Battle of the Boys

Author's Note: Hello! JaneAustenLover here! So... yeah, this is my first FanFiction EVER so if it seems bad, then that is why... I would REALLY appreciate it if you wonderful readers would post some honest comments about what you think of this, and PLEASE no hate comments, or bashing! My main plan is to have a 'what if' kind of story. The 'what if' part is what if Jane didn't go to the Meryton ball? Would Mr. Bingley still have fallen in love with her? Or would he have fallen in love with Lizzy? Would Mr. Darcy not have insulted her? Questions, questions, questions. If you want to know the answer to these questions, please R&R (Read & Review), then I might post again. Maybe. I'm also looking for a beta reader, if anyone is interested! Now for the Chapterly Quotes with Caitlin! Today's quote is from Chapter One.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on is first entering a neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed on the minds of the surrounding families that he is considered as the rightful property of some one of another of their daughters. "~ Jane Austen

I know, I know, that one gets used all the time, but that just means that it's really good! OK!

On to the story!

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CHAPTER ONE: A SINGLE MAN OF LARGE FORTUNE

*A small girl came into the room quietly, not sure of what she should do. All the other kids stopped what they were doing and stared at her, sizing her up. At last, a boy around 17 came to the 9-year-old.

"Are you lost?" he asked the girl kindly in a British voice; soft and smooth. The girl's brilliantly dark green eyes flashed in annoyance, and she looked up at the young man defiantly.

"No. I was forced to come here by my parents. I know perfectly well where I am." All the other kids, ages ranging from thirteen to eighteen, were trying to smother their laughter and astonishment at the girl's boldness behind their hands.

"What? You think I can't learn to dance or something? You just can't imagine that I'll be able to dance as well as you!" The boy looked faintly impressed with the girl's fearlessness.

"So... you want to learn how to ballroom dance," he said it as a statement, not a question.

"No. I already said that I was forced to come here by my parents. What are you, deaf?" The room gasped in astonishment. "They seem to think," The girl continued, "that I'll be more 'sophisticated' or something if I learn. I just think this is a bunch of crap." The young man's light blue eyes glinted with anger, and he visibly clenched his hands.

"Well, if you didn't want to come, why don't you just leave?" he growled "'Cause there are some people that actually want to take lessons here." The girl seemed to feed on the challenge presented. The rest of the room held its breath for her reply.

Grinning, she saucily replied: "No. Now where's the teacher?"

The young man ground his teeth in anger. He spit out the words: "Right. Here." He paused, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "In front of you."

Then the girl looked slightly scared. "...Oh. Crap."*

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of a high energy level must be in want of a way to let it out.

Elizabeth Caitlin Bennet woke up from her dream groggy and disoriented. Her brown hair was a mess; it always was after she woke up. *Why do I keep having that dream? I was NINE for crying out loud!* She grinned, remembering lesson after lesson with that jerk of a teacher. *That WAS one heck of an experience though.* Glancing around the messy room, she struggled to remember where she was. Taking in the couch, flickering TV, and discarded pizza boxes, she remembered. She got kicked out of a party one of her friends hosted while visiting her family in Louisville, because she back talked this high and mighty rich guy. Not just once, but over and over and over and... well, you get the idea. After that, she drove to a different friend's apartment. *He totally deserved that though, that fat, greasy... Ugh! Just because he's rich, doesn't mean he should be all snooty. How DARE he say I was low-classed! No one even CARES about that anymore!* Liz stood up, muttering about that fat pig and conveniently forgetting that she obviously cared. *Great way to start the day, Liz,* she thought sarcastically. Trudging around the apartment, she tried to find a clock in all of the mess.