A/N: Yeah, I know this took me forever and a day to finish but I've been grounded and School had kept me pre-occupied so blehg.

Over Hugging People

Chapter 2

I stared blankly at him for about 5 minutes, until I managed to muster out the two words I've been wanting to say, "Wait...what?" Did he say Darcy? Was I overreacting about this? After all I'm sure Darcy is a real last name. Like Potter, a crap load of people have the last name Potter (A/N: for those who don't know what I'm referring to I'm talking about Harry Potter, boy wizard, yeah Google it if you don't know it). So yeah I'm sure it was sheer coincidence, maybe his family were hardcore Austin fans and changed there last name to Darcy. Or even better! This guy was just a whack job, yeah that was probably it. I mean he kind of talked like he was from there too. So maybe he is just a crazy genius who wishes he was in an alternate reality. Poor guy, he must be so depressed.

He suddenly looked angry and slightly annoyed, "My name is Jackson Charles L. Darcy, and you may call me Jack. How hard is that for you to comprehend?"

Ok, maybe I should trick him into telling me, "So uh Jack, where are you from?"

"I live in London, England at a place called Pemberly, and yourself?"

I almost wanted to faint; he really thought he was from that book... oh God he needs help. A new fresh wave of pity over came me, he is probably so alone he's convinced himself he's from another reality, "Listen, Jack, I think you need help. Like professional help..."

"Well I do need a little bit of help, I told my father I'd find a place for us to sleep and I have yet to find one, just another reason for him to be disappointed in me," he said with some resentment in his voice.

"Wait... your father, as in Mr. Darcy?"

He nodded, "Yes have you met him? I didn't think he ever came to... hang on, where exactly are we anyways?"

"Manhattan, New York," I said as slowly as possible, I didn't want to scare him but I needed to let him figure out in some way that he was in the real world not a book.

"New York? Well that is very curious indeed! I only know of York, when was it ever New York?"

I wanted to slap my forehead and start to shake him like a rag doll and say, "No New York City! Manhattan! The heart of New York! Why aren't you getting this?!" Instead I chose the more sensible way about it, "So uhm where is your dad? I'm sure I can help you guys find a place to stay..."

His face lit up with pure delight, "Oh could you? That would be marvelous! Here I was scared I'd have to do something drastic, thank you so much!" He seemed so overwhelmed with joy that hugged me so hard till he literally lifted me off my feet.

"Can't breath...need...air."

He slowly let me go, and looked incredibly embarrassed, "I am terribly sorry about that, I was just so nervous about finding a place. I didn't want to make my family have to spend the entire night outside in a forest..." he continued to go on about how he didn't mean to squeeze me so hard and how he was "terribly sorry." I stared at him the entire time while he was going through is fluster fest, I started to giggle. He looked confused. I started to laugh, he looked mildly surprise. I started to burst out laughing, he looked thoroughly annoyed. "May I be so bold as to ask why you are laughing so boisterously?"

I stopped for about two seconds while I tried to let out the words slowly, "Well, it's just, I've never seen a guy so flustered over hugging me too hard. It's no big deal, people over-hug people all the time when they're happy."

He looked confused and amused at the same time (A/N: ha! Confused and Amused! Total rhyming by the power of assonance there! Nilkanowen: Shut up Jade and let the readers read!) "I beg your pardon? Over-hug? What on Earth does that mean?"

I let out another chuckle, "Oh you know over-hugging a verb used when someone hugs someone so hard the person can't breathe. Nowadays if you don't basically over-hug you're considered a bitch."

He blinked confused, "Why would someone call you a bitch for over-hugging, there is no canine traits about it."

Was this guy for real? I mean come on! I thought that insult has been used through time itself! How can he not know that insult! I let out a exasperated sigh and just said, "Let's just find your father shall we?"

He nodded suddenly looking serious, "Yes I think my family was somewhere in that general direction," he pointed off to where I was hiding in the bushes before hand. He started to walk towards it. I decided it was best to follow.

