Thanks so much for the reviews! And, I'm sorry for being a rip off from Twilight. I haven't read Twilight, so I'm going to buy it and see how bad I copied. Sorry if it made readers mad: ( I REPEAT, I HAVE NOT READ TWILIGHT! I'm so sorry for rip offs! I didn't know, I totally swear on a bible! --… I feel totally bad that I did, but now that that awkward moment's over…

Disclaimer- Not mine!

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Lizzie lay awake as she decided whether or not to call Charlotte. It was her wedding after all, but Lizzie really didn't want to call if she had to hear Collins on the other end blabbering on and on about how happy he was. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was 7:00 in the evening, and they were probably on their way to some resort.

The wedding had been at 3:00 in the afternoon, and the reception at 4:00. Just the thought of Charlotte grasping his hand as he read slimy, stupid vows, and then slipping a ring on her finger made the flesh on Lizzie's skin crawl. And then, after taking his greasy hands off of hers, he'd pull the veil off of her head, and lean in for a kiss…

…almost like the kiss Will had done last night. Lizzie stopped that train of thought quickly. She didn't know what to do about it. Just remembering it sent chills through her, and she could feel his hands on her skin as he caressed her softly…

…stop thinking about it! But she couldn't stop thinking about it, and that was more factual than the truth that when he had finally pulled away, he had stood up, and promptly ran off.

"Like this." He whispered and pressed his lips lightly against hers.. Lizzie froze as she tried to figure out what to do. Will Darcy was… kissing her? But why was he doing that? It wasn't as if he liked her, he had made that quite clear! But then why was he gently lowering her to the ground as if he did?

It was then that much to Lizzie's surprise and horror; she found that she wanted to kiss him back. He was so soft, and so gentle, as if to say she could stop him at any point she didn't want to feel him. But his caress was so… nice. Simply put, it was nice. Tingles shot through her as she relented, and wrapped her arms around him. Her blood felt on fire, and as he kissed her cheek softly, his breath cooled her suddenly warm skin.

Lizzie opened her eyes to see him staring at her in that wanting way. His dark blue eyes sparkled brightly as he stared into her eyes, and for the first time that night, she felt perfectly, and totally safe.

"You're so beautiful, you know that, right?" He whispered softly in her ear as he ran a hand through her hair. Lizzie blinked in surprise, and stared right back into his eyes in shock. He must have seen the shock on her face because reality donned on his, and he backed away suddenly. Standing up, he stared back at her with carefully masked emotions.

"I hope your head feels ok. You need to get that looked at." He said in a cold voice that belonged to when he was living in Brooklyn. Lizzie's eyes widened angrily as she propped herself up.

"I'm not the only one!" She muttered as she saw him back away slowly. He ran a hand through is messy hair, and with a quick turn of the heel, he fled from the park as fast as he could.

With a groan, she pressed her fists against her eyes as she tried to banish the picture of the emotions running through his eyes. His gaze alone had held her, and Lizzie didn't know how she could face him after this. Sure, people kissed each other all the time, but the way he had just dropped her and left really got under her skin.

"Prick…" She muttered as she grabbed her cell phone to call her best friend, Charlotte. Just playing that scene over and over in her mind was not what she wanted to do, and she had a feeling Charlotte wanted her to call.

"Hello, married woman speaking." A droll voice commented as they picked up the other line.

"CHARLOTTE!" Lizzie exclaimed as she put on a false cheery voice.

"Ok, that doesn't fool me, Lizzie, what happened?" Charlotte demanded. Lizzie tried to scoff, but both of them knew that something was wrong.

"Nothing happened! How was your wedding?" Lizzie lied with a grimace she wasn't sure if she wanted people knowing yet.

"Lizzie… I don't care about my wedding! Tell me what happened!"

"NO!"

"Lizzie," A warning voice intoned, "Spill or I'll come to NYC myself and hurt you."

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Will tugged hopelessly at his hair as he paced through his penthouse. Blaise and Emma were curled up next to each other, watching with solemn amusement.

"Will… it was just a bloody kiss!" Emma exclaimed while she dodged a reprimand from her brother. "If anything, it helps her to realize you like her… a lot!"

"It wasn't just a kiss! I insulted her, and walked away without even a glance back in her direction to see just how bad I hurt her!" He exclaimed as he tugged even more at his hopeless hair. Reaching into his pocket, he felt the ribbon, and inwardly groaned as he remembered the look of confusion etched across her features.

