Love Comes To Those Who Believe It Chapter 2: And I Know Your Story, an emma fanfic

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"She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me."

-- Mr.Darcy, Chapter 3

And I know your story

Life is sometimes defined as a series of obstacles with rest-houses in between. Charles Bingley felt like he was at the threshold of one these.

Although, just days from his next race, he was in a terribly good mood.

It wasn't everyday that he met his favourite author. And it wasn't everyday, that they turned out to be exceedingly beautiful an just the type of person he'd supposed them to be – perfect.

And he was going to see her again. She accepted his invitation and should be here any minute now. Which was why, he was driving faster than usual, eager to finish off his last lap. He accelerated, shot past the finish line and screeched to a halt. Jumping out, he pulled off his helmet and looked eagerly up at the stand.

There she was. There was someone with her, dressed quite fashionably, but not looking quite as attractive as her.

At that moment, he felt someone standing beside him. "Who're they?Are they supposed to be here?"

"I invited them."

"I see. Come on."

Charles paused as his companion moved ahead of him, then lifted his hand and waved, and then grinned when the object of his attention waved back.

"Liz! Are you going for a photo shoot?"

"No. Why?"

Liz grabbed her sunglasses and put them on.

"You look dressed up for one."

"Do I? Well, it's my image. And I have to maintain it."

"Yes, but –"

"No buts. We're late."

Liz pushed Jane out of the room.

Three quarters of an hour later, they were standing in the arena, watching two cars race each other around the track.

Liz spoke first, "The green one is Charlie."

Jane leaned forward to look at it better. She then pointed to the other car and enquired, "And who's that?"

"William Turner."

Jane turned towards her. "Oh. My. God."

"I know."

"Is that why you…?"

"No! I didn't even know him then. I don't know him now either. Just by name."

Liz wouldn't look at Jane. She concentrated on the race track and watched silently as both the cars came to a halt.

The driver of the green one jumped out first, and immediately pulled off his helmet, looking up towards the stands. A second later, he caught sight of them, but gave no sign of recognition, except, maybe, for the obvious stare. And Liz had a pretty good idea about what he was staring at.

She turned her own gaze to the other car – a black vehicle with fiery red designs on the bonnet. The driver had just stepped out and as now taking off his helmet. Liz's hand flew to her mouth as she suppressed a gasp – she had just set her eyes on the most good-looking guy she'd ever come across. With sharp, aligned features; longish, wavy black hair; and the most perfect body ever, he presented a sight, in his casual clothing, she never wanted to take her eyes off. Moments later, she realized that both of them were coming back to the stands. She glanced towards her sister.

Jane was starting to move forward, so she followed her lead, careful to keep her shades on – so as to not make her ogling obvious.

"Hi." Charlie beamed at them, good-naturedly. His companion's face, on the other hand, was devoid of any expression.

"This is William Turner… a good friend of mine."

Jane smiled and replied, "Jane Bennet. And this is my… best friend. Elizabeth Swann."

Liz smiled and nodded at them, as Charlie's jaw dropped and Will's face assumed an expression of shock mixed with surprise and disbelief.

Liz sighed mentally. She had expected this.

Charlie spoke first. "Elizabeth Swann? From Infinity and Beyond ?"

Loud music blared through the hidden speakers, as the three of them sat at a table to the left of the dance floor; and a little too close to it, felt Liz.

The people were spilling over the dividing railing and slowly spreading out across the bar. As another popular song came on, more people streamed to the centre joining the vast number in shaking to the tune.

Liz turned to look as Charlie made their excuses, and set off for the dance floor with Jane.

They made a cute pair, she decided. Jane with her waist-length, wavy dark brown hair; misty blue eyes and slender figure, stood with her eyes level to Charlie's chin. Charlie with golden brown hair, dark brown eyes and not-so-bad body, was looking at Jane almost devotedly.

Definitely a cute pair.

