Author's Note:
Well hi guys. Sorry I've been away so long, the last few weeks/months whatever, of school were crazy and I just didn't have the time to write and edit and... live really. BUT I AM BACK. HOPEFULLY. WHO KNOWS? I'M TRYING. This story is going to have around seven chapters so, seriously, don't worry about me finishing half way through. I like to finish what I start. Also, I kind of wrote this over the period of... However long it has been since I LAST updated this but I can't be bothered to edit it so, I have no idea what its going to be like. However, gold star for effort. Reviews maybe...? For old times sake?
-Ally.
Week Number Six
C'mon... C'mon.
We canNOT be late today!
It's- Oh shit.
It's twenty-five past seven.
This is ridiculous. We're going to be late... We have five minutes to get to the lift and we're still stuck behind the same old... old...
OLD PEOPLE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO DRIVE!
There... I said it. These are my thoughts, I can say what I like.
No one will know, right...?
Unless there's a mind reader around-
No William, we've been through this before, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS MIND READERS.
But that's what Bella thought before she met Edward.
Did you just bring Twilight into this?
Maybe I did…
I'm ashamed of you….I really am.
Ashamed of me? How dare you- NOPE. YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN WILLIAM.
WE'RE TALKING TO OURSELF. IN THIRD PERSON. THAT'S REALLY NOT NORMAL.
I GOOGLED IT.
…
What was I even thinking?
Oh right, now we have FOUR minutes to get to the lift.
We have to be there first... We're always there first.
…
Seriously old lady. Can you just move along now!
Old people, you cannot complain about young people driving to quickly when PEOPLE ARE OVER TAKING US! WALKING PEOPLE!
That woman is literally walking past us-
Jesus... She's a fast walker...
Slow down lady. Where are you going?
Maybe she's late just like us... Maybe there is a man waiting or her in a lift someplace else-
Why are we even thinking about this?
I seriously worry about you sometimes Will...
Wait. Did I just refer to myself in third person again and HOLY CRAP we have three minutes.
And we are still stuck in traffic.
I guess we could just-
FITZWILLIAM DARCY WE ARE NOT JUMPING THE BARRIER AND ILLEGALLY DRIVING ON THE PAVEMENT JUST SO WE CAN AWKARDLY STAND NEXT TO A WOMAN WE DO NOT EVEN KNOW IN A LIFT.
Even though we do know her...
Despite what Caroline says.
I mean, what does she know...? She thought faggots were literal cow balls in gravy.
Cows don't even have balls.
They're female... Why would a female have testis?
…
...
Stop imagining a cow with balls Will. Stop that right now.
I drove through the gates and swung the car into my usual space.
You don't need to speak to someone to know them anyway so Caroline can just shut her mouth.
I know that she walks to work... or possibly catches the bus.
She gets a coffee from Starbucks each morning on her way to work... Which Starbucks though?
Where does she travel from?
We have literally been to every Starbucks in a five meter radius and no one knows her... Which ones did we miss out?
Not that we interrogated the young suffering-from-sever-acne workers in each one because that would be stalker-ish.
We may be many things William, but we are not stalkers.
Nope. Definitely not stalkers.
We could have looked for her files in the office, like Richard suggested, but we didn't.
Because that would be weird...
Though it is really tempting...
No. Too far William. Too far.
Plus anything on that file we could find out for ourselves with our super sleuth skills.
…
Or we could just talk to her?
And say what?
I don't know... Ask her about the weather...
What. While she laughs at us and our poor conversation skills?
The anxiety is really not worth it.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME WILL?! HAVE YOU SEEN THAT WOMAN!
She is worth it William... She is worth every ounce of the raw unadulterated stress-
And we're back in third person.
…
You know what Will. We should just do it.
After spending the past five weeks standing next to her we should just...SAY something.
What do we have to lose? Ask her out. Grab a coffee with her from the mysteriously located Starbucks.
Just do something.
I broke into a sprint towards the lift.
RUN WILL! RUN FOR YOUR LADY!
IGNORE THE FACT YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY TWO MINUTES LATE!
IGNORE THE FACT THAT YOUR ANXIETY IS PROBABLY GOING TO KICK IN ANY SECOND SOON!
JUST RUN!
I ran into the lift, out of breath, and looked around.
She's not here... Why is she not here...?
Has she already gone up? Did we miss her?
BUT WE WERE GOING TO TALK AND GRAB A COFFE AND GET MARRIED, BUY A HOUSE TOGETHER, HAVE A BOY AND TWO GIRLS WITH A LITTLE DOGGY.
…
You need to get out more.
And laid. Again, that is something we need to start working on.
I walked out of the lift and back into the hallway.
Where is she, where is she, where is she?!
Lift girl... where are you?
I bet she's already up there. Flaunting around on Floor Eighteen... doing whatever it is she actually does.
I bet she's-
Oh god.
The sound of clicking heels against the tiles caught my attention.
Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.
A petite brunette dressed in a black dress and office shirt turned around the corner and began to make her way towards the lift clutching a wad of papers and notebooks, a black coat and a Starbuck's Coffee.
