A/N: Before I say hi, I just want to say that I AM SO, SO SORRY that I have taken so long! So... Hi! Here I am- finally- AGAIN. So, if you don't remember (I don't blame you if you don't), Darcy and Ella had a 'moment' in the forest after Ella had sprained her ankle. However, Ella ruined that moment by running away from Darcy (or her feelings, take your pick) and back to the Castle of Doom. THIS CHAPTER US ESPECIALLY FOR A GIRL FROM THE NOVELS~ WHO'S A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND :D
I wriggled my toes in the thick, warm carpet as I entered my room, my HUGE, LUXURIOUS room with that gigantic springy bed that was perfect for jumping on, but never poked you in your back. Don't get me wrong, I still felt a simmering irritation towards Darcy for being so... so... well, Darcy. The thing with Darcy was that, however irritating or cantankerous he was, he was still more interesting than anybody else I had met. Maybe he was more interesting because I just couldn't figure him out, but I wouldn't give up. Oooh no.
An updated list on his character found that he was: cantankerous, moody, confused, just a little depressed (but in a grumpy way that sapped all sympathy away from you) and maybe, just a little bit funny.
I winced at having to admit that there was a positive note about his character. Sighing, I slumped my shoulders as I dropped onto my bed. Right now, a good caramelatte and Les Misérables sounded good... A definite plus would be getting away from this dower house.
No-one would miss me, apart from Lady Catherine De Bleugh, but she wouldn't care... After all, I am just another conniving gold-digger, aren't I? Well, she can have Darcy and Holmes to herself and her crabby daughter for the night.
A knock on my door made me jump up, my eyes snapping open, "YES?" I yelled, my ninja fairy ballerina senses were tingling- it must be someone I didn't like. Which was almost everyone in the Castle of Doom at that moment. A sour voice that rang with disdain answered me, "Miss Bennet," It said and I determined that it was that butler with the beady eyes, "It is..." I began to worry that I was wrong and that it was actually the forerunner of the apocalypse, "Time to dine," I breathed a sigh of relief, "You will be expected attend in an evening gown." He finished as I punched my goose feather pillow so hard that my hand actually shot through the soft cushion. My eyes widened as feather shot into the air, floating down gracefully- EVERYWHERE.
"Uh, okay, I'll be down in a sec!" I called, not taking my eyes off the snowy white mess. I wouldn't be going to that dinner anyway and I guess that I wouldn't be having that caramelatte or my book either. I knelt down and started picking feathers out of the carpet, sighing. It'd be a loooong time until I was finished.
Eventually, all the feathers were collected, I had no doubt that they would be at least halfway through their dinner already and would probably not fetch me from my room. Still, I couldn't walk out the front door without them seeing me, because I had to pass right in front of the dining hall. In other words, I'd be busted. Darting across my room to my window, I looked down the three stories that I was about to climb down. It didn't seem terribly hard, there was even a balcony halfway down the sandstone building. Laughing insanely to myself, I hooked my fingers underneath the lib of the window and pulled it up, sliding my legs through until they dangled over the edge.
It looked like a far longer distance now than it had inside.
Leaning back, I grabbed my satchel with my precious books, notepad and pen in and gently slipped off the sill, gripping it tightly. If this went wrong, Lady C could possibly have a funeral to plan.
Luckily, my legs were on the longer side and just reached the top of the next window. I spread my arms and my fingers found a climbing plant to hold onto as I jumped down onto the balcony.
Fist-pumping the air, I did a little victory dance- hey, it's not everyday I get to to a stunt from Bourne. Before I froze. Darcy was in the room I had just jumped in front of.
And. He. Was. Only. In. His. Gown.
Small mercies, huh?
My legs hit the back of the balcony and sent me flying off the edge of the small balcony. I didn't even have time to scream before I was caught. It was actually when I was caught, that I screamed. Darcy had caught me by my injured ankle. On purpose, I was guessing. I was swiftly yanked up, until I was dumped on the balcony.
I glared up at Darcy who was looking down at me, his expression hinting at amusement at my obvious pain and anger, "Are you alright?" He said, bending down to my level, "You know, you always seem to hurting yourself around me."
My glare suddenly turned into a death glare, "What are you trying to say, cupcake?" I hissed, getting slowly and painfully to my feet, shaking off his proffered hand. He smirked at me, "You're trying to attract attention to yourself by doing stupid things, like that boy band- One Direction."
"Are you really that dumb as to think that I would hurt myself in order to attract attention?" I said, climbing onto the balcony again. Darcy nodded, "It isn't uncommon."
I curled my hand into a fist, "Darcy." He ignored me, "I'm serious- you've broken your toe, almost drowned, sprained your ankle and fallen off a balcony. Doesn't that sound a little attention-seeking?" He asked me, quirking one dark eyebrow, his mouth turning up at the side into a smirk.
That was it, I had just had enough of him and his cronies. My curled fist collided with his jaw.
Hard.
As he yelled out in surprise, clutching his jaw, I leapt off the balcony that was still two stories high. I landed on my feet and judo-rolled to the side like I'd seen a stunt guy do in a program. It hurt my ankle pretty bad, but it'd be more painful to endure more 'company' if I'd stayed in this dungeon. Getting to my feet quickly, I down the driveway, only glancing back once to see Darcy's flushed face looking at me from the balcony in bewilderment.
