Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.
Author's Note: Sorry guys for not updating this in a really long time! I'm not going to lie I completely forgot about it for awhile. It hasn't been at the top of my priorities but I am going to try updating more and eventually finishing my version of the story. This may take awhile so please bare with me.
Once the movie was finished we left the theaters and headed to JC Penny's. Lydia wanted to buy a new dress for the barn dance we'd be attending on Saturday. Barn dances are very popular in our town, almost everyone goes to them. Everyone dresses up and dances the night away, they are a lot of fun and I'm very excited to go since I've missed a few of them because of school.
While Lydia and Kitty were off looking at dresses Jane and I were talking about my encounter with William. "What happened when you ran into William Darcy?" She asked.
"First of he ran into me Jane," I couldn't decide if I wanted to tell her how I was feeling or keep it to myself until something happened. "And second nothing happened we just grabbed a quick coffee."
"So what did you talk about?"
"We talked about Marietta and how he likes it here so far, but can we talk about this later? Here come Kitty and Lydia.
Lydia found a dress she really likes; it was black with lace and sequence. She absolutely loves it but I'm not a big fan, I think it could use a little more material. Once Lydia purchased the dress we headed for home.
On our way home I tried to organize my thoughts. I decided to not say anything about the confusion William Darcy had caused in my head. It was just coffee and a small kiss on the head. It meant nothing and it was not a big deal at all. It's not like it changed anything. We arrived home a few minutes later and I went upstairs to read until dinner.
The next day mother was getting things ready for Thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving was always a big deal for my family; we all spent the day together talking and playing games. It was probably my favorite holiday. Mother was trying to make sure she had everything for dinner the next day when she realized she was missing a few things. "Lizzie, would you mind running to the store for a few things? I'll send you a text message with everything I need."
"She thing mom," I said while grabbing my keys and heading out the door.
It was a rather warm day for the end of November. It felt like the mid 60's and warm enough to wear my favorite jeans and the sweater Jane had gotten me for my birthday.
When I arrived at the grocery store I checked my phone, one new message the screen read. It was from my mother telling me all the items I was supposed to get. I headed into the store and to the isle where I knew I'd find the cranberry sauce. When I got there all the cranberry sauce was gone. "Maybe there is some in the back" I thought to myself. I started looking for a sales associate to help me. I was looking down one of the isles and I saw a man who looked really familiar, it was Charles Bingley. I decided I'd say hello. I walked up to the man and said "Hello Charles."
Startled he said "Oh, hello Elizabeth! What are you doing here?" As he said this he looked around me to see if anyone was with me.
"I'm grabbing a few things for my mother. She forgot to get a couple of things for dinner tomorrow night."
"How are you and your sister doing?"
"We are doing very well thanks for asking," I replied.
"That's good," he said "but I really need to go William and my sister are in the car wait for me. Please tell Jane I said hello."
"Will do and Charles there's a barn dance on Saturday at seven. It's on the Barnett Farm, it's right outside of town by the old mill."
Charles said "I'll talk to William about it and I'll let you know if we decide to come. My number is 863-555-4321; call me sometime on Friday so I can let you know."
"All right see you later Charles."
"Goodbye Elizabeth." I finished getting the things my mother needed and checked out. All the way home I wondered if William would be at the dance on Saturday. I don't know why but I was really excited to see him again.