A/N: Sorry it's been a while...I've been swamped with school work. And it won't get much better. I'm taking the ACT on Saturday and then Sunday I'm doing this walk for my friend (Sharon's Ride. Run. Walk for Epilepsy: raise awareness for epilepsy guys!) Anyway, AP testing is also fast approaching and I have 3 to prepare for as well as a giant paper on Ellis Island (which I'm suppose to be working on right now, don't tell my parents) so I'm going to try to post in another week but I also have this strange phenomenon called writers block. It has never happened to me before. I'm stuck at the moment...

Before I go, I wanted to thank ConstanceBoniful for helping me with my french, which apparently sucks. But I appreciate your help. Also monkeylizard151 who told me to update so I did... sadly this chapter goes really fast so I don't know if you'll be all that happy with it. Thanks for the support! You're awesome!

Ch. 12

When Liz and Char got back to the hotel, Elizabeth made an excuse to go to bed early, claiming that the time difference was still getting to her, which was completely illogical. It was only 5 o'clock, but she didn't really want to stay up any longer.

Liz called the bathroom first.

Charlotte knocked on the door when she heard the sink running. "I think he likes you, Liz."

Liz feigned ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about." She turned off the faucet.

"You know very well what I'm talking about." Charlotte said from the other side of the door.

"It's all in your head, Char. He's just hanging around me because Rich is. I don't know why he is being nice to me. Maybe Rich put him up to it."

"Oh, Puh-lese, Liz, you should see the way he looks at you. After we got our food, he couldn't keep his eyes off you."

"Well, you remember what he said about me that night at the club. And did I tell you about my neighbor?" Liz questioned.

"No. What neighbor. What does your neighbor have to do with Will Darcy?"

"Everything." Liz opened the door and pulled Char over to the bed. She explained the sordid tale of jealousy and lost love.

"Oh. My. Gosh. No way! That was a dick move." Charlotte gasped.

"Tell me about it. I felt so bad for him."

"Well. maybe you don't have the full story." Charlotte reasoned.

"That's what Jane said. But he just seemed so sad when he was talking about it. I mean, we had just met him and his girlfriend just broke up with him so that could have contributed to the fact that he looked so miserable."

"Wait, you just met him and he felt the need to divulge something so personal?" Charlotte asked skeptically.

"Well, yea. But⎯"

"Doesn't that seem a little fishy. It seems like he's just seeking attention."

"I don't think so." Liz sighed. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Okay, hon." Charlotte patted her back.

"I'm gonna call it a night, alright?" Liz said.

"Yea, me too. Maybe we can go out tomorrow morning to get breakfast before I visit Hell with none other than Satan herself."

This made Elizabeth smile. "Night Char."

"Night Liz."

The next morning, they woke up bright and early, after a full night's sleep. They went to breakfast at a little café near the hotel. At promptly noon, they arrived at the home of Catherine De Bourg. Collins was already there and Mrs. De Bourg and Anne were ready to leave.

"Oh, Ms. Bennet, before I go, I wanted to share some feedback on your little fiction website." De Bourg sneered.

Uh-oh. This can't be good. "Go for it. I love criticism. Constructive or otherwise..."

"I thought that your storyline was not well thought out and your coarse language took away any sign of an intelligent writer." Mrs. De Bourg criticized.

"Well, I don't think it would be a good story without throwing a few 'fucks' around. Know what I mean?" Liz retorted.

"Humph. I suggest you find a new outlet, Ms. Bennet. Writing stories is for the professionals. You clearly don't have the talent to make it in a cutthroat field like this."

Charlotte looked to Liz with a look of apology. Liz just shrugged her off.

"Come on Charlotte, Mr. Collins, Anne, It's time to leave. Elizabeth, I believe my nephews are on the balcony." With that, she pushed everyone into the elevator and left.

Liz was alone in the living room. She was tempted to take one of the expensive-looking vases and smashing it. Catherine De Bourg pissed her off so much!

