Pride&Prejudice's latest album 'Life in a Novel' has sparked many ideas about the lead singer/ guitarist's romantic life. It's common knowledge of bassist Charlie Bingley and model Jane Bennet's attraction to each other- so much that it has been rumoured of a weekend trip to Bingley's beach condo. But the main questions being raised are is there a particular girl Will is singing too, and if so who is she? Who is the lucky girl to have caught Will Darcy's eye so much to write a song about her. The two main suggestions are Bingley's sister Caroline, fellow model and friend of Jane Bennet, or Jane's sister, bestselling author Elizabeth Bennet who has been seen to be going to many Pride&Prejudice practices.

But along with Darcy's writing spiking many ideas, so has Elizabeth Bennet's latest novel, whose character is known to be largely based on drummer of Pride&Prejudice George Wickham. This strange love shape- for it has so many sides to not know what sort of shape it is- is made even shapier as a reliable source who does not wish to be named tells that the fan that Darcy admitted that he admired in a Rolling Stone interview last month was her sister Lydia Bennet, sister of Elizabeth and Jane Bennet- also a star of a teen t.v. show, soon to release her first album.

But soon the truth will come out as the MUSIC awards come closer and the world is shaking in anticipation as they wonder who will join Darcy on the red carpet… cont. pp 35.

Elizabeth threw the magazine her sister had sent her, and tapped her fingers as she waited for Jane's phone call. Her eyes kept drifting to the thought of the by-line 'Catherine Bennet' and wondered if she wished that all of their friends and family were laughed at. But she thought that many people who read the magazine would only think of being the subject as being successful and famous, so that wasn't a total blow…

She reached for the phone instinctively as it made a sound and wished that she didn't answer with as much enthusiasm as she did when she heard who was on the other end.

"Hey Bennet." Will Darcy said, trying to hide the laughter from his voice. "Miss me that much?"

"I'm waiting for a call from Jane." She explained, and Will knew what she was talking about. They had taken a trip to Paris, where he knew Charlie planned to propose. Lizzy had no idea of the plan, he remembered an instant after.

"Yeah, but you know it's like six in the morning there so she might not call for a little bit. Liz, can we talk?"

"I suppose, we can't really do much else." She replied, rolling her eyes. "Did you see the monstrosity about you in New Idea?" He laughed in reply before he could say anything else.

"Yeah, I think they tried to picture me with every woman so that they could say that they knew exactly who it was after the MUSIC awards."

"Spose so." She said, and tucked her legs under her as she made herself more comfortable. "What did you call for Will?"

"Well it's sort of about the article really." He started, hoping to make it sound as casual as possible.

"What?"

"Yeah. Lizzy, want to come to the awards with me?" Will tapped his drink up and down on his couch nervously as Lizzy's jaw dropped.

"What?"

"Okay, not the normal thing I know, but come on Liz. It'll look great for you- people would want to buy your books more if you're with me, and don't you deny it." He added before she went on a rant about how she wouldn't want those sort of people buying her books, or how up himself he was.

"What happened to the twenty other girls you could go with? I mean apparently you and Lydia got pretty close backstage when I thought we met." She laughed, trying to bring a bit of humour into the weird conversation.

"Bennet, I didn't say it was Lydia. Come on, please?"

"Fine."

"Tomorrow night remember." He said, not telling her that the reason for the late notice was the fact he was going over in his mind to take George serious. "I'll get a designer or whatnot to come over your place tomorrow."

"No."

"No?"

"If I'm going, I go in what I want to wear…" She said, trying to hide the danger from her voice. Will noticed a flicker of it, but was more nervous about the clock on the wall pointing to seven fifteen and the buzzing doorbell to be nervous about what Lizzy was planning.

"Fine, Liz I gotta go, but I'm picking you up 5ish tomorrow." He slammed the phone down, and went to find Katelyn at the door, ready for dinner.

"Janie!" Lizzy squealed, finally hearing from her sister. "How is it?"

"Lizzy I have the biggest news to tell you." Jane's voice was brimming with excitement, so her sister knew it must be big.

"What?"

"Charlie proposed." Those two words emitted more excitement in Lizzy than she thought would be humanly possible- Jane and herself were extremely close and since the last guy Jane went out with dumped her, Lizzy sometimes thought she could feel the emotions Jane was going through.

"Eip! Mother's going to be soooo happy." Lizzy laughed, knowing how both girls felt about their mother and her obsession with getting them married.

"I said no." Her voice was still happy, but Lizzy didn't understand.

"You said no?"

"I thought our sisters should get married first- give them a bit of gloating time. I also wanted to see mother's face. Oh, Lizzy you're evilness has rubbed off on me!"

"And you're niceness onto me. Soon we'll switch personalities… that gives me an idea…"

"No Lizzy, no stories. Not just yet. I need you to concentrate on our world at the moment; this is going to be huge."

"What?"

"Charlie and I are going to have a baby."

"What?"

"Lizzieeeee."

"I heard you. Is this just, accident gone good, or something you wanted?"

"We want to- we're still going over what we should do, in detail though. I mean it'll be tricky with a reporter in the family and Charlie's fame."

