Author's Note:
HELLO MY DEAR FRIENDS! Long time, no see! Now I've got to be quick Miranda is on and then after that Parade's end
is on and as much as I love you all, I REFUSE to miss Benedict Cumberbatch for A.N.Y.O.N.E. Like seriously...No joke. I called my mum to come and pick me up from my friend's house so I could go back and watch it when it started. ANYWAY, this message comes to you in 4 parts (Yes, you may notice quite a few Vlogbrothers references...all will become clear in a second.) So without further ado Part 1. I am SO sorry for it taking so long to update. As some of you may no my laptop broke and then got kidnapped and held hostige by my father because I spend "too much time on it" and "I need this thing called sunlight". I don't see why...Edward Cullen does just fine without it. So I sincerly apologise and I thank all of you who have stuck with the story despite my recent 2. I would love to say that since I took so long updating I should give you and update like everyday until twenty thirteen BUT my teachers seem to have other ideas. I have been back at school a little over a week and this is my first weekend with homework since being back. And since my teachers /love/ me /so/ much (Sarcasm?) guess how many pieces of homework I've got. FOURTEEN! FOURTEEEEEEEENN! What the fudge? It seems as though this year my work load is going to increase with mocks and controlled assesments and all the other crap that comes with it. So before when I was updating like every week, its probably going to be like every two to three weeks (I'm sorry) but I'll try and make them longer. Part 3. This chapter has been such a bugger to write after the response of the last one and having left it so long to write it I kind of lost my flow and ideas BUT here it finally is. I've re-wrote this chapter nine times now and this is three/four versions rolled into one. I decided to post it today because a) I finished today and b) I wanted to update today to mark the 1000TH VLOGBROTHERS VIDEO! *Hoo-Ha, NERDFIGHTER!* So you may see wuite a few Vlogbrothers refernces in here. Part 4. So finally, I've delayed you long enough so its time I give you what you deserve. This, my lovilies, is the eleventh chapter of "The 'Will' Situation" It may not be the best...But still...I hope you enjoy.
DFTBA
Ally xxx
P.S. Sorry for the long message...I had a lot to say :D
Disclaimer:
Snape, Snape, Severus Snape. Snape, Snape, Severus Snape. DUMBLEDORE! Sorry...I've had that in my head all day. I'm not Austen I'm just a WAY too obsessed fan who is insistent on butchering her work :D
Previously
"Lizzie honestly I'm fine."
Your nose, which is gushing with blood, would like to say otherwise.
"Will. I'm helping." I said in a don't-mess-with-me voice.
I ran ahead and opened the door for him, as he walked into the kitchen.
Phase Three: Die of embarrassment.
The Return of Elle B
The sun pierced through the clouds and highlighted the light brown strands of hair in Will's usually dark hair. Rays of Autumn radiated from his head and caught in his eyelashes. His eyes twinkled and the emerald sea locked within them swirled passionately. Not that I can see any of this…I have other things on my mind right now…
"Does that hurt?" I asked, pinching Will's nose.
"No." He said for the hundredth time.
"What about now." I pinched harder.
"No! Elizabeth I'm fin- OW!"
"Oh I'm sorry" I said, innocently "I thought you were fine."
I dug my nails in a little harder for good measure. Better to be safe than sorry.
We had been at this for the past fifteen minutes. After the initial bleeding had finished Will had insisted he was 'fine' even though his nose had swollen to about TRIPLE ITS NORMAL SIZE!
I had made him lie down on the little island counter in the kitchen while I sat next to him and examined his nose.
On the programmes they always like say "Can you move your arm/leg/head/whatever?" And then the patient will be lying in a ditch or something screaming "NO!" To which they always reply "Then it must be broken!"
I tried asking Will if he could move his nose but he just raised that god-damn eyebrow and said "What do you think?"
I hate it when people say that. Do I look like Edward Cullen? Do I look like a frickin' mind reader? If I knew what you were thinking I WOULDN'T HAVE ASKED YOU!
Since that didn't work I thought of the question everyone thinks of when they are faced with a medical dilemma…
CRAP! What do they do on Casualty?!
And that's why I've spent the past fifteen minutes prodding, poking and pinching Will's nose.
