A/N: Hey, you're lucky readers! Two chapters in a row! I'm feeling inspired today! Thanks to Chad Kroeger, of course... :)

I still do not own Lost in Austen, sorry to sound bitter...

3. The easy way out.

"Stop thinking about The easy way out There's no need to go and blow the candle out "

The following morning, I got up very early, thanks to the sleepless night I'd spent with my dearest snoring cousin. I quickly put on the same dress as the day before and silently got out of the house, finally visiting the garden in the rising sunlight.

This was a bloody mess. I was stuck in a book. A bloody girls' book. And the worst of it was that I felt like I belonged there. Belonging in a book. Me. Angelina. Miss movies. This was something I would never have expected. Ever.

I leaned against a tree not far from the house to be sure not to get lost as I pretended last night. I started thinking. Lizzie was still living with her parents, it could only mean that she wasn't with Darcy yet. Maybe Jane was already gone to London with her uncle and aunt, or maybe I was just stuck right at the beginning. Perfect. I would have to deal with Bingley's awesomeness and try not to steal him from Jane's grasp.

When I got up, I checked the back of my dress for any wood piece. I was already becoming accustomed to girly manners. I hated girly manners.

As I made my way towards the staircase once more, I spotted a beautiful young woman standing in a door way. She was wearing a white dress and her blonde hair and brown eyes were most soft. It could only be Jane. Take this Rosamund!

"Oh, sorry, I was..." I cut dead and watched her curtsy me, which I returned.

"You must be Miss Price."

"Actually, I am her cousin, Angelina Johnson."

Jane curtsied me again. "Nice to meet you, Miss Johnson. I myself am Jane Bennett."

"Please, call me Angelina."

She chuckled lightly. "Will you take breakfast with us, Angelina? My sisters are impatient to meet Lizzie's friends." She took my arm and drove me into their dining room, bright with light.

A long wooden table could welcome a dozen guests, and at my entrance two young women got up. The one on the left had brown hair and spectacles. Mary. The one on the right was creamy blonde with blue cheeky eyes. Kitty. They both curtsied me, I curtsied them, and we settled ourselves to get breakfast.

Lydia entered the room giggling and sat herself next to Kitty, whispering in her ear about something funny and yet chocking, seeing the look on Kitty's face. Jane cleared her throat to make her younger sister acknowledge my presence.

Lydia turned to me and shook hands with me. No curtsy with her then. Good, I was already tired of doing this every two minutes.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Johnson. I was just introduced to your cousin. She is most entertaining."

I giggled. "Yes, Amanda can be very feisty when she gets up early on a Sunday."

When talked about the wolf appears they say. Am' entered the room, still dressed in her twentieth century clothes, eyes red, seeming out of place. I made a gesture to get up but Jane overran me.

"I am Jane, Miss Price, glad to meet you. Will you take breakfast with us?"

Amanda looked abash but still sat herself, looking blankly at the table. I took a toast, put a little jam on it and started eating with the sisters, not at all disturbed by where I was. This family was making me so secure I really had the feeling I had lived there all my life.

After breakfast, Jane drove my cousin towards Lizzie's room to lend her a proper dress, after she explained in front of four stunned sisters that her clothes were proper for otter hunting. I had rolled my eyes so high I am certain my blue orbs disappeared for two long seconds.

We were going to the church. Brilliant. For such an atheist as I am, it wasn't going to end well. Then Lydia told me she herself didn't believe everything the Bible said and that I would only have to look out for any good-looking man in the assistance. Which I did. No Matthew though. Bugger.

When we got back home with a beautiful yet crazy-looking Mrs Bennett (she reminded me of someone in Dr Who, but I couldn't remember), we found out that Mr Bennett had received visit during our absence. I was finally going to meet my crush. Charles Bingley himself.

When I spotted him on the sitting-room's couch, my heart jumped a little. Yes, he was very good-looking. Yes, he was looking at Jane with glittering eyes. And yes, he liked reading, which meant he wasn't an idiot. But strangely, it didn't float my boat at all. I let my eyes wander on his face, searching for something I would have missed, but there was nothing.

I wasn't having a crush on Charles Bingley anymore.

Though he was certainly looking at Amanda with searching eyes. Bad bad bad thing. I clutched her arm.

"Am', bad thing going to land. Turn away from Bingers." Which she did. Good girl.

How were we supposed to live here without change to course of things? Bingley was looking too intently at Amanda, Darcy was certainly going to be an ass seeing as his soulmate wasn't there to ponderate, and I myself couldn't let my hand in my pocket if I met a certain captain. What was going to happen? Could we just stay there and touch nothing?

I really started to doubt it. Holy shit.

Sorry readers, the next chapter will be a bounce in time. I really can't stay right at the beginning for four more chapters, can I?

Oh, also, I know they meet Bingers before church, but I felt as if it was more...proper to meet him rightly dressed... :p

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