21Hi everyone! I am Axiotea, like the greek philosopher, the girl who was Plato's disiple, the one who had to dress as a boy, because girls could not be educated at the time, the great philosopher.
I am doing another pride and prejudice fanfic, and well...since this is my first story here I felt compelled to introduce myself, so here it goes...
Disclaimer: Obiously this amazing story was definitely not my idea.
Mornings suck.
ELIZABETH LOUISE BENNETT COME RIGHT DOWN HERE THIS MINUTE! Faye Bennet could be heard screaming from downstairs.
Lizzy groaned and pulled an arm over her eyes; she had stayed down at Charlotte's until late last night, and was in no humour to be waked by a screaming Faye.
She turned around in bed, and tried to pull a pillow over her head to stiffen the cries from her insane family as they woke up
She could hear, as if from far away, how her door opened and closed with force, followed close by an indignant gasp as the pillow was yanked away from over her face and she was almost dragged off her bed by her mother.
"Get up, you sluggish, lazy girl, don't you realize you will never catch anyone if you look this groggy all day long?" Faye asked as her daughter tried to sit in bed, her hair looking like a haystack, blue bags under her eyes and traces of makeup adorning her face.
"Dear God, what happened to you?" She asked, looking perfectly scandalized
"Mom, I told you already, I went last night to Charlotte's after we went to the bar, she wanted me to help her arrange last minute stuff for today's party"
"ELIZABETH! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO GO OVER TO CHARLOTTE LUCAS' HOUSE? THAT GIRL IS PLAIN UGLY; IT DOES NOTHING FOR YOU TO BE SEEN AROUND HER!"
"Mom, Charlotte is my friend, and it is beside the matter whether you can appreciate or not her beauty" Lizzy said sternly, she was starting to get seriously annoyed; it would not do to have her mother openly criticize her best friend. True, she was not what most people would consider beautiful, but beauty was relative, besides, beauty, in Lizzy's mind did not exist. Things were not beautiful or ugly, things were either agreeing to one's taste, or disagreeing. Something considered ugly by many can be amazing for someone else.
"I do not care if she is the one hosting the party Lizzie, can't you be more like Lydia? She is going to the party but she is not tied down to any ugly friend, she knows how to explore her potential" Faye Bennet squeezed her eyes shut, her second eldest always had the power to piss her out in less than a second, nothing at all like her dear Lydia... Faye had not understood that bit about appreciating beauty, but she was sure Lizzy was best friends with Charlotte just for the money and the parties. Charlotte was filthy rich, and since she could not catch a boyfriend for the life of her, she was always throwing parties. Or, at least, that was how it was in Faye's brain. In reality, Charlotte had had many boyfriends, but none ended well, and she threw parties all around mainly because her parents liked to show off their house.
"No Mom, Charlotte is my friend, but whatever, leave me alone so I can change and I will go downstairs, Ok?" Lizzie asked, sensing that if she tried to defend Charlotte it would end up being a never ending debate until either her mother started complaining about her poor nerves and left, or Jane entered the room and managed to get both of them to shut up.
With another stern look and a disappointed shake of the head Faye Bennet left the room. Not that Lizzy cared; it had always been like that. Lizzy had never been one of her mother's favourite daughters, indeed, she could have been said to be the least favourite. Lydia occupied the first place, actually, the two women were so alike it was creepy, feather-brained Lydia and dim-witted Faye were obviously mother and daughter, and it could be noticed from a few miles away. Second in line was Jane, but that could not have been helped, she was beautiful, calm, sincere, open, modest, everything that was good and pretty in the world, it was true that she sometimes tended to border on naive, but that was just part of who she was, and nobody could help liking her. Mary and Kitty were rather the unimportant kids, Kitty always stuck with Lydia, uniting in never-ending stupidity, and Mary was just Mary, she usually had her nose in some book or other, mostly studying for school or practicing piano. Last and least in the line was Lizzy, in every way possible she was a disappointment to her mother. She was not as beautiful as Jane, nor as lively as Lydia, she did not even had the good grades Mary had and even if she failed everything else, and she did not try to improve as Kitty did. Truth was, Elizabeth couldn't have cared less if her mother thought her beautiful, silly, or if she thought Lizzy had a great personality, she would rather be her hated self and the hell with her mother, than have a proud mom and be living someone else's life. Plus, her father loved her that way, even without her mother's help, Lizzy had always been a Daddy´s Princess kind of girl, so it was fine by her.