When I broke my arm Lydia punched it and asked if I could feel it, but I couldn't, so they figured it must be broken.
I don't want to punch Will's nose, I mean that would be awkward.
"Hey Will! Stay still while I punch your nose in will ya?"
Somehow I don't think that'd work.
We managed to get it to stop bleeding, you know, two boxes tissues later and the swelling was going down.
Being the martyr he is he wanted to do it all himself with no help but I was persistent. It was my fault so I could at least try to fix it…
And if that mean I had to spend a whole five minutes cleaning his very, very muscular chest- I mean bloody chest, then so be it.
Someone had to do it…and I was oh so willing to help…What?! Don't judge me…
"I was fine until you dug your nails into my flesh!" He said, wriggling his nose (Which is the CUTEST thing I've seen…like EVER!).
"But did you feel it?" I asked waggling my eyebrows.
"What gave it away? My howl of pain, the nail marks forever imprinted on my nose or the bits of my flesh under your nails." He pouted and rubbed his nose.
Over dramatic much…?
"Will I'm being serious!" I whined "Your nose shouldn't have swollen that much and it's all red and I swear its slightly crooked when it used to be perfectly straight and-"
"And…?" He filled in when words failed me.
"It could be broken." I whispered horrified.
But Will (Being Will) just rolled his eyes and smiled.
Why is he so bloody calm! I'VE BROKEN HIS NOSE! Oh god….Wait till Caroline hears about this one…and Charlotte…Oh they're going to have a field day with this.
My breath started to quicken, and my hands started to tremble…I think I'm going to have one of my mother's world class nerve fits…Sweet Mother of Jesus…
"Elizabeth" He said softly "It's not broken."
Breathe in, breathe out, and breathe in, breath out.
"Honestly Elle B, its fine."
I froze on my spot.
Did he just call me Elle B? He hasn't called me Elle B in years…
Not that I'm complaining…How does he make such a childish name sound so perfect coming out of his lips?
"Elle B?" I asked.
A small smile played on his lips "What?! It suits you!"
"Whatever you say, Willie D." I grinned.
"I thought we agreed that once I turned thirteen you were never allowed to repeat that. EVER!" He smirked, sitting up.
"I can't remember ever agreeing to that Willie D."
He rolled his eyes and took some tissues from the table to clean his face.
I sat quietly and watched as he got up and rinsed his face over the sink and then began cleaning his chest.
I feel kind of bad…I should have helped really…I mean, I wouldn't have minded cleaning his chest off at all.
That definitely would NOT have been a hardship.
As he stood on his tip toes to get something from the top cupboard (wipes I think) the muscles in his legs flexed.
Mmmmm…Yummy…
I should probably stop staring. It's sort of scary but I can't look away.
It's kind of like when you watch 10 freakiest piercings, really. You want to look away because you know the pictures of those knuckle piercings are going to haunt you forever, but you just can't.
Okay…So it's not quite like that but still… Don't judge me!
He has such manly legs! How? He is FIFTEEN!
They are so tanned and smooth and-
Hold on. They're smooth…
Like really smooth…
Not that I'm touching them (Or have touched them) but they LOOK really smooth. And glossy. And tanned.
But he's a guy…How can his legs be smooth? Aren't they supposed to be like…hairy?
I mean I'm a girl and my legs were like two frickin' grizzly bears. Three packs of wax it took to tame them babies. THREE PACKS!
Actually, now that you mention it, I cannot see a single hair on his legs…Like at all.
OH MY GOD. William Darcy shaves?
No. He can't…..He's legs are too smooth for shaving, or hair removal cream.
Does he wax?
I know athletes wax…But he's not an athlete...Or like a biker or model or anything.
I tilted my head to the side with my mouth gaping and my eyebrows knitted together (How very attractive indeed. My mother would be well proud) staring at his legs.
Maybe he has invisible hair…Can you have invisible hair? I wish I had invisible hair…It would make life SO much easier…
My head is practically hanging upside and I have donned my famous concentration face.
Blonde hair? He could have blonde hair…
Will turned around slowly and gave me the #dudeareyouokay look.
Dude I'm friggin' fine. Just wondering HOW THE HELL YOUR LEGS ARE SO SMOOTH!
