Okay so this is what you forgot:
Rick is tooootally crushing in Lizzy! Wow, that wasn't obvious. ANY whooosle-whatsle, because Rick finally put two and two together, he is going to ask Lizzy out. Part of this inspiration was caused by the sudden arrival of a certain jerk named George Wickham. Dun dun DUUUUUUN! The really interesting part, is that Rick and Wickham used to be best friends! GASP! But then Wickham became a druggie who used everyone he met. Including Gia, Rick's little sister. (Jackass) Sooooo Rick gets back at him, by turning him in for drug use (WOOO he's a hero!) But then Wickham shows up at Riverville! (Boo he's a villain!) And something truly awful happens. Wickham takes an interest in Lizzy and tells her lies! About how Rick framed him! What will happen to our non-couple? Will Wickham triumph? Will Rick die of heartache? And what about Wilham Collins? Will he ever become the NEXT AMERICAN IDOL?
And that's what you forgot! Tune in um now I guess... to find out what happens next!
P.S. I don't think I've done this but I own nothing! Not Pride and Prejudice and certainly none of the poems that I have used. :)
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Chapter 21
An Innocent Little Secret
Lizzy stared at the ceiling of her room. It was covered in those glow-in-the-dark stars. When she had been little around six, she wanted to be an astronomer. So, she saved up her allowance to buy hundreds of those little stars. She then covered her ceiling (with the help of her tall father) with her favorite constellations. Then after about 6 months she decided she was going to be traveling musician. Until she discovered her lack of talent. Then it was a folk artist. And then a poet. And then... well it could go on for quite some time. But her fascination with stars and their constellations never disappeared.
She was happy that she had her stars on her ceiling. Because she could barely see stars in Riverville's night sky. They seemed non-existent. Maybe she would see two or three. But the bright street lights blotted out those perfect little lights. It didn't matter though, because all she had to do was shut her lights off, stare at her night sky, and she could see as many stars as she wanted. Her own stars. Her perfect night sky. That never changed. That never went away. No matter how cloudy no matter how bright the street lights were. They were always there. Her dependable stars.
There was a poem by Robert Frost that she adored, called "Stars". She had first heard it when she was very small. So, small she couldn't even remember how young. She just remembered sitting in her father's lap. Sitting there and listening to his steady voice reading. She was sitting there because she had been scared. It was cold outside and snow was blustering outside. The storm was so strong that it had knocked the power out and threatened to keep them locked up for days. Lizzy had heard her mother say how they all would die in their house because Mr. Bennet had not bought a snow blower. And they would be found clinging together frozen to death. Which was of course absurd. But when you are small you don't realize when things are absurd or when they are quite serious. So Lizzy sat under her father's study desk hiding. But when Mr. Bennet found her crying with a blanket wrapped around her he said, "Lizzy-girl. Don't you know the beauty of snow? Come here. Sit in my lap and look at the window as I read. It will help you to see it. No more tears, my dear." He picked her up and sat down in his red leather chair. He reached over to his side table and picked up a book. He flipped through the pages. When he found what he was looking for, he began to read.
"How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!-
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,-
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
See Lizzy-girl. Do you see the beauty? Just wait until it's calm. You'll be able to see the snow sparkle from the glittery stars."
Lizzy waited in her father's arms until the storm cleared away. When all the clouds had left the sky and the stars were in the sky. You could see them since the power was out and the street lights didn't hide their light. Little Lizzy's bright eyes reflected the shimmer and dazzle of the snow. So much so that it would be difficult to say which was brighter, the winter night or Lizzy's eyes.
Stars made Lizzy feel happy and content. She loved them. And when she was upset from a hard day, she looked up at her sky and calmed down. But Lizzy didn't just use her stars to keep her sane. Sometimes. Sometimes she was already happy. She didn't need her stars, she just wanted to stay happy. So she would look up at her stars and smile and think about the wonderful things that had occurred.
Today, it was a mix. She was mad at Darcy. How could he say and do so many awful things. What person would? She knew that he was a spoiled brat, but she didn't think that he was that bad. She didn't think any one could be that cold hearted. And while Darcy made her so mad it almost made her sick, she couldn't help but think about Wickham. He made her laugh and smile. He had made her day much better. They had even had a long facespace chat. That made her day so much better. She couldn't believe it, but she finally had a crush on someone. And it was a perfect little crush. One that was obsessive and foolish. But completely innocent. Perfectly innocent.
And while that was great and perfect and what Lizzy had wanted her life to be, she couldn't help but feel nervous. The thing was Lizzy had a secret. A secret that she hadn't told anyone. Not even Jane. It wasn't a bad secret. Just a secret that made Lizzy rather self conscious. Lizzy hadn't ever been kissed. She couldn't explain why it hadn't happened yet. But it hadn't. It probably had to do with the fact that Lizzy didn't go to those secret parties in middle school where there was beer and 7 minutes in Heaven. And then she hadn't met anyone in high school. The boys that were attractive were idiots or jerks. And the boys who were smart and clever were incredibly creepy and disgusting. And since she made it to junior year without being kissed, she figured that she might as well just wait until she found someone she really liked. It wasn't like she thought you were a terrible whore-slut if you kissed before a serious relationship, she just thought that she had waited this long. Why just throw out an incredibly romantic opportunity? And now she was glad she had waited. And tomorrow if she played her cards right, she would be getting that first kiss.
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Dear Readers,
Don't hate me. Please? I promise it will all work out. :) it will. Remember Rick and Lizzy are meant to be? Besides, can't you tell I hate Wickham? I wouldn't couldn't do that to poor Lizzy. Never. :) Ok so as always COMMENT! A shout out to all my new readers. Love you guys! And you too old readers! Love to you all! I can't tell you how much it means when I get a little comment in my box. So thanks for all your support! Please Please Comment. Because it makes me want to write so much more knowing that people want to know what happens next :) I'm going to try and publish another chapter on Sunday.
Until next time,
Mary