"You kissed him?" asked Charlotte.

"I did," said Lizzie. "It wasn't a big deal. I was a bit buzzed after all."

"Oh please, you like him. Admit it. I know you couldn't admit it to your viewers on the video today, but come on."

"There is nothing to admit."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "It's good that Lydia practically hijacked today's video, because otherwise you would have spent it being in denial about your feelings."

"I don't have feelings for Darcy," said Lizzie. "Even if I did, he probably thinks he's too good for me."

"Oh please, Lizzie. Open your eyes. You're the only one he talks to besides Bing and Caroline when we are all together, he is always staring at you, and he told you to your face that he thought you were very pretty. How much more proof do you need that he's into you?"

"Charlotte, I don't even want to go there. It would be too weird."

"Why don't you just talk to him? Try having a real and honest conversation without the snarky and sarcastic comments."

"No. There's no point," said Lizzie.

-/-

"My name is Charlotte Lu and Lizzie Bennet is in denial. I brought Jane here with me so we could tell you what really happened last week at Carter's Bar. Sure Lizzie told you about Bing and Jane being adorable, Caroline being a bit rude, and Lydia being her usual self, but what she very conveniently left out was everything that happened between her and Darcy."

Jane looked uncomfortable during the entire intro, and after the title music played she and Charlotte were sitting side-by-side staring straight into the camera.

"Charlotte, are you sure we should be doing this? I don't think that Lizzie would like us talking about her and Darcy on the videos, especially since she has no knowledge that we're doing this."

"It's fine. Lizzie will thank us later. Anyway, let's get back to Darcy and Lizzie. Our lovely viewers are curious if the comments are any indication. Lizzie and Darcy left the bar together but before they did, here is what happened"

"Fine," said Jane, and she put on the Newsie cap and Bowtie as charlotte pulled on the plaid shirt.

"Darcy, you don't have to play Just Dance with me if you don't want to," said Charlotte as Lizzie.

"It's fine. I want to," said Jane as Darcy.

Charlotte dropped character and talked about how Lizzie smacked Darcy in the face and then fell on top of him. "Lizzie really does suck at video games," she quipped before moving back into character.

"I bet you regret your decision to dance with me now."

"No," sad Jane!Darcy, "Someone had to do it. I was happy to be that person. I wouldn't have wanted Charlotte or Jane to get injured."

"Are you teasing me, Darcy?" asked Charlotte!Lizzie.

"Yes, I believe I am."

Charlotte removed the plaid shirt. "Lizzie didn't really feel like staying after that so I had to make sure that Jane and Lydia got home safely. Lizzie was going to take a cab, but Darcy wouldn't let her. He drove her home instead. The next day, Lizzie told me about the ride home."

Charlotte handed Jane the plaid shirt and then put on a purple knit cap.

"You kissed him?" said Charlotte as herself.

"I did. It wasn't a big deal. It was a spontaneous decision."

"Spontaneous?" asked Charlotte, "I think you like him."

"No. It's not like that between me and Darcy."

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"No," said Jane as Lizzie.

"Are you going to?"

"No."

Charlotte and Jane took off their costumes. "How many of you lovely viewers think that Lizzie should at least talk to Darcy. Sound off in the comments below."

-/-

Lizzie couldn't believe that Charlotte made a video while she was gone, about Darcy nonetheless. Charlotte knew that Darcy watched them. Lizzie wondered if he had seen it yet. What would he think about it. Sure, none of what charlotte said about him was insulting but she had aired his personal business for the entire Internet to see..

As she was studying that day she kept a close watch on her phone, wondering if he would call or text her.

It was true that a watched phone never rings. She didn't hear from him all day and she felt really disappointed.

Luckily Lizzie had school to distract her from thinking about Darcy.

The next few days went by and Lizzie still hadn't heard from Darcy. Sure, they hadn't ever talked over the phone, but he had her number. Why didn't he use it? Maybe he hadn't seen the video. Maybe he was embarrassed. Maybe he didn't care about her. None of these possibilities had any appeal for her.

Of course there was an obvious solution to clear her confusion. She could be a modern woman and call him. No. She didn't want to do that either. Oh well, she would just have to wait until she saw Darcy in person.

-/-

Darcy had spent the past week in San Francisco for Pemberley's quarterly board meetings.

He returned to Netherfield Thursday afternoon to find the place empty. Bing and Caroline were out with Jane.

Darcy pulled out his laptop. Business at Pemberley Digital had prevented him from thinking about the last time he saw Lizzie too obsessively, during the day at least. Of course, his nights were another story. The sensation of Lizzie's lips against had haunted his dreams every single night that he spent in San Francisco. What was she thinking? Did she regret it? Would she be willing to go on a real date with him?

Of course, he could have called her. He had her number. He's almost done it several times over the past week. However, this wasn't something he wanted to do over the phone. He wanted to see her face while he talked to her about the kiss and what it meant to her. Normally, he would have watched her videos, but business had gotten in the way of that. Now that he was back, he could catch up on them and see if she had said anything about him.

He was disappointed to discover that Lizzie had conveniently avoided talking about him in episode 14. Then he was even more disappointed when he discovered that Lizzie wasn't even in episode 15. However, the title and the contents gave him hope. Then he scrolled down through the comments and saw many of them encouraging Lizzie to call him or talk to him. He always saw the word "shipping" being thrown about a lot. It was a strange comfort to know that Lizzie's viewers wanted them together.

Not knowing what to expect from her next video, he clicked play, and Lizzie's voice filled the room.

"It's nice to be back after Charlotte hijacked my video blog. I was swamped for the week and Charlotte knew that. It's not like I'm mad at her for doing what she did," here Lizzie stared into the camera, "but Charlotte, don't do it again."

The title card flashed on the screen.

"Okay, so confession time. Darcy watches these videos. Or he watches some of them. If you're watching this right now, I want to apologize if the last video offended you in any way. I had no control over it. I'm sorry."

There was a cut.

"Okay, so now that I've got that off my chest and everything is back to normal, let's go back to the video blogs."

Lizzie talked about how Charlotte was going to have a brilliant career. Charlotte came in about halfway through the video and the two had a discussion about happiness in life wasn't guaranteed.

Charlotte spoke last, saying, "There are too many variables. You can't predict happiness. However, there are some things that can help things along. Open communication is one of them."

Lizzie flushed and turned off the camera.

Darcy blinked as the video ended. Did Charlotte mean what he though she meant? He pulled out his phone and turned it on. There were no calls or text messages from Lizzie. Maybe he was reading too much into this. They had only known each other for a little over a month. That wasn't enough time for anything to happen. William Darcy had never been impetuous or impulsive and he didn't want things to be awkward between him and Lizzie. He cared too much about her, even after such a short amount of time. His feelings were terrifying.

Which is why it felt so absurd when he made his first spur of the moment decision in years. He found himself getting into his car and driving towards Lizzie's house. Charlotte was right about one thing at least. He and Lizzie needed to have an open and honest conversation. What happened after that conversation was completely up to them.

-/-

"Elizabeth, you have a visitor," called Mrs. Bennet from downstairs. She had been surprised, and a little bit disappointed, when she answered the door to discover that it was William Darcy instead of the charming Bing Lee. Still, she invited him in immediately when he informed her that he had come to see her middle daughter.

Now Darcy was standing in the Bennet's small foyer, nervously waiting to see Lizzie.

"Who is it? " called Lizzie from her bedroom.

"Mr. Lee's friend, William Darcy."