A/N: Hola' everyone here's the actual chapter eight. Hope you enjoy!

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I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in FOREVER but since the last time I updated school has started and one of my bestest best friends has moved and I'm taking three AP classes so I'm kind of swamped and we just finished midterms. But I still love you all to death and I would do the same review thank you but there has been WAY too many, for which I thank you, but I just can't type all of that any more. I really do read every review sent in and if you have a question will answer it. SO FINALLY CHAPTER 8!!!!!!

I dedicate this chapter to my friend Kelli who has moved, but is still my biggest fan.

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Chapter 8

Elizabeth's POV

"Lizzy, Lizzy, wake up and pack, we have to go soon if we are going to make it Charlie's house before nightfall." Lizzy groaned as Jane's voice penetrated her sleep. She turned over, rubbing her face in the pillow before glancing at the digital clock beside her bed, wincing at the number the neon lights made.

"Janey," she said sleepily, "it's seven in the morning. It's an eight hour drive, not a twelve hour one."

Jane sighed and moved from her position at the door to shake her sister's shoulder before she fell back asleep, while saying; "I know but knowing you, and according to Charlie, Darcy, we could wake you up now but leave at three in the afternoon. Now hurry up and get packed, I'm all finished so I can stay here as long as need be for you to get packed."

Lizzy groaned once again before rolling out of her bed and falling unceremoniously on the floor. Jane bit back a giggle before rushing over to help up her sister. Lizzy just stared at the hand Jane offered her before pushing herself up off the floor and meandering sleepily to her closet, grabbing the red duffle bag that she kept there and plopping it on the bed.

Jane sighed and said, "Lizzybird, I know you don't want to go, but please try to have fun, for my sake. I really like Charlie, and I want to get to know him better so please, for me? I mean Lizzy he's everything a young man should be, he's polite, smart, gentlemanly, and attractive. Please?"

Lizzy looked up at her older sister and nodded slightly saying, "Alright Jane, you have liked worse guys than Charles Bingley."

Then she smiled and said slyly, "And I guess it's just an added bonus that he is filthy rich."

Jane's eyes widened with embarrassment, not at the truth of the statement but that she would actually say that. Lizzy smiled wickedly as Jane sputtered, stuttered and turned a startling shade of crimson. She laughed and said in a teasing voice, "I was just joking Janey, I know that you are not like that."

Jane glared at her sister before going to the Lizzy's armoire, took out some shirts and threw them at her sister. Lizzy laughed harder as her graphic T's rained down on her head, Jane began to giggle as well before Lizzy silenced her with a t-shirt to the face. Jane faked a gasp, turned to Lizzy's armoire and reached blindly for some clothes. Grabbing something at random she threw it hard at her smiling sister. Soon after a full fledged clothing war began with Lizzy's room as the main battle. In fact Jane and Lizzy were so preoccupied with the battle that they did not here the knock on her door or see the door slowly inch open.

Lizzy laughed out loud, she and Jane hadn't had this much sisterly fun in years, it was amazing. That is until she realized that her sister and she were not the only ones in the room. There in the door way stood William Darcy, clutching, of all things, a pair of her shear, red, lacy underwear, which he was staring at with rapt attention. Lizzy shrieked, bounded off the bed and grabbed the offending article of clothing and hid it behind her back. She slowly took a few deep breathes before saying, in what she hoped was calm voice, "Will what in the world are you doing in my room especially without knocking?" She sounded a little more condescending than she meant to.

Will seemed to shake himself from his panty induced coma before saying in a slightly pained voice, "Um…Charlie….he asked me to ask you…… um ….. if you two were going to pack a … um…" He paused here to bite his lip, he weathered it a little before in saying in the same pained voice, "… a… bathing suit." He resumed biting his lip as Lizzy stared at him, or rather the lip that was firmly clenched between his teeth. She noticed how full it was, odd in a man, and also the way that he nibbled on it, not too soft but not too hard either. ' Lord I wish he would nibble on me like that.' she thought, before she realized it. Then when she did realize what she had thought she automatically contradicted it with, ' NO NO NO NO you do NOT want that.' She mentally yelled at her self.

