Streakie, your boyfriend is EVIL! How could Jimmy Buffett possibly kill puppies and angels? He is way to mellow for that. Any way, on with the show!


"Will, you are officially a fucking idiot. No...worse...You're a fucking asshole who doesn't deserve to live." Will thought to himself as he packed his bag. The rest of the group was scheduled to stay at the "cabin" for another two days, but there was no way that he could stay here any longer now that he had made an enemy of everyone in the house, with the exception of Jenny. Carol was mad that Will had not returned her advances, Chase was mad that Will had insulted Jenny so much, Finn was mad that Will couldn't seem to remove the stick from up his ass, Lottie, Lisa, and Marianne hated him for being an ass to both Liz and Jenny, and Liz was furious with him just for breathing. Jenny was the only one who wasn't able to mad at Will, simple because it wasn't in her nature. Will angrily stuffed the last of his shirts into the bag and zipped it closed. He took a deep breath and walked out of the room. He planned to leave the
"cabin" without telling anyone, he had left a note to Chase in his room, but unfortunately fate was not on his side. As he was making his way to the front door, he knocked over a vase. The crash that corresponded to the vase hitting the tile floor was loud enough to catch the attention of everyone.

"Bloody Hell!" Will shouted as everyone rushed into the room. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Seeing that their entire party was now present and staring at him strangely he opened his mouth and announced, "I'm leaving. Since all of you pretty much hate me right now, I'm just going to take all the tension out of the situation and remove myself. Sorry about the vase, see you guys in three weeks at the start of the tour." With that he darted out the door. The rest of the group stood in the foyer letting this sink in. Finally, Liz said,

"Well...That was..." but she could not finish because for the life of her she could not think of what this was. She knew that she should be happy that he was gone, that the stupid arrogant bastard was out of her life for at least the next three weeks, but she couldn't be. The look on his face, that complete look of defeat and regret, made her stupid heart think that maybe she should have given the benefit of doubt. But, it was to late for that now, and she was not about to let thoughts like this weaken her resolve to hate him. 'Maybe we should just, go back to whatever it was we were doing." Liz finished. Everyone followed her suggestion, and left her deserted in the foyer.
" Well," she thought, "he just gets stranger and stranger."

The parting of the remaining members of the two bands two days later, was bittersweet. They all knew that they would be seeing each other again soon, but were unwilling to part from thier newly made friends.


"I wonder how long this stupid meeting is going to take." Liz thought as she glanced out the window of the plane. The Company had wanted to see the girls in the band before the tour to lay down the "ground rules." Whatever the hell those were. As the rest of the band was unable to attend this dreaded meeting, Lottie and Liz had been forced to fly out to New York. Lottie, who was afraid of planes, had taken about three sleeping pills and promptly passed out, leaving Liz alone with her thoughts on the meeting. Liz thought that it was a waste of time, but apparently, Catherine de Bourgh, manager of the Vicious Innocence, thought that a face-to-face meeting was necessary to get her point across. "I just hope that her rules aren't completely ridiculus." Liz thought.


New York was just as awesome as Liz remembered it. The tall buildings seemed to go on for ever as the limo driver, provided by the label, weaved along the streets. Liz's annoyance on the plane had diminished with the sights of the big apple. The limo finally pulled up in front of a large building and the girls got out. The receptionist at the front told them that they were to take the elevator all the way to the top, and so the girls complied. When the doors of the elevator slid open, revealing a large, well-furnished penthouse, Liz's mouth dropped open in awe. Lottie grabbed Liz's arm and pulled her into the room. As Liz continued to gape at the magnificence of the room, a nasal voice peirced the air saying,

"Miss Bennett and Miss Lucas I presume? Welcome to Mrs. de Bourgh's humble abode. I am Mrs. de Bourgh's personal assistant Colin Colins. Mrs. de Bourgh is right this way if you would please follow me." The man that the voice came from was a terribly short greasy man with a receding hairline and bug eyes. He gestured for them to follow him into the next room. As they walked, Liz leaned over and whispered into Lottie's ear, "What the hell is this? I am Mrs. de Bourgh's PERSONAL assistant Colin Colins. Hah! The poor guy. What was his mom thinking naming him that?" Lottie restrained a giggle and frowned at Liz saying,

"Liz, don't make me laugh. Besides, it's not the poor guys fault his mom gave him that horrible name."

"I suppose you're right Lottie," Liz replied, "But I highly doubt that she had anything to do with his being so full of himself." At that, Lottie was no longer able to control herself and burst out laughing. Mr. Colin Colins turned to stare at her, looking shocked that someone would dare laugh in the house of his boss. Chastened, Lottie stopped laughing abruptly. The two girls then followed Mr. Colins into the room that he had just entered. Liz's attention was immedialty seized by the stately-looking elderly woman seated directly across the room from her behind a large mahogany desk. The woman behind the desk began to speak.

"I am Catherine de Bourgh, manager of Vicious Innocence. You have been called here so that I may explain to you the rules of touring with such a prestigious group." she proclaimed. "Now, please do sit." she demanded. Lottie, slightly frightened by this intimidating woman sat immediatly. Liz however, evenly said that she would prefer to stand. Mrs. de Bourgh continued, looking disapprovingly at Liz.

"When you are on tour, you should be sure to do exactly as you are told Miss Bennett. A tour of this stature is not something to be taken lightly." She then began to drone on and on about security operations and who was allowed backstage. Just as Liz was beginning to regret her decision to stand, the door to the office burst open and an amazingly tall, curly headed man barged in.

"What is the meaning of this Aunt Cathy?" he demanded. "What do you mean that I won't be able to go back into the recording studio after the tour? You promised that it was just this last tour! I can't believe..."

"Fitzwilliam!" Mrs. de Bourgh shouted. "Can you not see that I am in a meeting right now? You cannot just come barging right in anytime you feel like it! I did not expect such behavior from a guest of mine, especially not my own nephew!" The man looked embarrased, and staring at the floor said,

"I am sorry Aunt Cathy, I did not know that you were in a meeting. I was just terribly upset by the notice. I'll leave now, but don't think that we won't discus this later! Liz?" Upon hearing her name, Liz's head whipped around to see the man again. "No!" she thought. "It couldn't possibly be!"

"Will Darcy!" Liz declared. "What in the world are you doing here?" Shaking her head, Mrs. de Bourgh interrupted,

"We must get on with this meeting!"

"Aunt Cathy, may I go now?" Will asked impatiently.

"Yes Fitzwiliam. You may leave." Mrs. de Bourgh relented. Will turned on his heel and rushed out the door. Liz sank into a nearby chair and thought, 'Well that was unexpected. Hah! His name is Fitzwiliam! And he is related to this old prune. I can see the family reseblance." The rest of the meeting went off without a hitch until, at the end, Mrs. de Bourgh requested that the two of them return to dine with her later for dinner. Unable to refuse, the girls agreed.


'Well..." Will thought, "That was not at all how I pictured Liz and I's reunion. Fuck! I must seem completely incapable as well as an ass now. And she knows my full name now. Shit shit shit! I'm never going to here the end of it! Aunt Cathy will probably invite them to dinner too! Fuck Fuck Fuck!"


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