." Charlotte admitted. "I was the one that made you wear the slutty dress. I shouldn't have forced you to wear it."

"It's not your fault, Char. Seriously, I'm fine. Will Darcy is just a stuck up celebrity."

All three girls agreed to drop the subject after that. They spent the rest of the day watching their favorite Disney movies, just like old times.

They shared laughs, ate popcorn, and made a promise to never utter the words 'Will Darcy' ever again.

Jane came home from her date the next day all lovey-dovey.

"I take it the coffee date went well." Elizabeth observed.

"Better than well. It was perfect. Is it possible to be in love this soon after meeting someone?" Jane asked. She then put her hands on her heart and spun around the room. It was really cheesy.

Elizabeth wanted to gag seeing her sister dance around the room. But anything that could make her sister that happy made Liz happy, too. "I guess it is. You seem to be really happy after you've spent time with him." Elizabeth smiled.

"I am. He just makes me so happy. No, more than happy, I'm euphoric!" Jane trilled. She grabbed Elizabeth's hands and spun her around the room with her.

After they both started to get very dizzy from spinning so much, Elizabeth said, "Okay, Janie. I'm so glad that you're in love but it's time for dinner."

Jane and Elizabeth went into the kitchen to grab plates and silverware to set the table. Elizabeth had made a salad, one of the few things she could make, and Jane grabbed the leftover baked ziti from the previous night.

Once the table was set, the sisters sat down to eat.

"So, I already know that the date went very well, but what made it so great? What did you guys talk about?" Elizabeth questioned.

"We talked about everything. I told him about my family. Mom, Dad, Mary, Cate, Lydia, and you of course. I told him you were a journalist. Let's see...we talked about his family. Oh, you know how you said his last name was familiar? His sister, Caroline Bingley, dated Will Darcy and it was in that magazine we stole from the front desk not too long ago."

"Well that promise was short-lived." Elizabeth said, grabbing a fork-full of baked ziti. She was referring to their promise to never mention his name again.

"Sorry, Liz. I forgot." Jane apologized, giving her sister a sympathetic look.

Elizabeth shrugged. "It's cool. I figured it would slip sooner or later."

Changing the subject to avoid an awkward silence, Jane said, "So what did you do at work today?"

"Not much...today was the deadline for my article on that new restaurant that opened up downtown. I think it's one of my best."

"That's good. You're an amazing writer. I'm sure it will be the highlight of the magazine." Jane smiled at Liz.

"Thanks Janie."

Their conversation was interrupted by a cell phone ringing. Jane ran over to her purse by the door and looked at the caller ID.

"It's Charlie." Jane said, looking to Elizabeth for permission to answer it.

"Go ahead." Elizabeth responded as she waved her sister on.

"Thanks." She mouthed as she answered the phone. "Hello? Charlie?"

Elizabeth couldn't hear what Charlie was saying, so she just listened to her sister.

"Yea...Really?...Well, that's unexpected...okay, I'll ask her...can I call you back in a few?" Were Jane's responses.

When they said their goodbyes and hung up, Jane looked to Elizabeth with an expression of slight confusion.

"What's wrong?" Elizabeth asked.

"You know how I was just telling you that I told Charlie you were a journalist?"

"Yeaaaa." Elizabeth drew out the response.

"Well Charlie has been looking for someone to write an article about Will to gain some publicity for him and his upcoming film. He told Will and they looked up some of your old articles from the paper you used to work for. They want you to write the article. He said Will really likes your writing."

Elizabeth scoffed. "Yea right. I'm not doing anything for Will Darcy. Besides, I write about food, people are way different." She crossed her arms across her chest defensively.

"Liz, this is a great opportunity. Will Darcy never gives interviews."

"Because he's probably too stubborn."

"And so are you. If you aren't going to do this for Will Darcy, then do it for Charlie...and me. Please!"

"I don't know, Janie. Charlotte has been wanting an interview from him for a really long time. I would feel bad if I just took and interview from her. Besides, she knows how to talk to celebrities. I don't. I know how to talk to food." Elizabeth reasoned.

"How about you talk to Charlotte about this tomorrow at work. If she's okay with it, then will you do the interview?" Jane asked hopefully.

"Okay, for you and Charlie, I will. But only if Charlotte is okay with it." Elizabeth unfolded her arms finally.

Jane squealed. "Yay! Alright, so first thing tomorrow morning you ask Char and then call me. I'm going to go call Charlie back and tell him the plan."

Jane went back into the kitchen and left Elizabeth alone with her thoughts. Why did she agree to such a thing? Elizabeth really hoped that Charlotte wouldn't want to do the interview.