Chapter 8 cont.
Amanda looked down the long hallway at the attic-looking door to which she entered into her beloved Austenland. She hoped that the door would work again. It seemed that she had to simply desire to go back, and have no selfish feelings keeping her tied to the place. She walked ahead, Darcy reluctantly walking behind her. She reached the door, and took his hand. "Do not try to get out of this Darcy!" She said sternly. "Why, if I made an escape, I may never see you again, so I dare not deceive you." She, satisfied with his reply, pulled open the door…
…and face-planted into her bathtub. Thankfully Darcy did not fall on top of her, but scrambled to try to rescue her from her embarrassing accident before anyone residing in the apartment could see. In a matter of seemingly long and embarrassing seconds they were both on their feet, outside of the tub. The door slammed shut, just for good measure, Amanda was sure it had a mind of its own. They both straightened their attire and waited for a few seconds, expecting someone to come running into the bathroom because of all the commotion. There was no sound. "Piranha?" Amanda called. Nothing. " Well, I suppose we'd better go have a look-see around the apartment." " I suppose." Darcy grumbled. He's so bloody apprehensive, she thought to herself. Amanda was a bit disappointed that Piranha was not home, but if Piranha had moved out, then Amanda would have the entire apartment to herself, to teach Darcy the positives of 21st century life. But, if Piranha had moved out, had all of Amanda's things gone with her?
Amanda cautiously stepped out of the bathroom onto the hardwood floor of her old home. Thankfully everything was the same. All of her and Piranha's decorations, actually just her décor was still in its place. Piranha had taken her own favorite pieces and left nothing in their wake. The walls had big gaps between decorations and hangings. Amanda's pieces looked lost without Piranha's balancing them out. Amanda habitually walked over to the key table by the door and found a note, just as she'd expected. She quickly opened it.
Manda, love,
I'm really stoked for you gettin' married and all but I didn't have the money to keep up the place without you. I've met a great bloke and have changed to his place. Come round as soon as you get back!
Sincerely,
P.
Amanda instantly missed the sound of Piranha's voice, which was so apparent in her note, and wished to immediately go and see her, but Darcy was looking at her strangely, and it was having an interesting effect on her.
"So, if your friend is not here, then am I to conclude that we have this residence to ourselves for the remainder of our stay?" He appeared to be having trouble keeping his excitement to himself. "Mr. Darcy! Are you admitting to being happy about something in the 21st century?" She asked him with a satisfied smirk. "No, I'm just pleased to not have to share private residences with a stranger. I am not acquainted with your friend in the same volume as yourself." He said, trying not to smile. She was giving him a radiant smile, knowing the effect it would have on him. "I suppose…" He began. "Yes…?" She pressed. "I suppose…that it will be a great…change…to be without the eyes of fifty other people on us at all times. I will allow that this world too has its…quiet moments as well." He admitted. He visibly sighed with relief at the admission. She smiled and holding his gaze leaned in for a quick kiss. Suprising her with his lack of resolve, Darcy held her to him, prolonging the kiss. She intwined her fingers into his hair. She shivered as she felt his hands take in her figure…this was going to be fun…