But she knew she had to control herself. Anything she did wrong could affect Charlotte, so she just had to behave, even though that hasn't really been working out so far.

Before she did anything she would later regret, Liz made her way outside. The sight that greeted her was quite funny. Both Will and Rich each had a fishing rod in their hand, hanging it over the railing of the balcony.

"What the hell are you doing?" Liz laughed.

Both of the men turned around and smiled at Liz. "We're fishing. It would be a lot more fun if this apartment wasn't up so high." Rich answered her nonchalantly.

"Do you do this on a regular basis?" Liz asked.

"Yea, it's like cousin bonding time. We pretend we're at a lake." Rich said

Liz held up her hands and smiled. "Oh, well I don't want to bother you in your imaginary bonding time. I'll be inside."

Will spoke up for the first time, "No." He cleared his throat. "I mean, we're just sitting around, not doing much. You can stay. I want you to stay." Will gave a weak smile.

"Okay, if you insist." Liz said.

She moved over to a chaise lounge that seemed like it was hardly ever used. Liz stretched her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. "This is nice. It's just starting to get warm outside. I like this weather."

"Me too. Spring is my favorite season." Will added.

Richard's stomach growled. "I'm gonna go get us some snacks. I'll be right back."

And with that, Rich left and Will and Liz were alone on the deck.

Will put down the fishing rod and sat on the chaise next to Liz. He just stared at her as if he was looking for something to say but didn't know what.

"Can I help you?" Liz asked, a little bit annoyed that he was blocking her sun.

Will shook his head. "No, sorry." He got up from his spot and started pacing the balcony, his eyes never leaving Liz.

Soon after, Rich came back out with some fresh lemonade and pretzels for the group. "So what did you want to do today?" He asked.

"I don't care. I'm up for anything." Liz said.

"Well, we have the whole day to ourselves. Aunty will probably be working late since the deadline for the book is tomorrow."

"I have to finish reading that script that Aunt Caty gave me." Will said.

"Okay, how about we spend the day at home. Or, rather our aunt's home."

"I guess so." Elizabeth said. I'm not really sure I want to spend the entire day holed up in the same space as Will Darcy, but I can't exactly say 'no thanks, I'd rather gouge my eyes out.' I'm just going to have to endure it. Will will be reading his stupid script anyway.

An hour later, Will was situated in a chair reading his script while Liz and Rich decided on renting Mean Girls from Netflix.

"I didn't realize a grown man could like a chick-flick." Liz laughed.

"Like it? I love this movie! I live for quoting it." Richard looked astonished that she would suggest that he merely liked Mean Girls.

They watched the movie, with Rich mouthing the words to almost every line. Liz laughed along with him at the funny parts.

Unbeknownst to Liz, Will was staring at her with that same intensity that he usually did.

"How are you doing on that script?" Rich asked Will when the movie was over.

"I've high-lighted all the lines that I don't think I would feel comfortable saying." Will held up the script covered in yellow high-lighter.

"So I take it this movie isn't for you?" Rich said.

"Not at all. Who would say this: 'Your eyes shine like bright blue marbles. They remind me of the marbles that I used to play with on as a boy. I will never forget those marbles, just like I will never forget your eyes.'"

Rich and Liz laughed. "That's so cheesy. Is it supposed to be?" Liz questioned.

"Nope. This is the scene where he confesses his love for this girl." Will answered, a little smile on his lips. Elizabeth had been cold to him earlier. He thought maybe she was mad at him, but that was impossible because he didn't do anything. Will was just glad that she didn't seem angry anymore.

Liz got up from her seat and moved next to Will to see the script. Richard's stomach growled. "I'm hungry again. I'm going to get takeout. You guys interested?" They both nodded their heads yes. "Okay, is chinese okay? There's this great place two blocks away." More nods from Will and Liz. "Alright I'll be back in like a half an hour."

