The Love of the Game by IntuitiveIntelligence.
A/N: Here you go, yet another chapter. And a 14 page one at that! A lot happens in it, I was debating on making it two chapters but then I decided to just make it one behemoth of a chapter. Enjoy it and review at the end to make the author happy!
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"Come on now Lizzy, it can't be all that bad." Charlotte's soothing voice came over Elizabeth's phone.
"Oh but it is, Char. How am I going to break this story if the insufferable man won't let me get anywhere near him? And he's so insulting and so condescending…..and arrrrrrgh." Lizzy smacked the steering wheel hard causing momentary pain in her right hand.
She was driving down into town to her Aunt Phillipa's hair salon at her mother's request. Apparently Phillipa had something of her mother's and it was extremely urgent that she have it right this instant. When Lizzy Bennet had become personal courier to her mother, she'd never know.
"Charlotte, he's horrid. I'm never going to get this article done on time, and did I mention how he insulted my legs? My legs!? These puppies never fail to bring a man to his knees Charlotte, and he said they aren't worth looking at. I can't stand him!" Lizzy continued to rant.
"Let me guess he's the first man to get your knickers in a twist in a really long time and you've no idea of how to handle it?"
Lizzy could almost feel Charlotte smirking on the other end of the line. Glaring at the road ahead she tightened her grip on the steering wheel and adjusted her posture.
"He has no affect on my knickers what so ever Charlotte Lucas, don't you think for one second that he does. In fact I'd be happy to never see him again in my life had Mr. Kirkland not assigned me this stupid article…"
"But Lizzy, Kirkland didn't assign you to write on Darcy did he now? No you chose to write about him all by yourself. So you are the only one keeping yourself tied to this story."
"…Its too late to change it now Charlotte, I've already invested lots of man hours."
"—woman hours"
"Whatever… the point being is that I'm stuck with him as the subject for my expose and I am royally screwed. I wish you were here to give me a hand. Anyway, I need to pop into my Aunt's shop, so I'll see you later for lunch."
"Yes I'll be there… and Lizzy, try for my sake to make nice with the man. He may be a miserable sort, but after all he's your ticket out of sport journalism."
Lizzy clicked her phone shut as she pulled into the small parking lot to the side of the old brick building. Her Aunt Phillipa was the town gossip and the local beautician. She knew everything about everyone and anyone often before the subject of the gossip knew themselves.
The jingling of the bells on the door announced Lizzy's arrival at the shop. A few younger girls were waiting under the driers magazines in hand and glanced up at her entrance. Adjusting her purse on her shoulder Lizzy looked around for her Aunt and finally spied the back of her hunched over a desk in the office.
Clearing her throat she sidestepped a working hairdresser and knocked on the office door. Phillipa's bright blonde head popped up instantly from her work and she gave a squeal of delight at seeing Lizzy.
"Oh, sweetie, do come here and give your Aunt a hug."
Lizzy didn't want to move, but before she knew it Phillipa had her arms around her and was cutting off her oxygen supply. Then she felt the thing she dreaded most. Her Aunt had worked her dark brown curly hair out of the bun she had put it in and was running her hands through it in a maniacal manner.
"Lizzy you always have so much potential for this hair of yours, if you would just let me cut it, I could give you the best style ever…"
Lizzy pulled back suddenly with fear in her eyes. She had no intention of ever allowing her Aunt to style her hair. She had seen the havoc that it could wreak, and in all honestly, she was 99.9 certain that Phillipa would attempt to make her a bottle blonde.
"No thank you Aunt, I just had my hair done in London."
Phillipa glared at her, her hackles rising at Lizzy's statement.
"Everytime you come in here, you say you just had your hair done in London. As if what, my salon isn't good enough? Your mother is right about you, thinking that you're better than everyone else. Well let me tell you Elizabeth Bennet, that I may not be the poshest salon around but I damn well am the best."
Breathe. In and Out. That was all Elizabeth could do to keep from screaming at her Aunt's behavior. The woman was as horrid as her mother ever was except she couldn't tolerate it as well since underneath it all Phillipa harboured no true love for Lizzy. At least she knew beneath the snide comments her mother actually cared.
"Speaking of my dear ole mum… she sent me over here to pick up something for her."
