Lizzie: I NEED TO TALK TO YOU. CAN I COME OVER?

Will: OF COURSE. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DRIVE IN THE STORM?

Lizzie: I'LL BE FINE. SEE YOU IN A FEW.

She jumped from her chair and to the coat rack in her apartment. Pulling on a blue peat coat and gray scarf, she slipped on some shoes. As soon as she was suited up she flew out the door, down the stairs, and to her car.

"I love you. I don't care anymore. I don't want to care about you or any of this. It'd be simpler. With your family, status, and everything in between we're a horrible match."

SMACK.

His shocked face was more than she could stand. What did he expect?

With a cringe of guilt, Lizzie got in her car and started it up. Thoughts about Fitzwilliam Darcy flew through her head. She felt so guilty about everything she had said and done throughout the year… she couldn't just call. She had things to say and they had to be said face to face. Elizabeth didn't hate him… she… she loved him. She loved him so much it ached. Keeping it bottled up was killing her.

She was almost to Will's house when the snow started to come down so hard she couldn't see. Visibility couldn't have been more than two feet. She started to slow down, afraid that the ice would pack and her car could slide. The moment her foot tapped the brakes a truck sped down the road causing her to slip off the road in panic.

Everything was white.

"She's just shy! She loves him so much," her voice cracked, "and you botched it. It wasn't you fucking place, Darcy!"

"I was convinced Charlie's attachment was misinformed. How was I supposed to know-"

"You weren't! If you just stayed back they wouldn't be miserable!"

Jane. Instantly, she went to grab her cell phone but found it dead by her feet. She couldn't fathom getting out but she knew it wasn't safe to stay. Being cold was one thing but choking on smog didn't sound very appealing in comparison. About a hundred feet away was a house… if she could walk straight until then she would be okay.

Gradually she cracked her door open. Cold air burned her lungs and snow stung her eyes. She made her way forward slowly and surely until she felt the slight incline of a driveway and gravel beneath her feet. She trudged up the steep slope and regretted her choice of shoes. Wearing sneakers in a snowstorm was about as effective as bring a knife to a gun fight. Hope lit up in her chest as she saw specks of gray in a wall of white. A house. But not just any house… Will's home. Pemberley.

"From the second we met I knew I could never be convinced you were even decent!"

"I'm sorry you find my affections repulsive Miss. Bennet," he spat venomously as he turned to the door.

Gripping the handle forcefully he said bitterly "Good night.."

"Fine! You jerk!"

And with that final sentiment the exchange was over. Name calling is for those who have nothing intelligent left to say.

She made her way up to the door and pounded. At this point Elizabeth wasn't sure if she could feel her limbs. She was miserable. Looking down at her uncovered fingers she found they weren't freezing, just numb. All of that added up to the extreme joy she felt when the door opened up to reveal a very handsome, very shocked Will Darcy.

A/N: Love it? Hate it? Review it? I plan on having three chapters sooo… if you're interested let me know :) Digital cookies to all reviewers!

PS- Sorry for grammar, spelling, and all that other jazz. I'm fifteen and, contrary to popular belief, not very good with conventions. Haha. Thanks again for reading. :D