((Here we go chapter 6! Yipeee! This has taken me forever to write and I apologize. Of course per usual I don't own any of this it all belongs to Jane Austen though I'm confused as to why I have to keep saying that since this is a fan-fiction site and its assumed that none of it belongs to us… anyway mini rant done please review! I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can!))
Lizzy could not believe that she was standing in the airport, packed for a trip to who knows where with her sister, waiting for their hosts to get through security. Lizzy tapped her foot impatiently, frustrated with her sister for going along with this, her mother for letting them go, the teacher for assigning the project in the first place and Darcy for just plain existing. She finally spotted Darcy's tall frame moving through the crowd, followed by Charlie and Caroline's gold curls.
"Finally!" She muttered half to herself as Jane looked at her pityingly. She could see a flash of emotion across Darcy's face before he returned to the stoic look and dropped his duffle bag on the ground beside him. Charlie stopped beside him and grinned widely at Jane, who blushed and smiled shyly back at him.
"Ready to go?" Charlie asked bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet slightly with excitement. Caroline walked up pulling a suitcase twice the size of Lizzy and Jane's combined one.
"What?" She asked as Darcy and Lizzy both gave her the same incredulous look. "I need a lot of stuff." She said with a sniff and a disdainful look at the Bennet's battered suitcase.
"The terminal is this way," Charlie said as he swung his bag over his shoulder and set off down the crowded terminal. Jane walked beside him and Lizzy beside her, leaving Darcy with Caroline. "What airline are we taking?" Lizzy asked as they walked past all of the gates to a small door at the end of the terminal.
"Umm," Charlie's eyes flashed to Darcy, "We're taking a private plane."
"You're joking," Lizzy said her gaze going from Darcy to Charlie, "You are seriously that rich that you have your own plane to take you on vacation for a Long Weekend!?" She began to laugh.
"What's so funny the upper class does it all the time?" Caroline said seriously. "Just because you can't afford it doesn't give you the right to laugh at it."
Lizzy's eyes flashed, "Personally I believe there are much better ways to spend money than to waste it on pointless flights just to prove that you have more money than anyone should have."
Darcy frowned at her and seemed ready to draw a breath to argue when Charlie cut him off, "Well anyway, shall we go?" Lizzy glared at Darcy and Caroline before following Charlie with her head held high. The plane was small but beautiful with a sweet and slightly elderly Flight attendant and two pilots. Lizzy settled herself in the soft leather chair, amusing herself with its swivel until she noticed Darcy staring at her again. She swung the chair around so that it blocked her from his view and picked up her book opening it to where she had left off. She could hear Caroline's dulcet tones from across the plane as she tried to tempt Darcy into conversation. Lizzy tried to suffer through it but decided after five minutes it wasn't worth the insanity. So as the plane coasted down the runway and took off into the air she grabbed her ipod from her bag and set it to her relaxing playlist and turned it out enough to drown out Caroline.
Will couldn't help from glancing at the back of Elizabeth's chair for the entire flight. Her childish delight with the swiveling chairs was charming and childish but her comments earlier left him still fuming. It was his plane after all and his summer home that they were going to. Well, one of them, he had the one they were going to and one in France. As well as the family home in England and the various apartments in the cities that the family law firm had offices in. He frowned slightly, now that he thought of it that way it did seem like a bit much but he shrugged off those thoughts. She was course and rude and this weekend couldn't go fast enough.
Lizzy grinned as the cool breeze caressed her face and blew her long curls back in a wild mess. They were in Jamaica of all places in the world, and she could barely believe it. Of course they'd be rich enough to have a house here, she thought as she looked around at the pure blue sky and tall palm trees. Darcy had grabbed their suitcases and was busy throwing them into the back of a shiny black car, clearly standard everywhere he went. She glanced at him as the muscles in his arms flexed under Caroline's ridiculous bag. She looked away at Jane who was trying to tie a scarf around her hair and Charlie who was trying to help her. Caroline was already in the car, yelling at the driver and complaining about the heat. Will slammed the trunk with a slam and they all began to pile into the car. Lizzy went in last, and found the only empty seat was next to Darcy. She ground her teeth but slid in without a comment. The backseat was tight and their knees banged against each other with every turn. She shoved herself against the door, putting as much space as she could between herself and him. The drive seemed to take an obnoxiously long time and she tumbled out of the car the moment it stopped. She turned and stopped dead.
The house was relatively small in comparison to the other houses that surrounded it but it was beautiful. It glowed white in the sunshine with the ocean glittering bright blue behind it. She turned away, waiting for the trunk to pop to grab her bag from the trunk. She slung it over one shoulder and walked towards the house. A man dressed in a crisp suit opened the door for her and smiled. She smiled back at him and walked into a beautiful room with a blue tiled floor. A wrought iron staircase curved up to the second floor while sunshine poured in from large windows and skylights. She gaped at the shear beauty of the place as Darcy stopped beside her. "I've been coming here for years and I still have the same reaction," He said softly before walking past her and upstairs without another word. Charlie smiled and took the stairs two at a time after Darcy motioning for Lizzy and Jane to follow. Caroline followed them up the stairs and then high tailed it after Darcy with a look of determination on her face. Lizzy chuckled slightly and turned to follow Charlie who was ushering Jane into a room. It was beautiful with tall windows and billowing curtains and a large bed. The walls were painted a pale white and had beautiful paintings of the ocean on the walls. Jane gasped as she lay her own bag gently on the ground and laughed with delight at the view.