Phillipa's temper dissolved instantly and she calmly walked behind her desk and pulled open one of the drawers before placing a small wrapped box on the surface. Lizzy wondered what was in it that was so important that her mother had to have it immediately.
"Well, as pleasant as this has been, I'm going to head back home now."
"Oh Lizzy dear, before you leave. Is it true that you have your sight set on William Darcy?"
"…Excuse me?!?"
"Your mother said that you spent quite a deal of time at Netherfield recently.."
"Because Jane got hurt and couldn't leave!"
"Hmm… well… tell your mother to call me." Phillipa stuck her nose in the air and went back to the front where she began to converse with a client who just entered.
Tucking the small box into her purse, Lizzy made her way out onto the sidewalk. It was a sunny and beautiful day with no inclination as to the storm that had occurred only a few days prior. She shut her eyes momentarily with the intention of letting the sun warm her lids but when she did she kept seeing William Darcy of all people staring back at her. Her eyes snapped open in a flash.
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William Darcy lied out the grass at Netherfield his legs extended before him as he stretched his muscles. Staring down at his soccer shorts and boots he set his jaw in a determined line. He was going to finish his work out today without having to stop because his back was hurting him.
Dropping back down he began to furiously do sit-ups when Charles Bingley came upon him. Charlie looked down at his friend and knew that he was going to burn himself out if he kept on as he did. Shielding his eyes from the sun with a slender pale hand he called out, "Darcy if you don't slow down you are going to collapse."
Stopping momentarily, Darcy sat up his eyes narrowing at his best friend. William Darcy was a stubborn man and nothing could deter him once his goal had been set.
"I have it under control Charlie."
"What's with the urge to push yourself so soon? Just the other day you were agreeing with the need to pace yourself…"
Will resumed his fast pace of sit-ups and didn't give Charlie any response. As he felt his abdominal muscles begin to strain, he shut his eyes clenching his teeth as he worked through the pain. The thing that bothered him the most was that he knew the reason why he longed to get better so fast, and it wasn't the love of the game.
Charlie realized that Will officially closed the subject, and decided to switch to a topic that had filled his mind for the past week: Jane Bennet.
"I think she's perfect."
"You think who's perfect, Bingly?" Darcy ground out.
"Jane of course. Who else would I be talking about?" Charlie settled himself on to the ground balancing his elbows on his knees as he stared out at the grounds of Netherfield.
"She is pretty and well mannered I suppose."
"She is far more than that Darcy I assure you. I've never quite met anyone like her before, I think she could be the one."
Will had to fight against the urge to laugh. He had heard many times over the years that he had known Charles for Charles to call every pretty girl he met 'the one.' After a while he became like the boy who cried wolf except he was the boy who cried love. Will's perception therefore of Charles' attachment to Jane Bennet was skewed.
"Well I must be off, Caroline and I are going to have lunch with Jane and some of her friends. Would you like to join us?"
Nothing about eating a meal with Caroline and the flighty friends Jane Bennet was sure to have sounded appealing to Darcy. No a quiet afternoon exercising and tending to the business affairs of Pemberley were all that he saw in his future.
"No thank you… I cannot afford any distractions right now."
"Alright, I'll give my regards to Jane and Lizzy then."
Darcy's ears perked at the mention of Elizabeth. He wanted to see her more than anything, especially after the parting note she left him with. His brain believed that if he saw her again, he could solidify the faults which would render him imperfect to him. Little did he know, the more he saw Elizabeth Bennet the more he'd fall under her spell.
"On second thought, I am hungrier than I thought."
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Jane paced her room staring at the two outfits on her bed unable to choose one for the luncheon that afternoon. She wanted to look pretty for Charlie, but at the same time she didn't want to look like she was overly vying for his attention. The little white dress with a blue floral pattern was both feminine and pretty, but it could be considered too dressy for a simple lunch amongst friends. But on the other hand the jeans with the 40's throwback top might be too relaxed and casual.
When Lizzy popped her head into her sister's room she immediately felt sympathy for Jane's inner turmoil. It was almost adorable to see Jane so nervous over seeing Charlie. Deciding to end her sister's misery Lizzy picked up the white floral dress and handed it to Jane.
"Really? It isn't too much?" Jane said quickly.
"It will look lovely on you Jane, just like everything else in this world. Now hurry up and change or we'll be late."
"But you aren't even dressed yet!"