"Do you wax?" I blurted out suddenly.
His eyes widened in shock and a tint of red spread across his cheeks.
STUPID STUPID MOUTH!
"Pardon?"
"I said do you…" What rhymes with wax? What rhymes with wax! "Have an axe…"
"An axe." He repeated, eyebrows raised.
If he doesn't stop doing that I am going to peg his bloody eyebrows to his eyelids.
"Yeah…" I answered vaguely.
"You want to know if I have an axe."
"That's kinda why I asked, aye aye." I said, trying to do the whole nudge-nudge, wink-wink.
He wasn't buying it…
And so thy self and thy William were plunged-eth into the desolate land of awkward lemons, never to return…
Well isn't this fun…
"Is your nose okay?"
"Oh –err- yeah…I told you Elle B, I'm fine." He looked up at me, his eyes smiling from under his lashing.
WAHOW! Dude! Are you trying to bloody kill me!
What is wrong with him! He can't just look at someone like that, with the whole:
Oh look at me with my beautiful big green eyes that sparkle in the sun light under my long thick dark lashes…
And not expect them to pass out on the spot.
This boy should come with a government health warning!
Caution! This boy is GUARANTEED to 'bewitch you, body and soul'.
Not quite trusting my mouth I just smiled and nodded.
"Right" He said, throwing the tissues in the bin "I think I'm done. Do I look okay?"
Do I look okay? He's kidding right?
"No you look absolutely awful." I answered archly.
He laughed sarcastically and stuck his tongue out.
"You never know…"
"You're such a girl." I scoffed.
"You're such a boy."
"You're such a geek."
"Coming from you!" He exclaimed.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Nerd I'll accept (With pleasure) but geek?
"Remind me again" He said, sweetly "What are the six flavours of a Quark."
"UP, DOWN, STRANGE, CHARM – TOP, BOTTOM! IF YOU don't know what a…" I sung until his thanks-for-proving-me-right face cut me off.
Oh right….Point taking.
It's not my fault that I'm raising nerdy to the power of awesome is it?!
"Well I'm not the one with the whole Star Trek Next Gen box set." I shot back.
"And I'm not the one with like nearly EVERY BOX SET of Doctor Who since Rose joined." He retorted "Plus…Star Trek's awesome and you know it."
Resisting the urge to break out into LMFAO singing "Trekkie's awesome and you know it."
"It's alright I suppose…"
"ALRIGHT!"
"Okay…fine…" He looked at me as if waiting for something "Trekkie's kind of awesome."
"Thank you….I appreciate that."
He slid of the counter and walked towards me.
"We should probably get back to the pool before Fitz and Gee come marching through covered in Grass and Water."
"I'm sure your mum would love that…"
We started towards the door reluctantly. Maybe he wants to stay alone with me just as much I do with him…
"How does pool volleyball sound?"
He has to be joking right? Did he forget how he ended up with a very nearly possible broken nose?
"You're really going to trust me with a ball again?"
"Of course…
Just be gentle with me this time, Elle B" He whispered, winking, as he walked through the French doors.
888
I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself.
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you (I'll take, I'll take, I'll take)
I've loved and I've lost.
I sang along in my head as I dried off my legs on the sun loungers.
The sun washed through me and cleared out my head as memories rushed through my mind.
Climbing trees, running through fields, Will's smile…That smile that's so unique…I've never quite seen anyone else smile like it…But him that is…
"Off with the fairies again?" Mrs Darcy walked through the French doors, wearing a floral summer dress and flip flops.
She sat of the lounger next to me and smiled.
"When did you get back?" I asked, squinting in the sun light.
"Only just…I have been informed though, that you apparently required my expertise earlier."
I raised an eyebrow while she pointed delicately to her nose.
Gee…
Note to self: When you find Gee please give her a nice, good SLAP from me. Thank you.
"About that-" I began.
Mrs Darcy laughed and held her hand up for me to stop "A true gentleman never attacks a lady."
"A true lady never steals a gentleman's ball."
"Oh yes she does." She looked up to the sky and smiled "It's the oldest trick in the book my dear… Shakespeare: She tells him she has his ring so he must return to collect it, giving her another chance to converse with him. Austen: she steals the lieutenants sword, making him chase after her to get it back. A game of cat and mouse I believe."