Act natural William. Natural.
Walk into the lift- That's it. Move your legs like so- perfect.
Okay. Stand still. Don't fidget- NO DON'T RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR.
But I'm so stressed. And now I'm going to look like a crazy person.
We just walked in a full circle in and out of the lift and- She's coming.
Lift girl stepped into the carriage and took her place next to me. She smiled up at me briefly before looking away quickly.
Oh my…
She's- Whoa.
She's even prettier than I remembered… And her hair.
She's done something to her hair and- WE'RE STARING.
ABORT ABORT ABORT.
I snapped my head forward and stared at the shutting lift doors.
The lift slowly started to rise and I could see the dial from the corner of my eye creeping towards floor one.
We have seventeen floors William.
Only seventeen.
Say something.
I opened my mouth and turned slightly towards her. Slowly she looked up at me, that smile still playing on her lips and a spark dancing through her eyes. I gulped and turned back to the doors, feeling like something was literally choking me, preventing my words from forming.
Well… That went well.
Wait. She has a Starbucks cup.
They put your name on the cup right?
THAT MEANS HER NAME WILL BE ON THE CUP.
And searching her name on the office database would be much easier than by physical description….Just saying.
I leaned back on my heels to try and read the tiny scrawl now clear on the cup.
Ben…..Dover….
I don't get it.
She doesn't look much like and Ben...
That's a boy's name right?
MAYBE SHE GETS SOMEONE ELSE TO BUY HER COFFEE?
That would explain why no Starbucks seems to recognise her…
Who would buy you coffee every morning?
I'd buy her coffee every morning and-
Oh lord maybe she has a boyfriend that buys her coffee every morning…
Realistically I can't see how a woman like that is single.
Damn.
Maybe you should stop thinking about a load of crap William and just ask her… I mean, you only have 10 floors left- WAI. WHAT. TEN FLOORS.
Okay…okay… don't panic.
Use your manly powers William.
You are the son of George Thomas Darcy of Pemberley.
He was the son of Thomas Phillip Darcy of Pemberley
He was the son of Phillip Henry Darcy of Pemberley.
And he was the son of- POINT BEING we are from a race of strong men.
Wooing the ladies is like a sixth sense to us…
At least it should be.
Stop being a weakling.
Man up boy!
I cleared my throat and she turned to me again. This time there was a blush in her cheeks.
Okay. And we're going to do it.
"Um…"
We're doing it.
"I-"
*Ding* " Floor Number Ten"
WAIT WHAT NO THIS WAS NOT AGREED FLOOR NUMBER TEN SINCE WHEN NO WHO WHY WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS LIFE HOW DARE SOMEONE ELSE USE THIS LIFT WHEN I AM CLEARLY TRYING TO WOO THIS PRETTY LADY TELL ME WHO LET ME FIRE YOU.
Lift girl looked just as shocked as I did as the lift doors opened to reveal a young, handsome, tanned man leaning against the wall, flexing his muscles like he had just left a Hollister photo shoot rather than an office at HALF SEVEN IN THE MORNING.
"Hey babe." He said directly to lift girl, waggling his eyebrows in what he must think is a seductive way. "How'ya doin'?"
WHAT THE FUCK.
WHO THE FUCK IS HE?
WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?
WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING FUCK?
STOP SAYING FUCK.
I CAN'T HELP IT.
Fuck- Shit- Fuck.
Lift girl squirmed and reached for the lift buttons but tanned guy was one step ahead of her and had one foot in the way of the door, preventing it from closing.
Wait… She's knows this prick?
Just look at him.
Ergh. He's orange is making my eyes hurt.
"I've been calling you all week and you haven't picked up babe… I miss you." He winked and stepped closer.
All week? It's Monday. Aren't you a smart little shit.
Are they… Dating?
She. Is dating a guy like THAT.
I mean, I'm not one to judge but-
WHAT?
He must have one very-
You know what. I'm not even going there.
Don't even go there William. Just don't.
"Oh…My phones been dead and I've been a bit bogged down with deadlines and stuff so…" She hurried, looking down at her bag, fidgeting.
"How about we go for a coffee to catch up? Or…we could go somewhere more" He looked up at me and then back at her with a grin "Private."
Are there cameras in here?
If I just lash out right now and punch him will they know?
Wait.
I'm my own boss.
I can't fire myself.
Lift girl looked at him exasperated. I can see the blush in her cheeks from here. She muttered an "okay" and then slowly made her way out of the lift. The tanned shit stood up and gave her this disgustingly dirty smile and stalked down the corridor with her in toe. Just before the doors closed, taking her from my reach once more, she turned around and gave me this kind of helpless smile as if to say goodbye or something. And then, the doors where closed and she was gone.
….
….
….
….
Well.
That wasn't very pleasant.
…
I wonder if he works here…
Maybe I can release a bit of my rage when I FIRE HIM.
You can't fire a man on the basis that he's dating a girl you don't know at all but think is hot.
Erm… If your name is William Darcy you can.
…
You raise a good point young one.
But still-
*Ding* " Floor Number Eighteen"
Hmph. Maybe next week.