"Yes I am…" Lizzy drawled out lazily before lying back on Jane's bed.
Lizzy was wearing a pair of rundown jeans and a t-shirt. It was evident that she had just thrown on the first thing she found on her floor. Smirking she looked up at the panic on Jane's face.
"Oh don't worry… I'll go change. But you missy are wearing that dress, and leave your hair down."
Shuffling back down the hall to her own bedroom Lizzy began to sort through the clothes that she had brought with her. Most were chosen for comfort, with a few choice business appropriate pieces for conducting formal interviews. 'If I ever am able to do a formal interview.' She thought to herself.
After narrowing down her limited options Lizzy settled on a little eggplant coloured halter dress that fell just below her knees. As her hair was refusing to cooperate it found its way into a messy but elegant bun. A bit of gloss and mascara finished off her look and with a smile and bounce in her step she headed out to meet Jane.
The restaurant they had chosen was a small bistro with a patio that overlooked the local park. Jane was so nervous the entire car ride over that Lizzy was sure she might hyperventilate.
"It will be fine Jane, Charlie adores you. Besides me, Charlotte and Donolley will be there to fend off the walking toothpick."
"She isn't a walking toothpick, Lizzy." Jane chided as her sister parked the car.
"You're right, I'm insulting the intelligence of toothpicks everywhere."
"Just hush! Lets go find Donolley and Char and get a table before Charlie and his sister get here."
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When Charles Bingley arrived at the small parking lot for Magnolia's Bistro he thought it to be a quaint sort of place with a charm all its own. His sister Caroline thought it was a pathetic excuse for a restaurant and wondered why she even bothered coming at all. And William Darcy had no opinion of the place, his mind was otherwise occupied with the magnetic sound of a woman's laughter coming from around the side of the building.
"Jane said that they were going to get one of the tables overlooking the park and that we should just join them when we arrived." Charlie explained nervously straightening the hem of his light blue polo shirt.
"Goody…" Caroline said under her breath as she sidled up alongside Darcy.
"I think we should stick together, who knows what these friends of Jane's are like." She continued as she latched herself on to his arm.
Too polite to shrug her off Darcy walked round the corner following Charles' shock of red hair. Spread out in front of him was a patio littered with wrought iron tables and chairs. A few younger couples were spread out amongst them, but the main source of noise came from a large table in the center of the patio. He immediately picked out the fair blonde head of Jane Bennet next to her was a plainer looking woman he had never seen before. To the left of the brunette was a tall man reclining back slightly in his seat with one arm draped casually over the chair to his left where a petite woman with dark hair and the most enchanting laugh sat.
He knew instantly that this was Elizabeth Bennet. He also knew instantly that he was enamoured with the amount of fair skin that her dress revealed of her back. And he knew that he wanted to rip off the arm of the man sitting with them and feed it to a shark. He straightened his face into a well practiced mask of indifference and continued his way over to them.
"Oh wonderful you're here…" Jane said as soon she saw Charlie coming towards them.
They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before Charlie gave Jane a hug and a peck on the cheek which sent the blonde's cheeks into a fierce blush. Clearing her throat she smiled widely and set about introducing the group.
"Charlie, this is Charlotte who works with Lizzy in London but grew up here. That gentleman over there is Brian Donolley who is the keeper for Watford, and of course you know my sister Lizzy. Brian and Charlotte meet Charlie, Will and Caroline."
After the awkward introductions were made Charlie took a seat next to Jane, Caroline squeezed herself between her brother and Will and Will took the seat next to Elizabeth Bennet.
"Charlie and Will, I need another guys opinion on this matter, since I'm surrounded by females…"
"Alright then, what are we discussing?" Charlie said with a grin.
"Miss Elizabeth in all her cheekiness here, claims that women don't like receiving poetry. I however in my experience have always found that poetry works wonders in getting into a woman's heart…"
"—pants is more like it." Lizzy quipped.
"Well they all go willingly… at any rate, are we pro-poetry or anti-poetry?"
"I think that poetry is a perfectly acceptable way to express one's feelings. I myself am not an excellent writer, my thoughts are too jumbled and come out as I think them. But if it is your cup of tea I suppose then why not?" Charlie responded while looking directly at Jane.
"Charlie that's just it, words can be so easily manipulated. Its easy to write whatever you want without true indication of feeling. Actions speak louder than words, so when a relationship is reduced to sending poetry it falls flat on its face." Lizzy argued.
