As I woke up from yet another regency dream all I could think about was to bring that world back, but I couldn’t do both make a living and be a regency girl, no family member left me an allowance that would allow me to pay my needs and to take part of all the proper classes a lady should take.

I got up and walked over to my desk to turn on my computer, maybe there was some sort of regency life sponsor or something like that on the net. As I waited for my computer to load all the program there was another knock at my door, last time I had so many visitors was when my pet lizard died, I walked to the front door, opened it with an annoyed face on me, this person was interrupting my search for a new way of life, “if you want me to go, I’ll go”, “Elliot, no I’m sorry I was just working on something. Come in, come in” I pushed him to the living room as he entered my house, he said nothing about the messy room, after all, his house was not the model of cleanliness, “so what’s this new project about?” he said, “I have decided that I had it with this whole corporate woman thing so I’m going back in time” I said exited, “um Fanny please tell me you are to trying to buy some time machine from some geek at eBay”, “of course not, I will change my ways to be a more well rounded human being and at a slower pace, the only problem is, I still need money to live, so I’m searching the net for some sort of sponsor for that sort of thing”, he looked at me confused, “how far back in time are you trying to go?”he asked, “well I’m planning to go to the long lost land of Austen”,  he smiled to me proving that he knew what I was talking about after all he had been the victim of my Austen marathons. When I was fifteen Elliot had accompanied me to visit my grandmother for the weekend, she was growing more sick everyday so I wanted to spend some time with her, when we got there she was to tired to actually go out and do anything so she asked me to read to her, there it was on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, a nineteen twenties edition of pride and prejudice. When the weekend was over my grandmother gave me the book and my obsession with Miss Austen had started and Elliot was right there with me every time I got a new item.

“So you finally did it, you finally cracked, believe me Fanny, I knew this day was coming” he said in a sarcastic tone of voice.”So you need someone to help you financially, for how long?”, “well I don’t know really…”, “ok well what are the benefits for this sponsor person?”, “well, I haven’t really thought about that…” he looked at me with reproachable look, “Elliot I just thought about it I don’t have all the answers right now.”

He walked towards the kitchen to prepare himself something to eat, I dare not follow him to see what he would do to my kitchen, so I sat down and started my search on Google, ”How’s the search going?”, “not to well I can’t find anything… maybe if I write to the Jane Austen Society they can help”, “Fanny, don’t be dumb, you don’t need to look for any sponsor”, “why not?”, I asked scared, here we go I had finally drove him crazy with all my Jane Austen ideas, he is ready to take me to a shrink, he came into the living room with a sandwich in his hand, it maybe realize I only had bread and ham on my fridge and that was with a job, he was going to be right it was a stupid idea I couldn't  live both lives, there’s a reason why people have real jobs now, I should have been looking for a job all afternoon instead of fantasizing, I looked at him ready for his lecture, “Fanny there’s only one thing to do, I will be your sponsor”, I was completely speechless, “but if we are going to do this, we are going to do it the right way, I’m going to have to move in”, now I was really speechless, “you live in this big house with three bedrooms just for you and I have the same thing, I can’t help you and pay my own way. So we will be roommates, but remember you are the lady, and I’m the man of the house”, I couldn't keep a straight face, more than the man of the house he would be my child, I didn't think  I was ready to raise a child much less a teenager. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea”, I said.”Look you do your regency thing, I’ll bring home the bacon, and you’ll just have to cook it”. I wasn't sure if he was taking this seriously or if he was making fun of me, after all, he wasn't much of a working man, he had his own business were he didn't do much, his family money had allowed him to leave without much responsibility and now, he was willing to throw his random trips to the beach in the middle of the afternoon and his drinking at Pete’s on a Monday night just because he was bored , all to help me, there had to be a catch. “what is it that you want in return?”, he looked at me seriously, he had never looked at me that way before, “when was the last time I helped you and asked for something in return?”, I had just offended my best friend, the one who had been there for me no matter what, all because I was so used to hidden agendas from people I forgot he wasn't one of them, “I’m sorry Elliot , you are right, thank you for helping me”.

I hardly slept that night, Elliot was going to move in the next day, I had never lived with anyone and although he was my best friend I couldn't help but think that money always gets in the way of friendships and thrown in the fact that we would be living together, I didn't know if our friendship would survive it.