The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Hi there, internet.

We’re being a little sneaky today, because I’m hiding from Jane.

I know, it’s weird to hide from your sister-slash-second bestest friend ever.

Especially in your own bedroom.

But she’s already looked here, and Jane is thorough enough

that she has to check every other hiding place in the house before she comes back here.

We played hide and seek a lot as kids, so that should keep her occupied for a while.

Why am I hiding from Jane, you ask?

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and it’s kind of a long story.

You remember that disastrous dinner mom hosted with Bing and Caroline?

And how after, we took Bing to a bar to try to wipe the memory

of the encounter from his mind forever?

And it turned out great.

Except for the whole Darcy lurking around thing...

And the whole Just Dance incident.

Anyway, that night at Carter’s we were all having a very...

let’s say convivial evening...

and Bing started talking about how big his house is.

Not a euphemism. We weren’t that buzzed.

So he’s going on about how much space there is for just three people

and Lydia was all, “You should have a party.”

And Bing said, “You’re right.”

So, last week, Lydia reminded him.

And now... today we received an invitation.

An actual, printed invitation. On paper.

That’s why I’m hiding from Jane.

Ah ha! Were you hiding from me?

- No... - That’s not what you said a second ago.

You heard that?

- Uh, then... yes. - Why?

Is it because you don’t want to go to the party?