Caroline huffed and took a long drawn out sip of her sparkling water.
"Oh and you can't possibly be moved by poetry Elizabeth?" Darcy countered.
Everyone was slightly surprised to hear Darcy's voice join into the throng since he had been mute since their arrival. Turning her head, Lizzy looked directly into his questioning blue eyes.
"I think that poetry could kill a relationship stone dead."
"Even the Bard?" Darcy offered.
Elizabeth thought back to Darcy's calm and almost sensual tone as he recited the sonnet in the library at Netherfield and shivered. Shaking off those thoughts she continued her verbal sparring match.
"Even the Bard. Sure if you have been in a relationship for a long time and the foundation is already there, then poetry is alright. But in my opinion there are much better ways to encourage affection."
"Oh and what ever might that be?"
Everyone at the table kept watching the words being tossed back and forth with great interest. Charlotte was hoping that Lizzy wouldn't alienate Darcy so she could get her article done. Caroline was seething because Elizabeth had captured William's attention. And Brian grinned like a Cheshire cat when he saw the opportunity to ruffle the feathers of the infamous Will Darcy.
"Ah, that I can answer. Lizzy here loves to dance…" Brian said sitting up with a smirk in Darcy's direction.
"Yes, even if one's partner is barely tolerable and has nothing special about them."
This last comment effectively silenced Darcy for the moment and he went back to staring intently at the menu before him. The waitress returned for their order and when everyone had dictated their preferred meal to her, she collected their menus and left.
"So, Charlotte what is it that you do?" Caroline asked as she stared at the homely woman across the table.
"I'm a photographer. Currently I work in photo-journalism but I used to work for National Geographic."
"Oh… pity. I guess not everyone in this world can photograph for Vogue magazine though."
"No, and thankfully I have no desire ever to."
"Why ever not? Who doesn't want to photograph the season's hottest fashions and celebrities?"
"I've found in my experience to find sharks more cooperative than models with a diva complex. Besides its so much more rewarding to do something intellectually than superficially don't you think?" Charlotte said calmly.
Caroline opened and shut her mouth akin to a fish. She had been insulted by this woman who was no one in society and the rest of the party did nothing to defend her. It was an outrage!
"Here's to intellectual women." Lizzy said raising her glass in toast.
"To intellectual women." Jane, Charlie, Charlotte, Brian and Lizzy all toasted.
Darcy said nothing and made no move to touch his glass and neither did Caroline. Caroline took this as a sign that he was supporting her and it made her fancy Will Darcy all the more.
"What's the matter Darcy, do you prefer your women to have the IQ of a toothpick?" Brian asked with a raised eyebrow in Caroline's direction.
Lizzy and Charlotte had to try hard to cover their laughter while Jane frowned disapprovingly. Charlie had absolutely no idea of what just occurred, only that Jane's golden blonde hair captured the sunlight extraordinarily well.
"I prefer women who are accomplished."
"And what exactly do you mean by accomplished?" Jane asked gently.
"An accomplished woman is a woman of a certain standing with well developed social grace, who can speak several languages and speak on many subjects and is able to boast of having skill in the arts. There is also a femininity to her and a certain degree of grace..." Caroline said sitting up straight and puffing out her emaciated chest.
"So you mean a trophy wife?"
Charlotte snorted into her cocktail.
"What Caroline neglects is that an accomplished woman is also very well read, therefore meeting your definition of intellectual." Will clarified.
"So a trained trophy wife then?" Lizzy corrected her earlier statement.
"It is remarkable what you women must go through these days, being both feminine and succeeding in the working world, everywhere I go I hear women being called accomplished." Charlie said kindly while patting Jane's hand.
"It is a term too broadly applied. Only a few women are really worthy of being called so. I myself only know a handful and I know many people."
Caroline leaned back in her chair so that she was resting closer to Darcy than near to her brother. Darcy cracked his knuckles at this but continued to watch Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye.
"With that criteria, I'm surprised you find any at all. At least that are not genetically manufactured Stepford Wives."
Everyone except for Caroline and Darcy laughed at this. However the topic was brought to a close due to the arrival of the food. As they ate the conversation shifted to football while Jane and Bingley whispered together.