"Yours too Janie. You're too modest for your own good."

"I'm still a bit embarrassed about my profession." She admitted and though Lizzy loved her sister and couldn't insult her, she had to agree with her there- and it was mainly due to Miss Caroline Bingley.

"Don't be Janie. So is that all you called me for?"

"Lizzieeeeeeeeee."

"I am so happy for you." Lizzy reassured her sister. "Just forget your penniless author of a sister when your living in your Malibu mansion." She laughed and Jane copied.

"I wouldn't move there- you know how I can't get a tan."

"How on earth did you become a model?" Lizzy laughed and heard the doorbell ring. "Hey Jane, you can either hold on the line and rack up a massive phone bill, or I go answer the door after a emotional farewell."

"I'll let you go and find your prince charming Lizzy. I'll ring you tomorrow though Liz, and we'll talk then."

"Okay. Sorry Janie, but I have to go. Someone is reeeeally impatient." She put the phone to her chest and called out to the person to wait up.

"Sorry Liz!" She heard a familiar woman's voice call.

"Jane?"

"Mmmn?"

"Where are you?"

"In Paris." She replied. "I'll let you go Liz, have fun." A droning beep was all Lizzy heard before she realised she had to go down stairs.

"Hurry up! We're freezing!" She heard the woman call out and Lizzy recognised her as Charlotte a moment before she opened the door.

"It's like twenty five degrees." Lizzy replied while she was engulfed in a bear hug by Charlotte and George. "What's happening?"

"Well we wanted to take you out for dinner." George told her, beaming down at her. Lizzie looked into his eyes that were nearly seven feet above the ground and looked sceptically at him.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing babe. Can't good friends take a girl out to dinner to catch up?" Charlotte walked into the apartment and looked around in distaste.

"Good friends can, publishers can't."

"Liz, do you really only think of me as your publisher." She walked around and wiped her finger on the mantelpiece, inspecting her dirty finger. "God you're messy without Jane." The elder woman muttered under her breath before turning around to grin at the author.

"'Course I don't. I just haven't seen you for so long; I thought you only thought of me as your money source." Eliza laughed as Charlotte clucked her tongue at the state of the apartment. Jane was the clean freak, she wasn't.

"Liz, I've got more authors to do my every whim." Her last words were knocked out of her as Lizzy tackled her and she returned the hug, glaring at a sober George who was leaning on the fridge.

Once they had finished the embrace Charlotte went to go grab something for her friend to wear after deciding that the track pants and sweater she was in wasn't fancy enough.

"How did you guys get together?" Lizzy asked George once the other woman was out of the room.

"What? No, we're not together. I'm free as a bird. Not that I'm looking for anyone. Well I'm looking at people, but I'm not completely depressed without anyone to-" He stopped when he noticed her smirk. "What?"

"I didn't mean together together. I mean, how did you decide to come over here? And are you actually sober?"

"One hundred per cent. Proud?"

"Extremely Georgie." She let herself walk over there and hug him, enjoying his scent when it wasn't covered with rum and god knows what else. "What exactly are we doing?"

"Lottie wants to go to La Grenouille et le Vin." He said, and the two made the same face at the mention of the ridiculously fancy and overpriced restaurant. It was the type of place Will took his dates to before they went back to his apartment or the nearest five star hotel if they weren't 'good' enough.

"I'm hoping you have a better plan?"

"Liz, I'm sober. I can't think." She laughed, and scrabbled out of his grip to punch his arm through the coat. "We'll have to fudge it."

"I don't think there's all that many places I can go when she finds the outfit Jane left." Lizzie replied, shoving her thumb in the direction of the room.

As if on cue, Charlotte walked out, holding up the miniature gold dress and faux fur coat that went with it. Lizzie didn't see George's eyes widen but did here his "Let's go to La Grenouille et le Vin." In a very enthusiastic voice. She turned and raised an eyebrow at him which he simply shrugged and said "I'm male." Before grabbing the hanger from Charlotte and giving it to Lizzie, pushing her to her room.

"I'm not wearing the stupid coat. I refuse to wear fur, fake or non." She called while struggling out of her shirt.

"You can have my trench coat. I think I may need the cold." George called back.

"Lottie, is it possible for a guy to be an even bigger sleaze while not on the drink?"

"Well George is just an unexpected roll of surprises." She called back and laughter came from the room, which was followed by a muffled "ow" from one of them.

"Well if any press are there at least it'll give them a false trail to what I'm wearing to the awards." She called back. George's laughter seized.

"You're going?"

"Yeah, Will invited me just before. Said it might do something to my book sales. He was being oddly nice, so I thought why the hell not."

"I bet he was." She heard him mumble as she entered the room.

"Hot girl!" Charlotte laughed, and held out the option of two pair of shoes.

"You even have to ask?" Lizzie laughed, and took the gold converses she had gotten for her last birthday. "Coat Georgie?" He passed it over to her, still in a zombie like trance and turned out of the room and walked out of it with a simple "You coming?" to the girls he had left behind.

They simply shrugged at each other and Lizzie left the door unlocked as she normally did as they ran to the elevator.