I am not done with my horror mystery story, but I'm stuck so I am starting a new fanfic. I probably shouldn't, but oh well.

Disclaimer :I own only OC's

A/N: This is a AU that takes place ten years later. There was no train crash.

"Luce, could I borrow your hairbrush?" My roommate Stephanie asked. I was laying on my bed in my dorm room reading a book.

"Sure!" I reply, sitting up. "It's in my bureau drawer, "Do you have a date tonight?" I ask curiously watching as Stephanie started brushing her hair and applying makeup. I have seen Susan do it a thousand times.

"You know," Stephanie said, screwing in some earrings. "Kevin was asking about you."

"Was he?" I asked blushing. I'm a bit surprised no boy has ever asked about me before.

Stephanie nodded as she sprayed some perfume on her wrists. "Smell that?" She asked, sticking her wrist under my nose.

I wrinkle my nose at the strong scent of lilacs and lavender. "A bit much." I say. "What do you mean he was asking about me? He's an upper classman. I'm underclass."

"That's what I heard." Stephanie shrugs, picking up her coat. "Will you be all right by yourself?"

I look at my friend. "Goodness, no ones asked me that since I was a little girl!" I giggle. "I'm eighteen and yes, I'll be fine. I'm going to read and curl up with a cup of tea."

As soon as the door closes behind Stephanie, I pick up my discarded textbook and start reading. The sound of rain pounding on the windowpane. I go over and open the window a crack. I love the smell of rain.

I am just about to open my book again when the phone rings. I pick it up. It's Edmund my older brother.

"Ed, hi!" I say happily, picturing my dark haired brother in his flat in London." What's going on? How come you're not studying?" Edmund is studying to be a lawyer.

"Because I have some news to tell you!" Edmund says." I'm engaged!"

I squeal loudly, wishing I could hug my older brother. "Oh! Edmund, that's fantastic! Really, it is! What's her name? When'd you meet?" I am full of questions like "does anyone else know? Does his fiancée know about Narnia?"

Edmund says no one else knows. I am the first person he told, and yes Lindsey (that's her name) knows about Narnia.

We talk for another hour before Edmund says regretfully that he should go because he does have to study for an exam that his professor is giving tomorrow.

I hang up the phone and flip on the telly "I Love Lucy" is on. It's an American show, but I don't mind.