Lizzy stifled a yawn and stood up from bed, the day was really not worth throwing away, as she looked out of the window she realized that she would indeed end up indebted to her mother for waking her up, it was the perfect day to go jogging. As she changed into running shorts and her favourite workout grey hoodie she meditated on the conversation- if it could have been called that- which she had had with her mom. Charlotte was her best friend in the whole world, and she had had that argument with Faye way too much times for her liking, she would not have let it drop usually, but rather continue until Faye was forced to withdraw. Still, she had made a bet with her dad; he said that she could not possibly go for a week without arguing with her mother, she said she obviously could. When she was younger she had sustained more than a week without an argument. Yet, that had been before the accident, and before her mother started with all the hating.
Thinking of that night made her head throb, Lizzy remembered when she woke up at hospital, six weeks later, and tried to lift her arm, when, to her surprise she found it was all stitched and covered in bandages. She had been in a coma for six weeks when she finally woke up and found herself all bruised and parched up, after that, she had stayed another month at hospital, and was about a year doing rehabilitation until she could recover from the shock.
Lizzy shuddered, even thinking about it got her nervous, it had coasted her a great deal to get over it, still, she had never fully recovered, but it was thanks to her dad that she had made the progress she had.
Tying her hair up in a knot she took a deep breath and tried to relax, the last nervous breakdown she had had been years ago, and she didn't want to repeat it, with time she realized that it was better not to think about gloomy things when she was either on edge or very tired.
Will woke up as the plain was touching down. He was sitting besides the corridor, as Charlie- his best friend- had taken the seat next to the window, so he could feel as someone gently touched his arm to see if he was awake. As he looked up he could see Caroline grinning and gesturing to the sign that had lightened up indicating that seat-belts should be put on. He buckled his and turned to buckle up Charlie's, who was still sleeping soundly. As he searched for the other end of the seatbelt his best friend woke up.
"Whoa, Darce, let's take it slow, I have no idea what all those years with the militia surrounded by guys has done to you, but I am still straight" Charlie teased sleepily as he woke up and saw his friend leaning over him searching for something.
Will Darcy smiled and shook his head, sitting straight in his seat. When he first announced he was joining the army everyone had tried to dissuade him from it, though the only ones who had almost succeeded had been Charlie and Ritz, his cousin. Actually, it was Georgie the one who almost succeeded though she made it thought Charlie and Ritz. He had been packing when they both knocked his door, got in his room and ambushed him, numbering reasons why he shouldn't go, but when they mentioned that Georgie was depressed and had stopped eating because he was leaving he closed, turned around and left to have a long conversation with her. He loved his sister, they had a really deep bond and Charlie and Ritz decided to use it against him, but when all had been talked over and Will was allowed to leave, seeing as their masterplan had failed, Ritz and Charlie took a different approach to the subject and started teasing the hell out of him. The only times that they had succeeded in making him uncomfortable was when they hinted that he had joined a men's company because he wanted to be surrounded by only guys all day. He had nothing against gay people, they were just people, but it got under his skin when Charlie and Ritz started openly hinting to every single one of his dates that he was gay. Eventually, they succeeded in making him quit, though instead of quitting the army, as they had hoped he would, he ended up quitting dating.
"What? No response from the great Fitz-..."
"Shut up!" Will interrupted before Charlie could say his full name.
They were still on an English plane and he did not want to catch any attention. There was a time when, if his name was mentioned, anyone in the vicinity would take out their cameras intuitively, and though Will prayed that time was past, when he got back from war there had been quite a number of magazines explaining the full story. He was English, but had made all of his tours with an American company. England had sent a few hundred men to help with the war in Iraq, and he had made four tours with the American army. Nevertheless Will had been forced to resign because of a wound in his leg, he was still doing rehabilitation for it, since the bullet had torn away the muscle and broke the bone, unluckily, it had not been a clean fracture, and though he had already regained full mobility of his leg he still couldn't force it too much.
"Sure mate, though it feels as if you have been getting grumpier after each tour"
"I am not grumpier, I just come back to find things in a progressively worst state" Will complained as he got off the plane.
ANNND?... how did you like it? Please Review! If you hated it, loved it, think anything should be changed... please review, I love hearing from everyone, even haters. PLEASE!