A/N:(i feel last times A/N was long enough so not much to say here except) well here we are, tis part 2. knock yourselves out...

oh yeah and it is modern lol :D

"Darcy. Will. Why-exactly, are you here?" well it sounded rude, but get over it, this was almost civil for us.

He was being so odd, like seriously, if you'd seen him. He sat down-always the gentleman, just plonking his backside wherever he wishes even though he hasn't actually been invited to sit, or actually bothered speak to the host at all-and he opened his mouth as though to start speaking. But then apparently thought better of it and got up and started pacing the lounge.

I looked at him, scowling, not that he seemed to notice; but it was the principle, OK!

"Mr. Darcy if you do not speak now I may just have to kill you or, I fear that you may spontaneously combust and sir slimy will somehow make my life even worse for blaming me about the fact his house burnt down-either way the outcome is not good, so you-"

"I can't do this anymore! It's tearing me up and destroying me form the inside out; Lizzy this isn't healthy and I can't stand it anymore! I love you. I love you so much it pains me to look at you and see your hatred for me yet not be able to see you as anything but amazingly beautiful! Your entire being has consumed me and I can't bloody stand it anymore! Even though I don't want to, and it is against all my better judgment and mental strength I possess, I love you Please help me; will you go out with me? Let me have some peace of mind back. Please."

And then the world stopped.

No. I'm not joking, it seriously. Stopped. Even now many hours later am I still trying to fathom the mystery that has now become Will Darcy and his secret obsession. Which is apparently, me-great. Yeah, you see my confusion.

I'm just gonna go through it again, you know for fun and see if I can actually see ANY sense in what the man was saying.

But before I do that I need to write it, it might make it sink in. He loved me? HE LOVED ME. This isn't how it works…EVER. We hate each other; its what we do, for a hobby, a sport, a past time. We certainly don't LOVE each other its like going against nature or defying the laws of gravity; apart from well, that'd just be cool and this, this really wasn't.

Ok, so I stat there in, what some would call shock and others would call, well shock I guess. Yeah I was sitting there in shock as though someone had completely winded me by punching me in the stomach.

What else could I do?

What the hell could I say; I couldn't even make an incoherent sound, let alone actually form proper words.

So I sat there, in shock, for what seemed eternity.

Until, somewhere far away, the world decided to resume, err, ticking, playing? Well it decided to start again. It was then when I realised I had to do something for fear of getting mistaken for a goldfish.

So I looked up at him, half expecting to see him laughing with "April fools" on his forehead. It was only when I realised it was still March, that I looked into his eyes and I saw he wasn't joking or even trying to remotely pull any kind of April fool. This guy was deadly serious; and it was a scary thought.

And then slowly, but surely some of my brain cells actually started to work-miraculous ain't it?

And they played over exactly what he had just said and it, ever so slightly started to sink in. It was as it sunk in I realised quite how many times he had insulted me In just that one short speech and, well, I thought big ROMANTIC gestures like that were actually meant to be, shock horror, romantic! -Silly me.

But then again, what did I expect from a guy who cant see true love when it involves his best friend, and then sabotages said love for the 'good of the both of them' BLOODY DARCY!

What? I hear you cry. There are many things you don't know about our resident arsehole, be patient 'cause this isn't the time for them, except for and extra bit of information on above paragraph-aren't diaries fun? u no

Oh the information, yeah ah, well said lovers above go by names and titles in this twisted mess that is my life; so here we go:

Lover 1: Charles Bingly-who can also go by Charlie or Bing etc. He's the lucky, lucky guy who gets to be…wait for it, yeah, best friends with Will Darcy. So Lucky, I can hardly contain my jealousy.

2: Jane Bennet: Ohh you got it in one, smart people: My sister-loveliest person alive- who will refuse to see the bad in ANYONE; even if they have red horns, a forked tail and a swastika or their arm. Oh yeah, except for Char, Jane fills the Best friend slot very well.

That is enough on that matter but it does fall very well into one of the 'ten things I hate about Darcy' slots. Exceedingly well actually…

…

Well.

So that, err. It went ok…

Ok, well maybe not 'OK'; but passable; I could have been a little smoother, I definitely shocked her.

That's a good thing right?

See, Will this is why it ALWAYS helps to have experience.

I've had experience!

Ok, maybe not in these 'exact' fields. But experience OK!

Maybe I should say something else to her, check she heard

Of course she heard you, you complete fool!

Oh God