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However, I have no idea when I'll be able to get it done. I'll probably work next weekend, but a lot of big things are coming up. I start rehearsals for dance this week, plus I have SOLs and final exams. But don't worry! I'll try to get as much typing done as possible. I've got so many ideas rolling around in my head it's a little crazy, but I'll try to get them all done. (Stupid plot bunnies won't leave me alone.)

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Conceit and Contemptousness

Chapter Two

John became enamored of Carly. It was a good thing that he was in good graces with Spencer, so he was often invited over for spaghetti tacos and whatnot. Mom absolutely adored it. It seemed John was finally close to marriage. I was happy for him, but I knew once he was gone, Mother would start on me. I was definitely not ready for that.

One day John fell down the stairs in the Bingley's apartment and sprained his ankle. The Doctor ordered that he not be moved from the guest bedroom lest anything worsen. (I bet my mother was bribing him. She never looked so happy in all her life!)

My mom sent me over, but before I went I took a long walk in the park to calm my nerves. There was still a little mud on my shoes, but I didn't care. Mother had sent me to make sure John was okay, and by golly, I was going to.

I knocked on the door, and a butler opened it. I didn't know the Bingleys were that rich and was quite surprised to see him there.

"I'm here to see my brother, Mr. Bennet." I stated.

"Ah," He said, and turned to the couch on which Miss Darcy sat, feet on the table, reading The Penny Treasure. "Miss Darcy. A Mr. Bennet here to see his brother."

She stood up in the blink of an eye and said, "He's upstairs." I walked to the elevator and saw Spencer sitting in the kitchen. I pushed the button and the doors opened.

I pushed the button to close the door and as the doors closed I heard Mr. Bingley whisper, "Did you see the mud on his shoes? And he didn't have socks with light up pineapples!" I thought that was a tad bit strange.

"I didn't notice," Sam replied. She said something more, but then the door closed and the elevator rose. At the top the door flew up and revealed an oddly decorated loft. There was John sitting on the bed.

"Hi John." I asked. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. The doctor says I can be moved in a couple of days. Carly takes really good care of me." I raised my eyebrows at this. Something was obviously going on.

The elevator pinged again, this time revealing a smiling Miss Bingley.

"Thanks for taking such good care of my brother." I said.

"It's a pleasure to have him here," Miss Bingley started, then realizing how that sounded, said, "I mean, it's not good that he sprained his ankles, but it's good that he's here. Oh, you know what I mean!" She seemed a little flustered.

"Anyways," she continued, "Your brother was telling me how good you are with technology, so I was wondering if you could both be tech producers for our webshow?"

"You have a webshow?" I asked.

"Well, not yet. But we will. Sam and I can come up with the comedy and you guys can do what you do best. Please?" She looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Please Freddie," John asked.

"Okay, fine. When should I come over tomorrow?" I inquired.

"How about three?" Miss Bingley suggested.

"Sounds good," I replied. "See you guys tomorrow." I left John and Miss Bingley to their chattering and stepped back into the elevator. When the door lifted to their living room the aroma of ham wafted to my nose. I turned my head to the pleasant smell and found that Miss Darcy had a plate heaped as high as it could go.

"So, you like ham?" I asked.

"Mama loves herself some ham." She replied, not bothering to turn around. I walked around and sat next to her on the oddly colored couch.

She turned around and saw me. Her eyes went wide and she ordered, "Get your own ham!"

"Okay, okay!" I answered, a bit startled by this possesiveness. I got up off the couch and said, "Good Day. Miss Darcy, Mr. Bingley." And I walked out.

Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.