Elliot brought a lot of boxes in the next day, he really was moving in. I gave him the keys to the house, so he could go get a copy first thing in the morning, so by the time I woke up he was half way thru getting his entire things in the house.”Good morning Fanny” he said as I walked down the stairs rubbing my face still trying to open my eyes completely, “Morning Elliot” I said in my sleepy voice. I walked towards the kitchen , half way thru I remember I only had bread and ham in the fridge, I was over eating sandwiches, so I turn back around, “ I’m going to the store, do you need anything?”, “You don’t need to go” said Elliot, “ no I really do, there’s nothing in there, remember”, “well look again”, I was too tired to disagree so I went back in the kitchen , opened up the fridge and there it was, beautiful food everywhere, one gallon of two percent milk and one whole, all kinds of  colors from the fruits and vegetables adorned the shelf’s , I opened my mouth surprised, “wasn’t I going to be the woman in the house” I said sarcastically , “I decided to give you a day off, we can start our little regency experiment once I’m moved in”. I reached out to Elliot gave him a hug and a kiss on the chick, “you are the best friend ever you know that don’t you?”, ‘well I try” he said as he continue with the moving.

As I started to get dress I decided to make a list of the things I really needed to do, after all if I wanted to do the Jane Austen thing I had to do it right.”What did a twenty something lady did at that time?”, as I was trying to figure it out panic entered my mind, how can I be so liberal with my regency dream, it went against all the rules of propriety. I realize that I had two options, was I going to be a single twenty something?, because if I was, I could go to as many balls as possible to snag a husband, but with Elliot in my house, was I supposed to act like I was married?, and if so, this would not be a realistic experiment since Elliot was not my husband, I realized I was not able to make my plan on my own, after all Elliot had become overnight a big part of it.

I went downstairs to help him get his things in order. I wasn’t sure if it was my new found laziness that I had experimented with the last couple of days or if it was the hottest day of the year, I felt tired very quickly and left most of the job to Elliot, he seemed to be breeze through the house moving boxes into the guest room. Since I wasn’t much help for the last couple of hours I decided to go to the kitchen and take advantage of all the food and cook a real meal. I wasn’t much of a cook but pasta was easy enough and Elliot wasn’t the fancy type so pasta, with canes tomatoes and cheese with a salad would be perfect. The kitchen started to filled with the delicious flavor of the garlic and the tomatoes, while the pasta was cooking I set the kitchen table with to table mats and two glasses of wine, I was already drinking mine when Elliot came in, he got really close to me as I was stirring the pasta in the pot, he leaned down to smell it and for the first time in my life I got goose bumps,  he was so close to me I could smell him and after all that work he smelled really good, his cologne was still working, I got nervous for a second, why was I getting goose bumps with Elliot, I though the experiment was going to my head or maybe the wine, I stepped away to get the plate, he walked over to the table seat down and I was free to serve dinner.

“There’s something we need to talk about “I said to Elliot as I place the plate in front of him, “what’s up?” he said in the most casual way, he obviously was not feeling any type of goose bumps like I did, I felt relieved, I calm down and set down to eat, deciding to blame the wine and the warmth in the kitchen for my weird moment with him and settle on figuring out my proper lady living arrangement with him.

“Well the boundaries of propriety prohibit me from sharing a living with a man who is not my husband and has no family relations to me”, Elliot looked at me with his eyes wide opened, after a second of silence he started laughing so hard it was difficult for me to say anything else, I started to laugh too, “well I guess I shouldn’t be surprise you picked up some to the Austen language, after all you have seen the movies enough times, haven’t you?”, he continue eating, I though ignoring my previous statement, as I was about to open my mouth again he spoke, “so what exactly do you want me to do, or in this case be?, what would be the appropriate solution?”, he stared straight to my eyes as always but this time my heart started to raise and my goose bump came back at the thought of him acting like my husband, “Well being my husband, would be the normal thing to do but it  is ridiculous and out of the question, so maybe some sort of relative?”, his eyes kept on me for a second, then went straight to his pasta as he continue eating normally, “well maybe some sort of distant cousin, maybe?”, “that a good idea, you’ll be my cousin, that how I will present you to society”, we continue eating in silence, Elliot was so hungry he didn’t say a word and I was so freaked out that had really nothing to say to him.

After dinner Elliot went straight to bed, I stayed downstairs cleaning, he had offered to help, but I was ready to be alone with my thought at that moment, so I said I wanted to clean, he gave me a smile knowing this was totally out of my character so he juts kissed me goodnight on the cheek and went upstairs. As I began cleaning I decided again to blame my nervousness with Elliot to the wine, the warmth of the room and to many regency movies and hurried up to go to sleep.

The night seemed long and I had one dream after another about Mr. Darcy, but his face kept changing, every guy I had ever been in a relationship with appeared as Darcy and in my last dream as I rejected Darcy and told him “…and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry” I looked into his eyes with rage and passion and saw Elliot standing as Mr. Darcy , as I realized who it was I woke up standing quickly from my bed as if I juts had  felt a giant bug between my feet, I was sweating so much I had to clean my face with my tank. I heard movement outside my door, I turned to see the  hall’s light on, “Fanny are you ok”said Elliot worried, “yes I’m fine, juts a bad dream go back to bed”, “are you sure?”he asked, I tried not to sound too freaked out, “yes really, good night”, “ok good night” he said as he started to walk  back to his new room. That must have been some wine I thought as I went to my dresser and took out clean pajamas.

The morning came and I felt much better I realize that my dream was telling me not to worry, the fact that I told Darcy/Elliot I didn’t want marry him was proof last night nervousness around him was to much wine and loneliness expression themselves so I definitely needed to submerge myself into a twenty something regency girl and find me some husband. “Good morning Elliot” I said watching him coming down the stairs as I seat on the couch writing a list of all my regency activities. “Is it a good morning?”He said, “What would give you a different idea?”, “oh I don’t know, maybe your weirdness at dinner or the bad dreams?” he had notice, “well that was last nigh, this is today and no more weirdness today I promise”. He looked at me but said nothing, “what are you doing there?” he looked at my list, “well it’s a list of all the things we have to do”,  I stood up and went to the kitchen I had prepare him lunch for work, “why don’t we talk about them when you come back from work”, “ok then , I’ll see ya later”, “bye”.