Only she could relate this back to old English literature. How did she…
I must look like a frickin' bright red tomato.
Another Note to Self: Find a hole, crawl in it and stay there. FOREVER.
Seeing my blushing face she winked "We've all been there and done it…In fact, I think I still have Thomas's pencil case from Year 9…" Dear Lord…"Anyway, Having fun?"
She's always so kind and caring…Always making sure everyone else is okay before taking care of herself…She's so selfless…When she's not deciphering every single move you make or embarrassing you to the heavens that is.
"Of course." I laughed "Thank you for having me."
She rolled her eyes and waved her hand with a flick of her wrist "Oh Pish. You know you're always welcome here. If anything, we don't have you often enough!"
"You'll regret the day you said that." I know Charlotte's mum did…
"I can promise you I won't…And I know for sure that some people would be honoured to have your presence here more often…" I followed her gaze to see Will flicking a towel at Fitz who was holding his like a whip.
I stifled a sigh as his deep, rich laughter enveloped my ears…His smile was truly infectious…
It was only until Mrs D tapped me on the shoulder that I realised she had been talking to me.
I really need to start paying attention more often…
"One day Lizzie, you'll open your eyes and see that the answers to all your burning questions are right in front of you. Everyone else can see them but you and the sooner you realise that the better. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel Lizzie…you just have to keep walking to find it."
She smiled at me looking rather and impressed and amused with herself.
Why do all the Darcy's insist on being so cryptic? Quite frankly, it's giving me a headache.
"I thought you told your husband not to talk in riddles?" I asked archly.
"Indeed I did…"
I sat quietly and waited for her to elaborate on what she had just said.
Tunnels…Questions…
I'm right now.
"How's this" She said, looking back at Will "Don't give up just yet. Boys were never ones to understand emotions even if they came and slapped them in the face." She turned to me and tapped my knee "Better?"
"No…Not really" I replied shaking my head.
Chuckling she stood up and stretched.
"Too bad…Good things come to those who wait. Now, if you don't mind I have shopping to go put away. I did leave Thomas in charge but from when he put bread in the same bag as frozen peas in Waitrose, and then asked me where the biscuits went when we got home, I knew he couldn't be trusted." I gave a little wave as she walked back through the French doors, back to her husband.
I watched her silhouette through the glass walk up to Mr Darcy, hit is arm playfully and then hug him and peck him on the check.
They'd been like this for as long as I could remember. Twenty five years they'd been together…Childhood sweethearts.
As I carried on drying off, listening to Will and Fitz's shouts, screams and laughter I couldn't help but think; when I'm older…I want to have a relationship like that.
Author's Note:
*Winces* I know...Don't kill me, I'm sorry. I know it wasn't as good but I'm getting back into the flow. I promise. As always I would love to know what you think because more reviews equals happy author :D And it would be AWESOME to have 150 reviews...Just saying...You know, just thought I should put that out there. While you are reviewing I would just like you to answer two questions for me because there are some things I'd like to know. Firstly, next chapter. At Will's house still, Lizzie's house or school, because the sleepovers dragging and I don't want it to TOTALLY take over everything. Secondly, are any of you out there watching The Lizzie Bennet Diaries on Youtube because I am like ADDICTED! Me and my friend (Because I've now got my friend hooked) have been spazzing about it all week. If you are, what do you think of Wickham? And Charlotte? And Lizzie? I'd just like to know because me and my friend have had MANY debates over our opinions about them (FYI, I'm team Lizzie all the way...If there is teams). If you don't watch The Lizzie Bennet Diaries YOU NEED TOO. I didn't even know they existed like two months ago. It wasn't until a very lovely person (You know who you are!) recommended them too me, and trust me, they are worth checking out! It's a whole modern retake of P&P thats told through Vlogs (Video Blogs) by Lizzie. If you start now you can catch up on all you've missed! So anyway, thats enough from me. I'd just like to say a final thank you to all my loyal readers and ask you to keep on reading and reviewing!
Ally xxx
P.S. If anyone knows how to sooth a burnt nose from accidently smelling pure chlorine in a gone-wrong science experiment...That'd be really useful. Like, REALLY.