That's right, sweetie, I'm not a doormat.
It was quite a journey on foot to get to town, Lady C didn't want any 'riff-raff' around her house, who knows what she might catch from them! I rolled my eyes, what kind of reality did these people live in? I sighed, you couldn't even see any signs of life for miles around (apart from the sheep and I guess you could count the plants as living things, but you get the idea), how long would it take me to get to the nearest town or village? Then I heard it. It was kinda unrealistic, hearing the ice cream truck tinkly tune out here where there was no one to sell any to. Apart from me, of course.
Then I had an amazing idea. I had hitch-hiked before I was famous and it had taken ages to get a ride, but I had. Now that I was famous, I imagine it wouldn't be too difficult to get a ride. So I stuck my thumb out, confident of my ride until it screeched to a halt centimetres in front of me. Great. Then I suddenly thought, what if this was a psycho-maniac who kidnapped and murdered people? What if I was naive and just climbed in a done-up white van?
WONDER IF IT WAS AN ALIEN WHO WANTED TO EXPERIMENT ON MY BRAINS?
These thoughts stopped as soon as the window rolled down.
It was even worse than I had imagined. It was...
Justin Bieber.
He had a crazed grin on his face as he waved excitedly at me, "W.I.L.D, where HAVE you been? I been looking all over for you, gurrrl! My DARLING agent, LADY Catherine De Bourgh, told me that you had unkindly deserted her to go somewhere, so I thought and remembered that there was only ONE road to town! And I found you HERE! Wasn't that a CLEVER idea?" I was about to remind him that Wilde ended with an 'e', but Lady C's name stopped me cold in my tracks, "Lady Catherine's your agent? I never knew she had a job."
I rolled my eyes and hopped in, since I couldn't feel my foot anymore.
Justin slid his new album into the CD player and turned the volume up, singing along to it as he were the sexiest thing alive. It wasn't very pleasant.
He turned to me, his brown eyes wide, "Yo, Wilde, you should sing with me- you know the lyrics! We could do a duet in my concert next week!" He said, slamming his foot even harder on the gas. I shrieked and closed my eyes, covering my face with my hands, "BIEBER, I THINK YOU'RE SPEEDING SLIGHTLY."
"IF I WAS YOUR GIRLFRIEND-" He broke off, frowning, then his face lit up again, "BOYYYYFRIEND, I MEAN. I'D NEVER LET YOU GO OUT. I MEAN, GO."
I sat there, fuming, while he jumped up and down in his seat, trying to get the lyrics to his own song right.
"I COULD BE YOUR BUZZLIGHTYEAR." He turned to me, his cap lopsided, "Toy Story was one of the best movies ever made and I felt like I should, y'know, say thank you to them for making it. That's how Buzz, he's my favourite by the way, ended up in this song and now Toy Story is even more famous because of me!" We hurtled on two wheels around a corner, as he carried on singing, bopping the horn along with the beat.
Suddenly, the van halted, the plastic ice-cream on top of the truck carried on moving and landed with a dull thud on the road in front of us. Justin was smiling and waving to his stunned fangirls, completely oblivious to the damage to his truck.
I looked outside and noticed that we were outside none other than, "The Agency Belonging to Lady Catherine Du Bourgh". My eyes widened and I hopped out quickly, praying that Justin didn't notice, but he was still busy waving and blowing kisses to his now screaming fans.
A/N: I thought it's high-time for a bit of Darcy's POV. ;D Enjoy~
Setting his new Ray-Bans astride his thick dark hair, Darcy took a long sip from his Espresso, watching the traffic shoot past. He'd had a rough night, not being able to sleep at all. It was that darned girl. She was always in the back of his mind, teasing him with her sparkling hazel eyes that always seemed to be hiding a deep passion for life. She shouldn't be distracting him, he knew far better looking girls than her- he stopped himself. No, he didn't know any girl prettier than one Ella Bennet and that was the truth of it. Sucking in a breath at the realization, he leant back in the chair before he glanced outside at the noise of squealing tires on tarmac.
There she was.
His brilliant blue eyes narrowed slightly, maybe it was because he had thought too much about her- no, she was actually there. No one else had that perfectly sun-kissed skin, those adorable freckles and, of course, those fiercely intelligent eyes. He tried to convince himself to ignore her, to just let her carry on by, not looking at him once. He shouldn't like her, she had even punched him earlier. But that made him love her even more.
Wait.
What?
Darcy rubbed his jaw, his prickly 5 o'clock shadow scratching his skin lightly. He couldn't love Ella. Then why could you not sleep last night? He scowled, he didn't love her, he didn't.
As she entered, he caught his breath. She was even more beautiful than she had been this morning, if that were possible. He turned away, rubbing his eyes and frowning.
He had a big problem on his hands.
He had completely and utterly fallen for none other than beautiful, intelligent and fiery Elizabeth Bennet.
A/N: Hope you enjoy it! I'm sorry that it took so lawng -.-*** And before you ask, yes, Ella is short for Elizabeth ;) Although, it can be a nickname! :P
PLEASE REVIEW. That's one of the reasons why this chapter took so long~ I had no inspiration! D'': THANK YOUUUUU :D