"Elizabeth your room is next door," Bingley said with a smile as Jane looked around.
"Thank you Charlie, I'll find it myself," Lizzy said with a smile as she backed out of the room. Her room was to the right of Jane's. It was beautiful with a large canopy bed hung with the same white curtains. It clearly shared the balcony with Jane's room and had a deep blue carpet beneath her feet with matching sheets on the bed. She sighed, putting her bag down on the bed and unzipping it. She began to put her clothing in the small white dresser before she slipped into the bathroom to wash her face and change. She pulled on a bathing suit and slipped a loose sundress overtop of it. She padded across the floor in bare feet and back downstairs to explore the rest of the house. There was a living room to the right of the stairs that had a beautiful view of the beach and ocean. Almost everything was a cool shade of white or blue. A large screen TV stood across from the wall of windows beside a bookshelf that almost collapsed under the weight of a stereo and hundreds of Cd's and Dvd's. She scanned the titles before wandering through another door into a beautiful kitchen. A woman was cooking there, small with dark skin and a friendly smile.
"Hello there," She said with a smile as she noticed Elizabeth standing shyly in the corner. "I'm Margaret, the cook slash housekeeper here. Is there something I can get you?"
"Oh no thank you," Lizzy said a bit uncomfortable.
"Well don't' hesitate to ask deary," She said with a smile before she turned back to whatever she was cooking. Lizzy left shaking her head at people who were incapable of cooking for themselves. She found herself back in the foyer and headed towards the ocean. The deep blue tiles were icy under her feet, as she opened the glass doors that led outside. There was a huge deck with a pool set in on one side and a grill with a table and chairs on the other. The crash of the ocean drew her attention from the pool and made her hurry down the stairs to bury her feet in the sand. She smiled as she took off across the rich white sand, pulling her dress over her head as she ran, to splash up to her knees in the waves. She sighed her hair tangling in her eyes.
She stayed out there for a few minutes before she turned back to the house. A dark figure stood on the balcony watching her and she shielded her eyes against the sun but when she could finally see he was gone. She smiled as she washed the sand from her feet and walked back inside the cool house. Darcy was waiting for her when she stepped through the door. "We should get started on this project," He said shortly, not really looking at her. "Meet in the Library in an hour." He brushed past her as he walked towards the kitchen. She glared after him before stalking upstairs to her room.
Darcy stood on the balcony outside the master bedroom and stared at the ocean. The distant sound of the door opening below him drew his attention down to a head of long red curls. Elizabeth darted across the sand, pulling off her dress and letting it drop to the ground. She didn't stop until she ran knee deep into the sparkling blue water. He couldn't help smiling as she stayed in the surf enjoying the water. He didn't blame her, this was one of his favorite places to visit, not that he had had time lately. Not since the events of last year. He straightened as she turned back to the house and noticed him. Quickly he retreated back into the house. His gaze fell onto the book they were supposed to be doing the project on and sighed.
He made it downstairs in time to meet Elizabeth coming in. Her cheeks were flushed from the wind and her hair was tangled. "We should get started on this project," He said as movement behind her in the kitchen caught his eye. Caroline, wonderful. "Meet in the Library in an hour." He said shortly. He brushed past her with as little contact as possible, noticing like he had in the car that her perfume was light and very unique. He shook his head slightly as he walked into the kitchen. Caroline immediately began to make fun of Elizabeth. Feeling annoyance rising in his throat he opened the refrigerator and looked inside.
"God, did you see her?" Caroline paused enough for him to give her an incredulous look. As if he could have not seen Elizabeth while he was talking to her. "There are some people in this world who really shouldn't wear bikini's." She sighed heavily, examining her own emaciated figure in the nearest reflective surface. Darcy felt his frown deepen at her insults. He grabbed a soda and nodded curtly to Caroline before he went to go read the first few chapters of the book upstairs in the library.
Elizabeth arrived about ten minutes after he settled into the comfortable armchair, clearly attempting to be early. She didn't notice him at first, but let out a delighted gasp at the books that covered three walls leaving large windows for the last. She walked reverently up to a shelf and ran her fingers over the titles. He watched her as she pulled a thick volume from the shelf and opened it. He shifted and she jumped with a small gasp.
"Oh, I didn't see you there." She said shortly as she slid the book back onto the shelf. "Are you ready to start working?" She asked as she settled herself into another armchair, sitting sideways so her legs hung over one plush arm and her back rested against the other.
"Yes," he said as he leaned forward and opened the book.
A few hours later his respect for her had grown. She was quite intelligent, eager to argue the finer points of the text until she had convinced him or more often then not they agreed to disagree. He watched her leave after an hour, annoyance in her eyes but victory in her step as she strode out of the room. He took a deep breath and smiled. He stood, stretching his tight muscles. A misplaced book drew his attention and he walked to stand in the exact place she had stood an hour earlier and drew the book she had smiled at from amongst its fellows. He flipped it open to the title page and a collection of Shakespeare's love poems stared back at him. Darcy blinked in surprise and slid the book gently back on the shelf. The bell rang for dinner downstairs and he left the room, letting the door swing gently shut behind him.
((Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to post I've been a bit busy and this is hard to write. This chapter is mostly introduction, the next chapter will be much more familiar in terms of dialogue and scenes from the book. Thank you to all of my reviews and I will work very hard to have the next chapter ready for you guys! Again review, critique everything you have to say, good and bad is appreciated!))