"Favourite moment ever playing footie…" Charlotte started hoping that his topic would give Lizzy some information on Darcy she could use for her topic.
"I think mine was the summer before I went off to St. Andrews when Girls side creamed boys side 6-3. It was brilliant, especially when Nicola had her header… perfect!" Lizzy said with a smile.
"Lizzy didn't you do a bicycle kick in that game?" Jane asked snapping out of her daze momentarily.
"I might have done." Lizzy said with a smile as she played with her straw.
Will looked at her with surprise yet again. He knew she was the daughter of a footballer so it only made sense that she played, yet he had never thought of it.
"What about you Will? You've got to have a favourite moment?" Charlotte asked with a smile as she saw the way he was looking at Lizzy.
He shook his head declining to answer. Charlie frowned momentarily at his friend's stand-offishness. He really was too much of a brooder at times.
"We all know that you have a favourite moment, Brian…" Jane said with a smile.
"So there I was right, and Lampard crossed to Ballack who was perfectly lined up to put one in to the top right of the goal. I barely had time to launch myself from the ground to block it and only then did the tips of my fingers brush it to make the save. Of course I fell to the ground hard and damaged my shoulder but it was all worth it." Donolley said recounting his most famous save of his first year playing.
"Yes, you damaged your shoulder then who did you come crying and whining to that night over it." Lizzy continued.
"I did not cry or whine. I was very manly about it." Brian said his voice jumping up an octave at Lizzy's remark.
"Donolley, I had to massage your bloody shoulder for nearly two hours before you shut up."
Donolley turned to the rest of the table and spoke in a stage whisper, "It really didn't hurt that bad, I just wanted Lizzy's hands on me."
He got smacked in the arm for that hard by the petite brunette at his left. Darcy looked up trying to figure out Lizzy and Donolley's relationship. Were they lovers? Were they still dating? They seemed to have a playful ease with one another and that man kept touching his Elizabeth.
Darcy's thoughts immediately paused. His Elizabeth? When had she become his Elizabeth in his mind? Was it when he first saw her at the club? Or was it when he rescued her from the storm? Or was it after their encounter in the library?
"Darcy, are you listening?" Charlie said while waving a hand in front of his friend's face.
Darcy blinked back to reality and he noticed that everyone was standing up their things already gathered and were looking at him expectantly. He rose from his seat with an awkward nod.
"So are we all game for a stroll about the park then?" Charlie said repeating this more for Darcy's benefit than anyone else's.
"I'm actually going to head out. I have to train and all that… but Lizzy dear give me a call later and we'll plan our date." Donolley said as he waved them off.
"Bye Brian!" Jane said with a warm smile.
Charlie wrapped his arm about Jane's waist and guided her across the street into the park. This left Darcy with Lizzy, Charlotte and to his horror Caroline who immediately clung to his arm.
Lizzy practically skipped across the road with her arm linked to Charlotte's laughing as they raced to the other side.
"How undignified…" Caroline sneered.
When they reached the park, Caroline immediately noticed several things.
One: The park lacked any solid walkways and instead was dominated with higher grasses littered with wildflowers and dirt pathways.
Two: She was wearing 4 inch stiletto heels which were sinking into the ground with each step she took.
Three: The other women of their party had already removed their shoes and were happily walking through the grass.
Four: If she removed her shoes she would ruin her pedicure.
After stumbling for the umpteenth time, and having to cling to Darcy's arm to do so, Darcy was growing frustrated.
"Just remove your shoes, Caroline."
"And act like some common peasant? No thank you."
"Being barefoot doesn't denote you to be in the lower classes and you are going to break an ankle if you keep on this way."
"Its so thoughtful that you are concerned for my health. Perhaps I should just sit down at over by the garden."
Steering her toward the curved stone benches, Darcy ungracefully let her fall into the seat.
Charlotte and Lizzy followed them over shortly after both with purple flowers stuck into their hair. Will thought Elizabeth looked adorable. Caroline thought she resembled a dirty hippie.
"What's the matter?" Charlotte inquired.
"Caroline keeps twisting her ankle trying to walk in her shoes." Darcy explained.
"Why not just take them off then?" Lizzy said gesturing to her own sandals which she carried in her right hand.
"I'd rather not. I think I'll just sit here and enjoy the garden. Will, keep me company?" Caroline said suggestively as she glanced up at the tall figure Darcy presented.