Liz peered around the club, glad that no one was bothering her. And she thought she knew why. Look at it this way, if a celebrity moves from one place to another, they do it with some 15 bodyguards, in a black limo with tinted windows, an escort of 3 cars, plus police security. Not like Julia Roberts as Anna Scott in Notting Hill (which was why she didn't get mobbed as often in the movie). And having watched Notting Hill thrice, Liz had the method pat down.

The secret? Turn up in almost-regular clothes (since, if you're a celebrity, there are no chances that you own 'regular' clothes) and act like a normal person (which you have to practice for a while – since, seeing how you're a celebrity, you're obviously not a normal person) – mingle in the crowds, (pretend) not minding sweaty and grimy bodies being pushed against and into you, etc. No one will notice. It's a winning formula.

Liz finished her drink and looked up to see Charlie making his way towards her. "We're at the bar for the moment. Do you need a drink?" She smiled and gesturing to her previous one, replied, "If you don't mind."

He shook his head and took off. Charlie was a nice guy, as well as, an excellent racer. Always amiable and cheerful; ever-smiling; with easy manners and an affability which allowed him to mix with any and every one and made them comfortable in his presence, too.

Two minutes later, Liz heard familiar voices behind her; one was Charlie.

"What took you so long?"

"I don't know if you remember, but we have a race in 2 months." William Turner.

"Only 2 months?" Liz noted the sarcasm.

"Exactly my point." Despite herself, Liz grinned.

"Loosen up, Will. Have a drink. Or, better yet, get a partner and dance."

There was a pause, during which, Liz presumed, Will was taking in his surroundings.

"I'm sorry. I don't see anyone of interest. In fact," another pause, "you've got the only good-looking chick in this place."

"Eyes off her." Was the good-natured reply. "What about her friend? She's a looker, too."

Liz smiled.

A beat. Liz felt a pair of eyes on her.

"She's not worth the effort. I've got better things to do. I'll see you at home."

The smile slid off her face, as Liz's jaw fell open. She barely composed herself, as Charlie appeared with her drink. "Here you go."

"Thanks." She smiled.

Charlie stood for a moment, uneasily, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "About Will…"

Liz almost choked. They had known that she could hear them.

"I apologize on his behalf. He doesn't socialize much. Makes him appear proud."

That's one way to put it.

Liz was thinking of a suitable reply, when Jane appeared. "If you guys don't mind. I'm a little tired. Can we leave?"

Liz and Charlie both looked relieved, as Charlie replied gallantly, "Sure. I'll drop you both home."

"Actually my car's still at the arena."

"No problem. Let me just clear the bill." Charlie headed towards the bar; as Jane sat down at the table. She was literally glowing.

"What?" Liz knew Jane had something she dearly wanted to say, but wouldn't , unless asked.

Jane beamed as she replied, "Charlie asked me out tonight."

"That's great."

"Ready?" They looked up at Charlie, and nodded.

Liz was frowning at the ceiling, as she lay on Jane's bed. "What is his fucking problem?"

"No swearing, Liz." Jane was hunting frantically in her closet, and didn't look up as she replied, absentmindedly, "It's just a surprise for people, you know. And most of them can't take it too well. After all, it's not like mingle with famous celebrities everyday."

"But they're famous themselves."

"Not as famous as you. Where maybe 5 of the world has heard of them. At least 15 has heard you. Plus, Charlie really likes your songs.

"But what was it William Turner? He totally freaked out. 1 minute he's looking bored, and the next? He's pulling weird faces."

Jane laughed, as she climbed up from the floor with a dress in her hand. She headed to the bathroom, and her voice came out muffled when she spoke. "You're Elizabeth Swann!"

"So? Did you see Charlie's face contorting like that?"

"There were two things that struck him. One: you're you. And two…"

"Yeah...?"

"Well…um.."

"What?" Liz snapped.