She jerked her self from her head and nodded dumbly at Darcy, pretty sure that that was the right answer to his question. He stared at her strangely, before surveying her room and walking out the door. Lizzy swore, and began throwing all the clothes on the floor onto the bed, all too aware that Jane had continued to stare at her. Finally she glanced at her sister; Jane had a wide smile plastered on her pretty face, a wide knowing smile.

"I know what you are thinking and it's not true I don't like him, in fact I hate him." Lizzy said. But she could tell from the way Jane's smile grew wider that she didn't believe her.

"I think you do have very strong feelings for William Darcy, but I'm not entirely sure it's hate." Her smile widened even more before she headed to the door. She turned back to Lizzy once she reached the doorway and said. "Oh and Lizzy don't forget to pack a bathing suit." Lizzy cursed and grabbed one of her pillows and threw it at the now closed door.

She sighed and rested her head on her hands, then got up and began grabbing clothes and stuffing them in her duffel bag. She grabbed clothes blindly, her thoughts raging. 'Jane's wrong, I hate him. That is the only strong feeling that I can even comprehend feeling for him is disgust, loathing, hatred. That's it, that's the only thing. Just because my body reacts the way it does, doesn't mean that I …I …like him.' She groaned before falling onto her bed and staring up at the ceiling 'Why does my body react the way it does when I'm around him. Sure he is attractive, and he smells like heaven, but that doesn't mean anything at all.' She sighed once again, then got up and continued blindly stuffing clothes into her bag.

Fifteen minutes later she was tugging her unexpectedly heavy duffel bag down the stairs, out the door and placing it heavily in the trunk of Jane's car. Whose was the only one that fit four and would actually get then there, (Lizzy's car was too beat up, Will's only sat two people, and Charlie had taken all the seats out of his car to fit Will's and his luggage for college). The only problem in Jane's car was that Kitty and Lydia had broken the seat belts in the second seat, twisting around to stare at the all the guys when they drove anywhere in it.

She looked at the car for a little bit, before climbing the few step up to the house and set to say goodbye to her parents, thankfully Lydia and Kitty were still asleep. She stepped through the door and came face to face with William Darcy. The stared at each other and Lizzy had a strong sense of déjà vu. Lizzy blushed and she could have sworn that Will had done the same before she moved out of the way and let him pass.

She drew a sharp breathe and then smiled and turned to her parents, "Bye mamma, bye daddy I'll be back soon, and remember to call me if need be, I'll come back right away. Tell Lydia and Kitty goodbye and that I love them." She said hugging her father before turning to her mother, she sniffed and turned a little bit away, still miffed about last night Lizzy sighed and gave her mother a one armed hug, and walked out the door.

She opened the door to Jane's car and slipped into her seat. Jane, who had already said her goodbyes, and Charlie smiled at her from the front seat. Lizzy stared for a long moment before the significance of the seating hit her. 'NO NO!!! I will not sit next to-'

Lizzy's thoughts were cut off when the door opened to reveal none other than William Darcy.

Lizzy groaned and slumped lower in her seat. Broken seat belts, William Darcy and an eight hour drive, this is going to be one hell of a ride.

Darcy's POV

'Will stirred from his sleep and slowly sat up from his bed, he rubbed his eyes and made his way sleepily to the bathroom. Just as he was about to open the door it was pulled back by another. He was instantly awake at the sight of Elizabeth's wet body, clad only in a towel, and he felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Well Will," She whispered seductively, "it seems we have been in this position before. Only now I can do with you just what I wanted to do then." She smiled a sexy almost feral smile, and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind them. She pushed him roughly against the bathroom counter, smashing her lips onto his, and stripping him of his meager clothing.

Once he was completely naked Lizzy proceeded to saunter into the shower, which was still running, beckoning alluringly for him to join her. Will smiled and groaned as his now free erection pulsed happily, and nearly ran to the half open shower curtain. Will pulled back the curtain and met with the sight that had been haunting his fantasies since that faithful day, Lizzy naked with water running down her body in sexy enticing rivulets. He groaned once again as his erection pulsed and he finally climbed into the shower.

Lizzy once again took control and pulled him under the hot stream of water, wrapping her legs around her waist and pressing her lips to his. Will reveled in the kiss, loving the way her soft lips pressed against his, and the way her body moved, sliding over his. He moaned into her mouth and she responded by untangling herself from him and slipping down his body to take his eager penis into her mouth. Will flew off the handle and nearly lost control right then, but he managed to rein his raging desires in. The heat of her mouth around his cock was just driving him insane, especially when she swirled her tongue around the head like that, lord it felt sooooo good.