"You know how to make a woman angry." Blaise commented. Will glared at him, but had to agree with what he was saying. Who would kiss someone, and then walk off the second afterward? With a curse, he realized that he could think of only one other person who could do that- Wickham.

Will saw the distracted look in her eyes as she stared at her watch carefully. Her hair was pulled back, but some strands had escaped enough to halo her face perfectly. With a small smile, suddenly felt daring, and wanted to kiss her. He had wanted to do that ever since she had messed around in the wine closet, but now, the urge just to touch her took over, and after a corny exchange, he finally saw the opportunity to kiss her.

"Like this." He whispered and pressed his lips lightly against hers. Every feeling of caution, disgust, worry, and frustration disappeared, and his blood felt like melted mercury. His breath hitched in the back of his throat, and he gently pushed her onto the ground. He hoped that she wouldn't push him away, but knew that she had every right to. Still, his thoughts weren't really registering to him anyway.

Her skin was like a smooth silk, and he just wanted to touch her. He held her gently, but the action went against every feeling in his body. His skin felt on fire, his blood like ice, and his heart pounded in his throat. The feeling only intensified when she wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him back tenderly. When he finally pulled away, he saw her eyes that were glossy like untouched water, and she gazed back at him with a small smile.

"You're so beautiful, you know that, right?" He whispered as he traced her jaw line. She felt like porcelain; like he could break her at any moment. He looked back into her gaze, but was instantly troubled to see shock and confusion etched in every part of her face.

You're kissing the girl that you don't want to love. His mind worked around that small thought, and when it finally registered, he back away, annoyed with himself. Why did he think that kissing her was alright? He was William Darcy, not some love struck teenager holding his supposed love! Standing up with as much dignity as could be expected, Will forced his emotions to take on the cold, calculated stare he usually had when he was talking with someone he didn't want to talk to.

"I hope your head feels ok. You need to get that looked at." He forced himself to say it in such a way to make her angry. It worked. Propping herself up, she glared at him with a glint in her eye that he saw the last time he had insulted her blatantly. He watched as her emotions played across her face, but almost stopped his cruelty when he saw hurt as one of the feelings.

"I'm not the only one!" She muttered angrily as she looked like she was about to lunge at his throat. Will almost sat back down and apologized. He almost professed his love to her. He almost begged her to go steady with him just for the excuse to see her. Of course, with a restrained jerk of the shoulder, he whirled around, and walked away from the one thing he wanted. In his mind, it was the one thing he wasn't allowed to have.

"Will… you need to realize that you want her." Blaise said heavily as he watched his closest friend's inner turmoil.

"Blaise, I don't want her." Will ground out as he leaned against the wall; still running his hands through his hair to calm himself a little bit.

"If you don't want her, then why'd you kiss her?" Blaise demanded. Emma lay still as she watched her cousin with pity. The first time he had seen love for himself, and he was denying it. She had never seen someone fight so hard against the inevitable.

"The damn girl tempted me." Will lied softly as he glared at the couch his family sat on, and remembered that she had slept on that couch not too long ago.

"You know bloody well she didn't. If you don't want her, then stop thinking about her, stop seeing her, stop wanting to see her, and stop tracing the lining on that bloody ribbon!" Blaise snapped as he got up, and tore the threads out of Will's grasp. Will lunged after it, but his cousin held it threateningly over a paper shredder.

"Now," Blaise said calmly, "Do you like Elizabeth Bennett?" Will paused as he glared at his cousin.

"No." He snapped as his mind screamed yes. Blaise smiled thinly, and pressed the ribbon back into his friend's hand.

"If you don't care, I don't expect to see you rummaging in your damn pocket for that bloody ribbon ever again. If I see you doing so, I'll kick your arse."

"Naturally." Will said angrily as he pocketed the stupid thing, whirled around, and walked out of the penthouse.

"Blaise, was that necessary?" Emma asked as she saw her cousin's retreating back.

"Yes… I've addressed the situation. Now, he will either accept the pickle he's in, and go and talk to her; explain everything really… or he will throw out the ribbon. Will knows that he can't teeter on the edge anymore. If he chooses her, then happy for him. If he doesn't…"

"Blaise, you will not go after Elizabeth." Emma said it carefully, as if she was talking to a small child. Blaise grinned horribly.

"If he doesn't… then I'm just going to show him what he's missing." Blaise said smugly.

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Lizzie explained everything to her friend. Charlotte was silent for most of it, but when Lizzie told her about his words to her when he was walking away, she exploded.

