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Pride and Prejudice: Abbreviated and Un-fabricated

Ah. For so long now I have merely called this chap "the meeting" and so you must also do so. Hah. Sucker.

By the time the plane finally hit the ground, only one of my ears had popped and the other was still clogged with nine-million tons of air pressure. This is a very odd sensation, for those that have never experienced it. I felt oddly lopsided and awkwardly bumped into the door of the plane while I tried to exit with my nine-billion ton bag.

The flight attendant who normally sits there and says friendly terms like "Have a nice day," or "Enjoy your stay," is actually not that nice. She laughed at me. Quite viciously which I find to be rather rude considering the rate in which the knot appeared on my forehead.

When the rude man I sat beside saw me, he started having conniptions. Conniptions of laughter.

Well I was quite mortified as I waddled out of the air tunnel, with my giant duffle bag weighing down one side of me and my ear making me quite distorted. The balance was completely thrown off and I was, unknowingly, walking quite an erratic path. I didn't even realize… until I walked into the wall.

Rude Man just laughed again.

I eventually stumbled out of the hallway, only managing to trip on the little silver slip of metal that connects the tunnel to the building and one of the flight attendants had to help me along because I was taking so long to navigate the straight walkway.

By the time I got out of the tunnel, the concourse was quite deserted, (I was glad- this meant I wouldn't have to face the rude man again.) except for one dark haired man that stood waiting, patiently tapping his foot against the floor and seeming quite bored.

"Is someone picking you up ma'am?" the flight attendant asked me sweetly. Obviously, it wasn't the same attendant that had laughed at me when I hit my head- I'd kicked her in the shins when she tried to help me… she was still being "attended to" by the pilot. Hah. A flight attendant being attended to. Irony.

I turned lazily to her as she held me up on my wobbly legs. "Yes that contemptuous man over there," I replied, pointing to Danny. I had tried to say "contemptuous" but it came out more like "carnival circus," and I was meaning to point to the foot-tapping Danny, but I missed and was pointing at a hefty lady sleeping on her pile of luggage. Oh well, she obviously got the memo and led me to Danny.

As soon as Danny saw me his eyes lit up, but he tried to remain passive.

"Does she belong to you sir?" the flight attendant asked Danny.

"Unfortunately," Danny drawled. The attendant passed me over to him and Danny tried to hold me upright as my wobbly knees gave out and I barreled into him with my giant duffle bag. "I asked for assistance and Adam sends me you. Why does he hate me?" Danny asked, although I don't believe he was talking to me and the flight attendant had already left, so I can only assume he was talking to himself.

Hah. Danny Dardy talks to himself! Miranda would like to know that. I don't know why though…

"C'mon Carly," he said slowly as he took my suitcase from me and began to drag me off toward the exit. Silly Danny tried his hardest to lead me through the confusing French airport, with people shouting gibberish at us wherever we went. He looked particularly exhausted. I noticed this as we rode down those silly moving stairs. I noticed this to such an extent that I completely forgot I was on moving stairs, and the moment I remembered that I liked Danny Dardy I let go of him and stepped away causing me to topple, once again, and fall down. Oh those stairs are tricky! When you fall down them it quite hurts. Lucky for me, I was close to the bottom and only fell about half a foot.

I was lying on the floor laughing when Danny gently picked me up and carried me over to a nearby bench. "Carly, did you have anything to drink on that airplane?" he asked slowly, rolling up my jeans to examine the gash I'd gotten right there on my wobbly knee.

I shook my head. "Of course not Danny!" I giggled. "I only had Gin-N-Tonics and maybe a witty-bitty pill to calm my nerves." I held up my fingers to indicate just how little this pill was.

Danny's eyebrows shot up. He seemed oddly unimpressed by the amazingly miniscule pill. "You mixed alcohol and medications? Why?"

"Because I was nervous," I said as if it made perfect sense. I hadn't intended on mixing thingys. The pill was just so cute that I had to take it.

"About coming to France?" Danny asked as he rifled through his pockets and pulled out a band-aid. That was weird. Who keeps band-aids handy?

"No," I replied groggily as if he shouldn't feel so honored about my nerves being even in the same realm as thoughts of him. "About seeing you." I hadn't intended to say that. In fact, it was about five minutes until I even realized that I did.

Danny smiled, just slightly, but, still, it was more than he seemed to have smiled in weeks. "Oh Carly. What am I going to do with you?"

I shrugged and smiled. I didn't know what Danny wanted me to do. In fact I hardly cared, because I like him and that's a scary enough idea that I just wanted to forget about it. I kicked Danny off my bench and lay down. "I don't care what you do," I sighed closing my eyes. "I'm going to take a nap and forget that I ever liked Danny Dardy."