Jane came out to see her sitting on the bed with her legs folded, knees drawn up to her face, chin resting on them, looking tense. Jane sat down beside her and said soothingly, "You know how people comment that your name is the same as the character portrayed by Keira Knightley in Pirates of the Caribbean?"

Liz nodded, her eyes wide; looking like she already knew what Jane was trying to say. Jane gulped before she continued, "And his name is William Turner. The same as the – " "The character opposite Swann," finished Liz, her head in her hands.

Jane moved as if to place her hand on Liz's shoulder, when Liz jerked up her head and said in a suspiciously calm voice, "Give me a paper and a pen."

She knew exactly what she wanted to do. And Jane knew better than to refute her.

20 minutes later, when Jane was ready, looking absolutely gorgeous in her turquoise blue dress, her hair pulled into a graceful knot at the back, with curls escaping from the sides and framing her face; she saw Liz waiting for her impatiently.

"Finally! You have to hear this." And not waiting for her reply, Liz started singing.

Fall back, take a look at me and you'll see
I'm for real, I feel what only I can feel
And if that don't appeal to ya, let me know
And I'll go, cause I flow better when my colors show

And that's the way it has to be, honestly
Cause creativity, could never bloom in my room
I'd throw it all away before I'd lie,
so don't call me with the compromise
Hang up the phone,
I got a back bone stronger than yours

La, la, la, la - la, la…
La, la, la, la - la, la…
La, la, la, la - la, la…

If you're trying to turn me, into someone else
It's easy to see, I'm not down with that
(I'm not nobody's fool) I'm not nobody's fool
If you're trying to turn me, into something else
I've seen it enough, and I'm over that
(I'm nobody's fool) I'm nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try - go ahead and try

Don't know, you think you know me like yourself
But I fear, that you're only telling me
What I wanna hear, but do you give a damn
Understand, that I can't, not be what I am

I'm not the milk, and Cheerios in your spoon
It's not a simple, here we go not so soon
I might have fallen for that, when I was 14, and a little more green
But it's amazing, what a couple of years can mean

La, la, la, la - la, la…
La, la, la, la - la, la…
La, la, la, la - la, la…

Go ahead and try
Try to look me in the eye
But you'll never see inside
Until you realise, realise, realise…
Thing are trying to settle down
Just trying to figure out
Exactly what I'm about
If it's with or without you
I don't need your doubt in me

La, la, la, la - la, la…
La, la, la, la - la, la…
La, la, la, la - la, la…
La, la, la, la - la, la…

La, la, la, la - la, la… (would you be laughing out loud)
La, la, la, la - la, la… (if I play it to my own crowd)
La, la, la, la - la, la…
Try...

When she looked up, she Jane's expression shocked her. Her sister looked like she was struggling to suppress a laugh.

"What's the matter? It's not that bad, is it?" Liz was really worried. And she had good reason be so. No one ever thought hr songs laughable. No one. And her was her own sister, making fun of her hard work.

Jane waved a hand, dismissing the idea. "No. It's just that…see…Ugh! All I'm saying is that it's not like you to feel such deep emotions for someone you've just met, someone you barely know."

"What the hell do you mean 'feel such deep emotions'? I never – "

"Look Liz," Jane grabbed her purse. "It's not a known fact, but you tend to base your songs on your emotions, on what you feel. I'm your sister. I should know." She lingered near the door as she glanced apprehensively at Liz. "Remember Breakaway? That's what you felt about being cooped up at our boarding school. It's not a bad thing. You've got a flair for expressing your emotions, writing songs and combining the two." She opened the door and said before leaving, "Charlie's rented this place – Netherfield. I might be late coming back. You can go home if you want. I'll call you, okay?"

As the door closed, Liz fell back onto the couch, her face wearing an expression that was pretty much unreadable. At a glance you couldn't tell how much Jane's little speech had bothered her. But it had, and Liz wasn't about to move from there for a long time.

A/N: Nobody's Fool is by Avril Lavigne.