Hellloooo readers! *Waves* First off, for those of you who reviewed THANK YOU! You're amazing. And all those who added my story to favourites, you're great. I've decided to turn this into a series of one-shots, so here is the second installment! It takes place at a ball- don't ask me which, I don't know.- and our favourite couple realize they're in love with each other. And in the book, there is no Mr Benson. I made him up. And I don't own Pride and Prejudice! If I did, I would have focused a whole lot more on Jane and Charles.

Mr Charles Bingley was confused.

He had never felt this way before. When Miss Jane Bennet was in his vicinity, he had the strongest urge to cross the room and speak with her, just for the sake of hearing her voice, and in the hopes of raising her like of him. When he saw her dancing with another gentleman, his stomach twisted and he realized he felt more than a little jealous.

Jealousy was a new emotion to Mr Bingley. He had grown up with money, and though it had not in any way formed him to be vain, it gave him the comfort of never being jealous of someone having more than him. He never, ever felt any sort of resentment towards Darcy for having twice as much as he; no, how could he ever feel like that about his best friend?

Jealousy was not a feeling that sat easily with Mr Bingley. His friendly, open nature had simply never allowed him to be jealous before. It was a strange feeling, and he instantly decided that he would have done with it immediately. He would no longer care so much for Miss Jane Bennet.

But he couldn't help it.

Could I, he supposed to himself, be in love? For some reason, the idea was not unwelcome to him.

And there she was.

The candle light made her look exceptionally beautiful. It reflected off her golden hair, and made fleeting shadows and warm light flit across her face in a most becoming way. Mr Bingley couldn't help but stare at her- she was most definitely the handsomest, sweetest, kindest woman he had ever met.

` As if sensing his stare, Miss Bennet turned her head and for a second they made eye contact. Then the both of them blushed, and she was the one who looked away first, for her shy nature intervened.

And it was in that moment that he realized that he, Mr Charles Bingley, was deeply and utterly in love with the captivating Miss Jane Bennet.

Miss Jane Bennet was confused.

Why do I feel like this? She thought to herself. Never before had she been so… what was the word for it? Happy? No, she was always happy. Carefree? No, she had been carefree many times. What was it that made her feel this… this amazing way, this way that made her dance and twirl around Longbourn, humming to herself?

And why did her heart burst at even the thought of Mr Bingley?

Stop thinking about him! She ordered herself.

But she didn't want to.

At that moment she had the most peculiar sensation that she was being watched. She tried to ignore it for a few seconds, certain she was imagining things. But then she couldn't resist any longer and turned her head. Imagine her surprise when she saw that it was Mr Bingley watching her!

If her heart burst at the thought of him, seeing him look at her made her head spin. How could one man affect her so?

He was standing across the room, with Mr. Darcy and his sisters. His sisters were such elegant creatures, nothing but polite manners and excellent company. Of course, Lizzie didn't agree, but Jane was sure that in time she would come around.

Their eyes met, and for a second she was lost in his gray-blue eyes. They were always so cheerful, and seemed to speak to her of sunny days and warm laughs with friends…

Then her modest nature intervened, and she looked away, blushing. But in that moment she had realized something.

She, Miss Jane Bennet, would forever be in love with the warm, caring Mr Charles Bingley.

This will not stand. Mr Bingley decided. He was in love –what a thrill it was to think it! - with Miss Jane Bennet, and he was going to be her next dance partner if it killed him. The trouble was, another young man, an irksome Mr Benson was thinking the same thing.

And he kept beating Bingley to her.

The dance ended, and the couples bowed to each other as the music faded. Miss Bennet curtsied to Mr Benson and made her way away. Determined, Bingley set out for her before the other man could.

"Miss Bennet!" He cried- perhaps a bit too loudly. Heads turned to stare at him as he made his way towards her. Jane cut around several couples and was finally standing in front of him.

"Miss Bennet, I…" Words suddenly failed him as he stared at her. Why had he come over here again? Blast it all! "I…" Pull yourself together man! With a rush, he came back to himself. "I was hoping you would do me the honour of being my partner for the next dance." Was that the right tone? Too demanding, perhaps? Oh blast, blast, blast!

But she nodded, and was he imagining it or was she… beaming? His heart swelled. "I would love to, Mr Bingley."

Mr Bingley lightly took her elbow, and felt a shock run through him at the contact. He led her to the dance floor, where they took their places. The violins began, and they bowed, approached, and began the dance.

Looking back, Mr Bingley couldn't tell you one thing about their dance, except that throughout it, he was perfectly, blissfully content.

And he decided at the end of it, he decided that someday, someday soon, he would ask Miss Jane Bennet to marry him.

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