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September 19, 2017
September 15, 2017
"As human beings we have a responsibility. To learn about what life is like for other people...."
- The Adventures of William Fitts
September 3, 2017
An excerpt from The Adventures of William Fitts“Darcy! And Lizzy, and Will, how wonderful it is to...
An excerpt from The Adventures of William Fitts
“Darcy! And Lizzy, and Will, how wonderful it is to see you all!”
There was only one person who could ever sound that genuinely enthusiastic, and it was Charlie Bingley, Darcy’s best friend. He beamed as he came into the dining room, pulling Darcy into a tight hug before greeting me and Lizzy with more affection than I thought was strictly necessary.
“How’s Jane?” said Lizzy, asking about her sister and Charlie’s girlfriend.
“She’s doing wonderfully,” he gushed. “She sends her apologies that she couldn’t come tonight, she organised a charity gala for tonight. But had she known you would be here, I’m sure she would have worked something out!”
Someone cleared their throat behind Charlie. Standing in the doorway was a tall, beautiful woman, with short black hair and skin as dark as Charlie’s. She was effortlessly stylish in a figure-hugging, bright blue dress, with stilettos to match.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Charlie. “This is my cousin, Caroline. Caroline, you’ve met Darcy – and this is Lizzy, and Will.”
“H-h-hi,” I stammered out, waving awkwardly. I desperately racked my brains, hunting for something to say, but Caroline obviously wasn’t interested. Instead she was very obviously eyeing up Lizzy, taking in everything from her brown hair to her flat ballet-pump shoes.
“So,” said Caroline, syrup dripping from every syllable. “You must be my replacement.”
August 19, 2017
An excerpt from The Adventures of William FittsEvery morning for the past few months, the flat had...
An excerpt from The Adventures of William Fitts
Every morning for the past few months, the flat had been filled with
the smell of breakfast – despite having lived together for almost four months
and been together for eleven, Darcy and her girlfriend, Lizzy, still made each
other breakfast in bed whenever possible, and I have been witness to more than
one argument about who should cook for the other one. I could say
whole-heartedly that the morning was better when Lizzy cooked; the flat would
be filled with the wonderful aroma of bacon or eggs or waffles, unlike the
strange odour of bad egg that I associated with Darcy cooking.
On that particular Saturday in
the middle of November, I woke up to the smell and sizzle of sausages and fried
eggs. There’s nothing like the prospect of a fantastic breakfast to drag you
out of bed first thing in the morning. Making a mental note to start watching
my weight next week, I threw on my dressing gown and made my way to the
kitchen.
“Morning, Will,” Lizzy greeted
as I tried my best to casually saunter in the kitchen. She had her blue
police-box apron on over her pyjamas, concentrating on the frying pan she had
over the stove. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah, not bad,” I said,
switching on the coffee machine and leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Yourself?”
I pretended not to notice Lizzy turning a brilliant red as she replied,
“Yeah, pretty good.” She cleared her throat, taking the pan off the stove and
turning to the plates she’d already laid out. “Sausages?”
“If there’s any going spare,” I said, trying not to look to eager.
“Of course there are,” she grinned mischievously. “Honestly, you’d
think I didn’t know you and your appetite.”
As I dug into the plate she handed me, I was grateful – not for the
first time that week – that Lizzy’s dad had taught her how to cook.
“I’ll take these through,” she said, picking up two of the three other
plates. “Jordan probably won’t surface for a few hours, so don’t go eating his
breakfast!”
I made some sort of disgruntled noise through a mouthful of egg as
Lizzy disappeared back to Darcy’s room, and I couldn’t help but wonder when,
exactly, she’d become the mother of the house.
Lizzy and Darcy moving in together (or ‘The Larcy Project’, as Jordan,
Darcy’s brother, called it) had, so far, been smooth sailing, which was
surprising to everyone involved. As disgustingly perfect for each other as they
were, both of them had very strong, often clashing personalities. For the first
few months after they met, it was virtually impossible to have them in the same
room for any extended period of time. As Darcy came into the kitchen, a bounce
in her step as she hummed the latest catchy anthem that had been playing
endlessly on the radio, I couldn’t help but dread the moment that their
honeymoon period ended.
“You’re in a good mood,” I
commented as Darcy poured her coffee, tossing her annoyingly immaculate hair
over her shoulder.
“Any reason I shouldn’t be?”
“Just a comment,” I shrugged.
“It’s nice to see you so happy, that’s all.”
She smiled at me over her mug,
raising an eyebrow. “I’ve been ‘so happy’ for a while, you know.”
August 18, 2017
"Darcy had calmed down, sitting on the big armchair across from the tree and pulling a giggling Lizzy..."
- Please send help, my own characters are too damn adorable
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August 11, 2017
Coming soon!
When Will Fitts was fifteen, he made a list of everything he
wanted to do before he was twenty-five. Now, with less than six months to go,
he and his friends Darcy, Lizzy, and Jordan, are on a mission to make sure he
can accomplish the dreams of his younger self.
But crossing off everything on the list means revisiting
Will’s past, including some demons that he’d rather forget.
The Adventures of
William Fitts is a sequel to The
Story of Lizzy and Darcy.
August 10, 2017
Watch this space!
August 4, 2017
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