"Oh God yes Lizzy YES keep doing that, Oh Oh yes." Will moaned, his breathe hissing out through his teeth. He groaned once again and pulled Lizzy up, before proceeding to lick down every track of water on her skin, and oh God did she taste good.

"Oh yes Will mmm Oh Lord yes Will, Will, Will wake upWill, come on Will wake up we have to go!" Suddenly Lizzy's moaning voice was replaced by Charlie's irritating and exasperated voice. Will groaned in a very different way before rolling over and pulling the covers above his head. Charlie chuckled humorously and yanked the covers from his friend's hands and said;

"Will wake up now I will send Lizzy in here to see you another wonderful boxer gift from your sister. This one is particularly funny, Mr. My Little Pony."

Will sat straight up and gave his friend the best I-hate-you glare he could muster. Charlie laughed and sauntered out of the room. Will sighed, rolled over and looked down at his infamous boxers, which were currently hiding an even bigger problem. He definitely needed a cold cold shower.

Will sighed, got out of bed, grabbed some clothes and headed down the hall to the bathroom. He stood outside of the door for a bit, reliving his dream, before it faded from his memory; it didn't really help the problem in his shorts at all. He groaned and quickly went in and turned the water as cold as it could get, before stripping and getting into the shower. He shivered as the icy water rained down on his skin, and tried desperately not to think about her, but alas he did not succeed.

Will groaned and had to resist the urge to bang his head against the tiles of the shower. 'Stop it' he urged himself 'Just stop it, stop thinking about her, about that dream, she hates you.' Will leaned his head against the shower wall letting the cold water roll over him, that's right she did hate him and if he kept thinking about her in that way nothing would ever get better, she had to at least like him before anything of that sort would even happen. Will stayed in the shower for another about 20 minutes before finally deciding that he should get out before he completely shriveled up. He quickly turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, grabbing the clothes he brought and rushing down the hall to his room.

Charlie was sitting on the bed stuffing clothes into a suitcase when he walked in.

"Are we going somewhere?" Will asked, beyond confused.

Charlie gave him a look that clearly stated that he thought Will was retarded. "Duh remember, we, as in you, me, Jane, and Lizzy, are going to my house to see my sisters before school starts."

Will smacked himself in the head with his hand, feeling incredibly stupid for forgetting. "Yeah sorry Charlie guess I forgot."

"To busy thinking about a certain redhead to remember about our trip, hmm?" Charlie said grinning widely.

"She has auburn hair not red." Will said before he could stop himself. He resisted the urge to clamp his hand to his mouth and instead made himself feel better by throwing a pillow at Charlie's head. Will grumbled as Charlie began laughing even harder before heading into the bathroom (just a sink and a toilet) to change into his clothes.

As soon as he closed the door on Charlie's laughter he shut his eyes and let his true feelings show. He hated spending time with Charlie's crazy sisters, especially Caroline. She's mental, every time he goes to the house she hangs all over him, and basically does a huge and outrageous show to get his attention. Will groaned and beat his head on the wall of the bathroom, if only he hadn't said that he would marry her when they were little, but she had a knife and Will was a small child, so naturally he was scared shitless and would agree to anything she asked as long as she would not kill him. But now she hounded that over him and he was kind of scared of what would happen when Caroline Bingley's possessiveness and Elizabeth Bennet's fiery temper met.

He quickly changed his and headed back into the room. Charlie was still on the bed, his suitcase now bulging with clothes. Will smirked; "Are you sure you packed enough Charlie?"

Charlie looked up from his fretful packing, and gave Will a mock glare before returning his gaze to his back.

"Seriously Charlie no matter how long we stay your house, if you would call a mansion that, does happen to have washing machines."

"I know, I know," he said, "but I'm not sure what Jane will like me in."

Will sighed and placed his hand on his poor lovesick friends shoulder. "If you had packed last night like I did this would not matter. Besides boy you are so whipped it's not eve funny."