While I was following him I wanted to say, 'yeah I don't think Mama and Papa are holly bushes Jack.' Granted I'm sure his "Father" is his nurse, in a way, his guardian. Hey we're walking back towards the entrance of the Park, Francois started to get excited he jumped a little, so did Jack, we must be getting clos-

I was on the ground...again! I had tripped. (A/N: Yes I know big surprise!!! Shut up, Autumn's a klutz!) Over the lumpy hobo family it seems again... Oh. My. Damn! Suddenly it clicked, he's a hobo too! This is his family! God this is so friggin typical! I can't believe I am so dense I didn't figure this out sooner! What the hell is wrong with me?!

"Mother, Father, Mary, wake up! I've found a place to stay!"

I started to panic, oh God, oh God, I just offered my home to a hobo family! No I never said I'd take him to my house, I said I'd find them a place I never said my house. Well I'm sure you all know where I'm taking them... TO THE YMCA!!! It's fun to stay at the YMCAAAA. God that's such a good song... You never really hear it anymore... Oh wait off track, off track! Okay anyways I'm gawking at the hobo family and they slowly start to wake up. I wonder if they're all whack jobs like Jack, I hope not. Then it will become awkward.

"Jack I'm hungry, is there any toast and jam around?" the young girl asked. She looked and sounded to be about 12 or 13.

He shook his head, "We shall make do with whatever we get. Don't be so needy," he said sternly.

"Jack is right Mary, you should just be grateful if we even have any food," the supposed mother said in a soft but strong voice. In her voice swept over me with a wave of comfort almost as if she was comforting everyone around her. I turned and stared at her, she had smiling eyes, like her son, hers were brown though. She had long casually curled hair and high cheek bones. She wasn't short either; she looked to be about 5'7" which is about average for a woman. She was in a word beautiful.

"Madam, do you have a place we could find shelter and hopefully find food," a deep voice said from behind me.

I felt my entire face flush at his voice which was of course silly to get excited over a voice. I turned and looked at the man before me, and oh my damn, he was... I can't even describe him. He looked middle aged but well kept for a man his age. I felt slightly light headed, he was tall like his son, with the same blue eyes, but his were different while his sons looked happy and warm this man his eyes were so full of passion it would overwhelm any girl. And he had dark brown hair with an unkempt look about him. Even though it looked unkempt he managed to make it look elegant.

I nodded my head dumbly at him, he let out an ever so subtle smile reach his face and said, "Would be so kind to direct us to the establishment we may have shelter?"

I nodded my head again, and I kept nodding like a bobble-headed idiot. Jack rolled his eyes and started to snap his fingers, "Will you be showing us it anytime this year?"

I blinked several times so I would get back into reality and nodded. I started to walk toward the entrance of the park with Francois in my hand. They all started to follow me I felt like a leader of a bazaar cult almost and I did not know why. I started to walk towards my house (aka the hotel) and stopped. I should just take them to a shelter... but they do not seem like regular hoboes. My brain was telling to take them to the shelter, you hardly knew these people! But then something inside of me (not my heart, that's so cliché) told me to reconsider. Francois started to walk back to the hotel practically dragging me with him. Maybe since Francois trusted Jack so much I should to. Dogs do have sixth senses for these types of things. Granted my dog is the type of dog to invite a robber in and direct him towards the safe and let the robber pet him... dumb dog, he's lucky he's so adorable.

Well I'm sure you all figured out where I took them, my home! Of course! God, something tells me I'm probably going to regret this in the near future.

A/N: Okay kittens, all done! Sorry for the wait, I know I should have done it sooner but I'm silly and got grounded and had this Inferno project, literally it was on Dante's Inferno. So que sera sera, if that's how you spell it. Please read and review I love comments, and I love saying mean things to the people who send hate mail because the majority of them are not intelligent! Thanks for reading!