"You know Caroline… I'm actually not much of a walker. And I'd so dearly love to hear about fashion these days… maybe broaden my horizons." Charlotte said with false sweetness as she took the spot on the bench that Caroline had intended for Will.
"I—"
"No, no Caroline. Don't worry…I really do want to talk to you about all the …erm…fascinating photographs of…uh…Versace's new line?"
With that Elizabeth set off walking again with Darcy following in her wake. Lizzy knew that Charlotte had sacrificed herself so Lizzy could get alone time to work on her story and she was eternally grateful to her friend for it.
"She didn't really want to discuss fashion with Caroline…"Darcy stated.
"Was it that obvious?"
"Extremely… why would she volunteer for that?" His gaze fell on the woman strolling along at his side who kept stopping to pick up flowers that caught her fancy.
"Perhaps, Charlotte is a good natured person who could see the outward look of terror on your face do to Caroline's leering and wanted to spare you from it."
"Perhaps…."
"So you never told us your most beloved football memory at lunch today, why is that? Too many great ones to choose from?"
"Maybe it's too personal a memory to be shared so lightly amongst people I don't really know."
"I hardly think any of your career for Manchester United could be considered too personal. It was broadcast around the world you know…" Lizzy said with a teasing smile.
"I never said it was a memory from Man United."
"Oh…then pray tell, when is it from?"
Darcy clasped his hands behind his back and stared up at a bird flitting about overhead for a moment while he chose his words carefully.
"You remember the photograph you saw of me when I was younger while you were snooping around my room at Netherfield…"
"I wasn't snooping, but yes I recall it."
"That was the last game that I played in that my grandfather ever got to see. He was the one person in my family who supported my career choice at first, my father believed I was better suited for business and that it would further uphold the family name. My grandfather thought differently, and it was because of him that I am not working as a CEO of some corporation in London right now."
"He sounds like he was a great man." Lizzy said comfortingly while tucking away this nugget of information for future use.
"He was. He also was a great reader… I think he preferred Charlotte Bronte over Emily however."
"A great tragedy indeed. And do you prefer Charlotte to Emily as well?"
"I think recently a certain woman has changed my opinion of Wuthering Heights."
Lizzy blushed and looked away. Why was she blushing? This was Will Darcy for God's sake. He insulted her constantly!
"I'm glad that you've seen the light."
Darcy had shifted so that he now stood in front of her looking down at Lizzy with an emotion she couldn't quite place. He made her uncomfortable and she cleared her throat and attempted to step backward.
Unfortunately she stepped into a small hole and began to fall. Lizzy's view turned from the blue of Darcy's eyes to the blue of sky as she fell back powerless to stop herself. She shut her eyes tight to brace herself for the fall. However, she never hit the ground a pair of strong arms prevented that from happening. Cracking one eye open experimentally she saw that Will was holding her up like she was made of porcelain.
"Good reflexes…" Lizzy said with a small smile.
She tried to right herself and stand up properly, however the angle she was held at prevented her from doing so. Lizzy would either have to fall ungracefully to the ground, or let Will Darcy pull her up in his own sweet time. It seemed an eternity before he made any movement, and what he did was not expected at all.
One second he was holding her like she was the most fragile object in the world, the next his lips were on hers and a split second later she was dropped unceremoniously to the grass below before Darcy fled into the distance.
Lizzy took a moment to process what had just happened. Had he kissed her? Why did he kiss her? Was she just hallucinating? Touching her lips which still tingled from when his own sought hers out convinced her that she was not in fact crazy. But now she was convinced that Will Darcy might just be insane.
She stood up quickly brushing the loose grass from her dress and her hair. Quickly she sought her mobile which she had shoved into her purse and dialed the first number that came to mind. No one answered so she was reduced to leaving a voicemail:
"Donolley, please tell me that you've done something shocking and scandalous recently… I need you to be a vagrant more than ever…nothing makes sense anymore."
Lizzy tried to calm her heart beat but she found that she couldn't. She glanced up and down the park but couldn't spy Darcy anywhere. She was thankful because had she seen him, she might have done something equally insane and drastic… like kissed him again.
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A/N: Who didn't see that coming? raises hand Honestly I didn't want them to kiss, but apparently they are like two magnets that won't stay away from each other. Now review after this monster of a chapter and get a complimentary cookie... :-) .