Charlie looked up and glared at Will, then a slow grin spread across his face and he said, "Believe me when I say this Will I'm not the only who is whipped." Then he hoisted his over-stuffed back onto his back and walk out of the room, that smile still plastered on his face. "Oh, and Will could you go and tell Lizzy that she needs to pack a swim suit."

Will stared after him for a second his thoughts going crazy. 'Whipped pssh, it's just lust. Nothing more, that's all there is. These feelings have nothing to do with ... with...love. Yes absolutely nothing!' He groaned and grabbed the bag he had packed the night before and headed out of the room.

He was halfway down to the car before he remembered that he had to remind Lizzy to pack a swimsuit. He grumbled a little then turned back the way he had come, down another hallway and to Lizzy's room, or what he assumed to be Lizzy's room, although the sign stating 'Lizzy's Room Stay Out' might have helped. When he got there he heard a sort of commotion coming from inside, there was thumps and groans and loud objects falling to the floor, an fearing the worse, and secretly hoping to be the knight in shining armor, he rushed into Lizzy's room.

What he encountered was not the commotion he had been imagining. There were clothes everywhere, on the bed, on the floor, on the bookcases, and even on the ceiling fan, it looked like some clothes monster had exploded! Will stared around dumbstruck, not knowing exactly what to do in this particular situation. That's when his mind finally recognized the screaming and giggles coming from the two occupants of the room. He had to forcibly stop himself from laughing at the sight of the girl who had been invading his thoughts running from her warm tempered sister with, Will choked on a laugh, with black pants dangling from her head.

He was about two seconds away from breaking his control and bursting out laughing when something silky and bright red hit him square in the face. He grabbed the offending object before it could fall to the ground, and stared, transfixed at what was in his hand. He was holding a pair of lacy, sheer, bright red, boy-shorts (like booty-shorts). Will blinked his gaze narrowed to encompass only the underwear he held in his hand, he felt himself grow hard as he imagined just how sexy Lizzy would look with it on, or off. He groaned as an image of the underwear crumpled up on his floor came to him. Will knew that he soon would be having even more interesting dreams, like the one last night, simply centered around this single article of clothing.

He was jerked out of his pleasurable musings by a harsh shriek and the amazing piece of cloth being ripped from his hands. He watched as the small scrap of red fabric disappeared behind its owner's back, before jerking his attention to Lizzy's face, just in time to hear the end if her sentence;

"…especially without knocking?" her voice sounded slightly condescending even to his foggy mind.

Will shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts before answering. "Um…Charlie….he asked me to ask you…… um ….. if you two were going to pack a … um…" He bit his lip trying to think of anyway he could speak without sounding so forced, he swallowed before saying, "… a… bathing suit.".

Will once again began biting his lip, just as he had done as a child whenever he was nervous, but he hadn't done it in years, he didn't know why he would start again now of all times. He was once again jerked out of his thoughts when Lizzy nodded, her auburn head bobbing up and down, he bit his lip hard at what the statement implied, trying not to groan, he gave Lizzy one last lusty look, glanced around her room then turned around and left. He grabbed his bagged from where he had dropped it into the hallway before practically running downstairs to the car.

Will threw his bag in the trunk and once again ran up the stairs to get his laptop case and a few other car ride essentials. When he came down he nearly ran over one of the Devil Twins, as he now referred to Lydia and Kitty as, on her way to the bathroom. He couldn't tell which one it was that was now simpering over him telling of sorry she was, and how clumsy of her, and blah blah blah.

Will got up pushed passed the Devil Twin and rushed down the stairs, almost desperate to get the front seat. He would love to spend a eight hour car drive sitting next to Lizzy, but only when his body was under his control and raging hormones weren't taking over at random moments. But his speed was in vain, for as soon as he got out the front door he witnessed Charlie's red head and Jane's blonde one poking over the tops of the two fronts seats.

Will groaned loudly and maneuvered his way around the car. He popped open the door and slid into the seat next to Elizabeth Bennet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lizzy slump lower in her seat, then noticed the tattered belt buckle ends and nearly groaned again. The way to Charlie's house was down a lot of unpaved, and uneven roads, and put that along with broken back seat seatbelts and this was sure to be an eventful ride.

A/N: I know it took forever for me to update, but I love of you who have waited patiently and have not sent flying monkeys after me. I love you all and Happy Holidays, from me to you. Consider your present from me!!!!!