Kates Master's Sister: thank you! Dutch is my first language, by the way. As Lizzie said in chapter 1, Kitty and Lydia are fourteen and fifteen, and in this chapter Lizzie tells she is seventeen, which makes Mary sixteen. Jane is nineteen. I know, the ages are different from the book, but like I said: this is based on it. It has the same frame, but I wanna make my own story and not a weird copy of it :)
Hope you like this, and people - please review!
P.S. I made a REALLY weird mistake I mixed up a few characters... normally I check my writing, but this was the first time I didn't and BAM! I immediately made this huge mistake ... so I changed a few things and now everything's okay :)

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2. Tell Me Some Stories

Seven days later, Lizzie walked into the Red Lion Hotel. Eve's father was the boss of it, and his family lived on the fifth floor.
Lizzie looked around; she had always liked the hotel. The walls were red and purple, the people were always friendly and
there was such a wonderful atmosphere.
"Liz, look what I've got here!" called her friend, who had been waiting in front of the elevator. She got up from the purple chair
and showed a silver bracelet.
"Wow, beautiful!" Lizzie admired.
"Michael gave it to me, he left ten minutes ago... Because of our one-week-anniversary he gave me a present!" Eve beamed.
"I feel quite guilty, I mean I don't have a present for him. Is that bad?"
"Really naughty," Lizzie nodded, and Eve gave her a soft push.
"Shut up, otherwise you won't get your book back and I won't get you a chocolate pie, made by my mother."
"Chocolate pie?"
"Yeah, do you want some?"
"Yes, please!"
"Eve!" a voice called. The girls looked up and they saw Mr Dawson, Eve's father.
"Could you please come here, we need you to-"
"Dad, Lizzie's here!" Eve protested. Lizzie knew Eve didn't like it to help when it was busy in the hotel.
"I know, I only need you for a second."
"Alright, alright... Sorry Liz, I'll be right back."
"With pie!"
"With pie."
Lizzie landed on the chair. A few minutes passed by as a young man sat down on the chair next to her. He looked
quite nervous and tapped with his fingers on the arm rest.
"Ehm, could you please stop doing that?" Lizzie asked friendly.
"O, I'm sorry," he smiled and he immediately stopped tapping.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I'm going to interview Vicky L. Jason of Greenpeace. She stays here and, well, she's quite my hero," the guy smiled.
He looked at Lizzie. "What's your name?"
"Lizzie Bennet. Are you a journalist?"
"Yes, I am. Otherwise I wouldn't interview people," he grinned. "I'm George Wickham, by the way. I work for a news paper.
This is my first real job, the first time I can go to somewhere else... I come from Manchester," he explained.
"Vicky L. Jason, she's from the oil, right?"
"Yeah, that's true. She's fantastic, thanks to her there-" he stopped when the elevator door opened, but an old man appeared.
"What's Vicky doing here, I mean, this is just a small village," said Lizzie.
"Yeah, but she doesn't like the big cities, and Longbourn is near London, so it's not difficult to go to important meetings and stuff."
"I see." suddenly, Lizzie heared a sound. She looked up and saw William Darcy, standing next to her chair.
"Hello," she said awkward.
He looked at them, and after a painful silence he said: "I was actually... Nevermind, I'll talk to you later, Wickham."
And then he left.
Lizzie felt incredibly weird, and looked at George. He seemed to feel the same way, but also a bit... scared?
"You know William Darcy?" Lizzie knew it was a stupid question, but she wanted to know what was going on.
"William Darcy?" George asked slowly. She waited.
"Yes, I know him," he continued softly, "he moved to this town, right?"
"Yes, he did. He's... in my class," Lizzie told him.
"He was a good friend of mine, almost my brother," he looked at her. The whole conversation he had looked admiring at her,
but now it was obvious he was really worried about something.
"Look, Lizzie... I like you," George said slowly," and that's why I'm going to warn you. There's something with Darcy,
he has a secret."
Lizzie frowned. Was she supposed to be shocked or something, by the hearing of this 'cliffhanger-sentence'? She didn't like it
when people said negative stuff about Darcy – she was the only one allowed to do that.
"He's got a child."
"A what!" all her fantasies and happy dreams fell to pieces, that one second. "He's got a..."
"A child," he finished her line.
"But he's only seventeen, just like me!"
"That doesn't mean he can't make love," George said.
"But... a child, for god's sake!"
"It wasn't really planned," George said. It sounded like a joke, but Lizzie didn't smile. She felt dizzy – William was a father.
The handsome, but a little bit arrogant, brown eyed guy had a child. She wanted to cry, but Fritz was there, so she didn't do it.
"I know it's shocking to hear... but I think it's for the best if I tell you the truth. You've gotta watch out, he's a tricky guy," he warned.
"That child..." began Lizzie.
"... he has left town before it was born."
"Did he know the girl was pregnant?"
"Of course."
"The bastard!"
George looked at the ceiling, and Lizzie said quickly: "I'm sorry, I forgot he's you cousin. Although that doesn't mean I can't
say things like 'bastard', it has to be no fun to-"
"It's alright, Liz," he said loud, "he's a bastard and I know it."
"And... the girl?"
"She raises the baby on her own."
"George Wickham?" a woman asked. They looked up and saw Vicky L. Jason standing in front of them.
"Yes, that's me. Nice to meet you, ma'am," George stood up and shake her hand.
"Well, Lizzie, I gotta go. Bye!"
"Bye!" Lizzie said softly.
"Tatatatatatatataaaaaaa!" someone yelled as Vicky L. Jason and George just had left.
"Here's a beautiful chocolate pie for Miss Bennet!" Eve gave her a plate and Lizzie looked at it.
"Thank you," she whispered. The next moment she cried and Eve hugged her, asking what was wrong.
But all Lizzie could do, was crying.