Rich grabbed his wallet from the table near the door and was off, leaving Will and Liz in the apartment alone.

"Wanna read with me?" Will suggested.

Liz looked up from the script and to Will. I shouldn't...but I'm curious as to what else this scrip holds. "Uh...sure." Damn Liz.

Will handed the script to Liz. "I've only read this far. So start right here." Will pointed to a line on the script.

"Okay." Liz cleared her throat and read the line. "'Oh Brian, I didn't know that you felt that way.'"

Will's line was next, he leaned closer to Liz in order to see the script. He spoke in a deep baritone voice. "'I have, Erin, ever since I first laid eyes on you. You're the most beautiful person I have ever met and I love...I love you more than words can express.'" His voice was full of emotion.

Shit! He's a good actor. He sounds really convincing. "'Brian, I feel that same way, but what about your fianceé?'"

Will turned the page and read his line. "'Shhh...forget about my fianceé. She means nothing to me.'" When he finished her line he looked to Elizabeth, giving her his usual intense stare that almost made Liz melt.

"'But what if someone should find out about us?'" Elizabeth almost whispered, looking up to Will. Their faces were closer than before. Liz cleared her throat without looking away from Will.

"'Let them find out.'" Will responded. Liz didn't even know if that was a line on the script. She was too busy looking in Will's eyes.

Liz glanced down to the paper in between them. "It says that Erin and Brian kiss now." She said softly.

Will brought his hands to Liz's cheeks. "Okay." Slowly, he brought his lips to her. Liz dropped the script on the ground and wove her hands through his hair. Liz felt butterfly's in her stomach. Will Darcy was kissing her, and she was kissing him. Oh, Fuck. I'm kissing Will Darcy, that's not supposed to happen.

Liz pulled away. "I can't do this!" She practically shouted as she got up from the couch.

"What do you mean?" Will questioned, clearly confused.

"I can't kiss you because...because of everything you've said, everything you've done!" She started pacing the room.

"What are you talking about?"

Liz threw her hands up in the air. "That night at the club, I heard what you said about me." She said bitterly.

"That night at the club?" Realization struck him. "I⎯"

"You what? You called me an ugly fame-seeking slut!" Liz crossed her arms.

"I didn't say that." Will said calmly. "I said that to get Charlie of my back. I may have thought that you just wanted attention when I first met you, but I know otherwise. And I never called you a slut. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

Liz scoffed. "I think you'd say that to anyone. Your an actor after all, I'm sure you're great at lying."

"No! I'm not lying. I've never lied to you." Will started to raise his voice.

"Well don't think that means that I automatically like you. I know what you did to your friend. Does George Wickham ring a bell?"

Will looked shocked and he clenched his fists at hearing that name. "George Wickham? How do you know him? What did he tell you?"

"He's my neighbor and he told me everything that happened with your sister. That you two grew up together, that you were jealous of him. He told me about how he was in love with your sister, but you thought he wasn't good enough for her, so you beat him up! You broke them up and they were in love!" Liz shouted.

Will's mouth hung open. "That's not what happened. You shouldn't believe George." He tried to remain calm but his temper was rising.

"I shouldn't believe you either. I don't know why I'm even here right now. The second I saw you in New York I should have ran the other way! But, no. I hung out with you and Rich and you were nice and I...I kissed you against my better judgement. But I shouldn't have because you're a bad person, Will. You're a bad person." Liz finished.

Will looked as if he was wounded. I'm the bad one? he thought. "Well," Will said bitterly, "if that's how you feel about me."

"It is." Liz was much calmer now that she got what she wanted off her chest. She promptly turned towards the elevator and left before Will could gather his thoughts and explain about George Wickham.

Will was fuming. How could Wickham tell lies like that? And why did I let Elizabeth leave? I have to explain everything with Wickham. She thinks I'm a monster! Will thought. But he knew that Elizabeth wouldn't want to talk to him face to face.

Still...he had to do something.