The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Hey everyone.

Yep, we are still at Netherfield.

And this is getting ridiculous.

No, I understand that when your house is being remodelled,

it takes time, and you have to be patient.

And I fully understand that while your house is being worked on,

it is dangerous to be living there.

But there comes a time when you are living under the same roof

as someone that you just completely hate and it...

Enough is enough.

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and I really, really, really want to go home.

Okay. Let's talk about a few things.

First off, I will admit that despite the fact that we've been here a month,

I've enjoyed it more than I thought I would.

And, just to be clear, enjoying it more than I thought I would is way different than enjoying it.

Bing has been super nice and Caroline has been such a pleasant surprise and -

let's just end it there. But seriously, I'm sure that we're overstaying our welcome.

Darcy seems to get more stuck-up by the day. Yes, apparently, that is possible.

And Caroline, well, I sense that she's just putting on a good face.

I'm sorry, I know you're watching and that you'd never admit it to me,

but I'm sure you want your house back. And despite all of this,

my mother still has the gall to insist that we continue to stay here.

And yes, I'm fully aware that she's manipulating this entire situation.

Now Lizzie, you and Jane just keep your pretty single selves

over there for as long as possible. Especially Jane.

But we want to come home.

You can come home, Lizzie, as soon as the house is finished.

- But what about Jane? - Jane can come home whenever she wants.

But not until she has a shiny new rock on her finger.

At least she's doing it out of love. And some desperation. But really, love.

Hey Lizzie? Oh, you're shooting again. I can come back.

No no, it's fine, I'll edit this out. What's up?

- Well, it's about Jane. - She'll probably be back any minute.

I know. But I wanted to ask you something.

Do you think she's been acting a little weird lately?

How so?

Well, I got her these flowers yesterday

and she didn't say anything. I mean, not that I'm the type of guy who

needs all kinds of thanks for flowers or anything.

- Those were really nice. - Thanks.