"That idiot! Throwing a piece of fine meat away like that! Does he realize what he's done? Who could walk away from you, Lizzie? Really, that man is simply the most arrogant, selfish, and stupid, not to mention arrogant…" She continued her rant as Lizzie smiled on her end. Charlotte always found a way to unintentionally put her in a better mood.

"Charlotte… how was your wedding?" Lizzie asked a few minutes later. Charlotte stopped that rant, and then began on her new one.

"Oh, it was really great! Of course, with my maid of honor not even there for me, it was sad, but you're coming to see me at Easter, and no boss of yours will stop you! Promise me you'll come, Lizzie, promise me."

"Of course I'll come! I don't think I could be away for more than-"

"Charlotte has to go, Lizzie, she's my bride, not yours." And with that, the line went dead. Lizzie looked back at the cell phone in disgust that Collins was such a jack ass. Grumbling in annoyance, she stood up, and walked outside of the house, much to the surprise of her aunt.

Purposely going the opposite direction of the park, Lizzie didn't really mind where her feet led her just as long as she didn't run into anyone (Will Darcy) she didn't want to meet. Just hearing his words made her feel even angrier than anything else, and she knew she needed to calm down.

"I've taken worse insults before. Why should one from him matter so much?" She muttered as she touched her lips. It mattered because it was said after he had kissed her so sweetly, and the two actions clashed. To go from kissing to insulting was something only he could do.

Sitting down on a bench, Lizzie decided she needed a day to herself. She just needed a day to look around, and shop a little bit for her family. She was slightly surprised that she hadn't bought anything for them yet, and she felt slightly bad that it had taken her so long to come to the conclusion to do so.

Glancing at the schedule on the post next to her, Lizzie saw that she had 10 minutes until the next bus came. Settling down a little more into the seat, Lizzie glanced around contently until she felt like she was being watched. Maybe it was just the feeling and paranoia from the night before that shocked her still.

When she had gotten home, Lizzie had assessed her injury, and found that it was not serious. Head wounds always bleed more, but more blood doesn't always mean a more serious injury. After cleaning it up, she put a salve onto her head, and parted her hair in such a way to let a scab form without hair sprouting from it.

But it would have been a lot easier if she didn't have thoughts running through her mind, and blood running out of it at the same time. Things seemed more difficult when both actions were happening.

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Will walked angrily around corners, alleys, and streets as he tried to force himself to stop thinking about Elizabeth Bennett. His cousin was right; enough was enough! He had to get the poor, silly girl out of his mind, or die trying. Too much was at stake to fall in love with her.

Pulling out the ribbon from his pocket, he glared at it accusingly. What right did one woman have, running through his life without a care in the world? She left him awake at night, thinking about her, and when he slept, he dreamed about her! She wouldn't leave him alone, and at first, he had fought against it. Later on, he was unsure.

But now, Will was stopping all thoughts of her. She wasn't worth his time! There were people who would throw themselves at him for anything, and he just happened to like the one person who didn't. Even after insulting her, he had begun to fall. It was the way she handled it! First, she was angry, but she channeled that anger to humiliate him!

And the thing was, was that she probably didn't even realize it! She just waltzed through his life without a care in the world, and then lost her mind when he said something stupid!

But he did deserve any hatred now. But he wouldn't care about her. Not anymore. With a solemn, grim glare, he stopped walking, and found himself on an overpass. Running the threads through his fingers, he stopped, glared, and leaned against the metal bars.

"I don't like Elizabeth Bennett." He told himself as he nodded in firm belief. He knew it would take awhile, but with his powerful skills of persuasion, and proper avoiding techniques, he could make himself hate her for all she was worth.

Grinning like a fool at this thought, Will let the wind make the ribbon slip from his fingers, and glide on the currents of the sky. He watched it drolly as it fluttered to stay airborne, but then swirled as it fell to the street below. As he saw it land in front of a bus wait, he turned around, and walked back to his penthouse, bent on having a good time with family on New Year's Day.

He was glad to find that he really didn't care, or anything.

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Lizzie waited impatiently for the bus. She was very tempted to just walk around and try to find her way, but as she stood up, she saw something floating down. As it landed on the sidewalk, it was much to her surprise when she saw what it was.

"My… ribbon?" She asked herself as she picked up the threadbare, bedraggled strip of satin.

Ok, so this was short as well, but I'm stalling a little bit before Rosings (if you can't tell). Thanks so much for reviewing, and to show me you like this or hate this, you must review! Anywho, on a sad note, the computer is faulty, but I will survive!