A/N: IMPORTANT! Hi all! Yes, that's right. This is my other story. If you are wondering about Boulevard of Broken Dreams, don't worry I'm still doing it. But I have this story for a while now and I just thought why not just post it, you know? ;)

Anyways, this one of Narnia fanfiction is not very common or usual like other Narnia fanfictions you must have read before. As you know, I'm a huge fan and also SHIPPER of Edmund and Lucy. I'm making this story because I want to put my love for them through this story, let's just say like a dedication. haha.

And for all of you who think 'Omg, this is not a Narnia fanfiction. Where are the intrinsic elements of a Narnia fanfiction should have?: setting, time, characters, etc.' or 'you are just taking the characters and making a totally different story out of Narnia.' 'This is more like an American accent.' Yes, I'm not responding to this kind of comment and there will be some points where you can still see the realness of the characters based from the books/movies. for YOUR information. I mean come on, this is called a fanfiction. Be creative.

I'm just making this story to a whole new level, takes place in 21st century and a lot more modern where the plot is obviously really different. But I'm not removing and changing each of the Narnia characters' real personalities from the books or even movies. Now, this is the interesting part. Lucy will still be that insecure and shy little Lucy, Peter will still be that bossy yet generous brother, and so on. I have seen a lot of people (long time ago, might take a while for you to search the whole Narnia fanfiction to find it) who had made this kind of fanfiction and they got good responds. They still had the Narnia characters' personalities real, just like in the books and in the movies. And also, the books or even movies didn't exactly tell more detail or specifically about the characters' hobbies. So, I'm taking it all from the Actors and Actresses real hobbies. Like, in real life. See? That's a good mix there. lol

Warning: If you don't like this story from the first place, please leave. For those who like it, please stay. Because I have a lot of the chapters finished :)

Chapter 1

"Wakey wakey." the familiar voice of my brother made me groan. I tugged on sheet to bury my face.

"Go away." I grumbled under the sheet, not really welcoming the thought morning had come and soon enough I have school to go to. Turning my back towards Peter I heard a sigh and then footsteps leaving the bedroom. YES.

I smiled to myself with my eyes still shut. I was beginning to like where this was going when suddenly my comfortable dreamy world turned into an icy cold one, when I felt the wet and freezing water hit my skin, "NOOO!" I sat up, anger really was written all over my face as it was heating up. When I opened my eyes, I found Peter already stood there next to my bed holding an empty gray bucket over me. He grinned in satisfaction while I only glared at him the best I could, "You evil brother! Get out of here!" my scream echoed the room, maybe the hallway too. Sitting up I wiped the water away from my face in annoyance. "Ugh!" I cursed under my breath.

Peter only shrugged lazily not really caring about his little sister soaking wet in the morning, I mean when I said morning it was only 5:30 or some sort. "Just wanted to make sure you're not going to be late for your first day to your new school."

"It's only 5:30, look at the clock." I tossed him my pillow which he caught well and I groaned. Why do I have to get stuck with the brother who's go at sports?

"Mother said better prepare the first two hours before actually going. You know, she's got a point. I mean it's America, everything is different here."

"Don't talk about differences when I just want to curl back. Let me have a nice sleep for once!" I whined like a two year old baby.

"Don't care, she wants you ready." He tossed back my pillow at me and hit my face and I growled at him. He just put that playful smirk of his on and stomped out of my room without even feeling guilty.

Combing my hair after taking a shower, I put on my simple t-shirt and a pair of dark washed jeans; not forgetting about my black leather jacket, which is my favorite since my father gave it to me when I turned sixteen last month. I was beginning to wonder if I already look that old? I mean it was only sixteen but yet I look seventeen or eighteen.

But as I saw my reflection on the mirror what I really saw was a normal sixteen year old girl, who happened to have a lot of freckles on her face, a tiny gap between her front teeth, and a messy wild brown hair. Maybe my hair was the only thing I love from myself but then again it's me. I can't possibly hate myself for how I look, can I? God, I just wish I could be like those top models and celebrities on magazines who were fortunate enough to be born perfect.

I rushed downstairs and skipped the last two stairs and landed on the wooden floor. I yawned as I stuffed a cracker into my mouth that I took on the high counter in the kitchen. It was like a tiny bar really, with it's height probably the same as my chest and those few high chairs. I sat on the chair and lazily grabbed Peter's cereal bowl while he was just eating it and he eyed me dreadfully as I took the spoon from his hand too and started enjoying my practical breakfast. "Hey, that's mine!"

"Remember earlier about my soaking wet bed? Yeah, that's mine." I said sarcastically to him and he just rolled his eyes.

"Come on Lucy, don't do that to your brother. Give it back." Helen, my mother said so nicely. She's always been a good mother to both of us.

"Mom, he threw a bucket of icy water on me!"

"It was worth it." Peter smirked as he sipped his orange juice.

"I was having a nice sleep!"

"You didn't happen to forget about school, did you?"

"Mom!" I turned my head to my mother for some defense, but she did nothing.

"Peter is going to take you to school." mother said.

"Where is dad?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. Usually back in England my father would drop me and Peter to school since Peter hadn't got his license back then and hadn't got himself a car. But now that my father happened to be busy after his office transferred him here, he had didn't even have enough time to drop us off on our first day to school.

"He just went like a few minutes ago. He said good luck fpr your first day."

"Well, he is going to pay for this." I muttered under my breath, really the thought of going to school with Peter gave me a nasty feeling in my stomach. Bet a thousand pennies he could manage to hit a traffic light and get both of them killed.

"Mom, I'm not driving today. My friend is going to pick me up. I don't know the way to school, I can barely read the map." Peter said as he adjusted his backpack.

"Pick us up you mean?" I threw him a death glare and he shrugged.

"You already got yourself a friend? That's a good step." My mother said as she was cooking her egg on the heated pan.

"We met online actually back in England. Happened to be one of the students in Hamilton High School. Guess luck is with me this time."

"So, what about me now?" I turned my head to my mom and my evil brother back and forth like my life was about to end in fifty seconds.

"You're going with me silly." He ruffled my hair and I shoved his hand away.

"Get your hands off me! I'm still mad at you. Didn't you get the hint?"

Peter just chuckled, probably over how silly I'm behaving. A few minutes later, a sound of door being knocked was heard and Peter went to open the door. He brought a tall guy, but still smaller than him, into the room. The guy had dark messy hair and brown eyes. Freckles around his nose was pretty clear seen from where I sat and he pursed his lips in awkwardness. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt that he rolled up half sleeve, and a pair of jeans with some black converse. God, the guy seemed to love black so much.

"Mom, Lucy, this is Edmund. He attends Hamilton High School too." Peter introduced him to me and my mom and I found myself frozen. The guy was cute. I wondered how Peter could manage to find cute friends all over the places he went.

I pulled my hands into the sleeve of my jacket and hugged my knees in the back of the car, which happened to be my brother's new best friend's car.

"You're cold already?" Peter asked looking back at me. I ignored him but just sent glares at him the whole time in the car, even though most of it he didn't see. I looked out the window and found the street was still deserted. Where they actually going to school this early? And his little new friend just obeyed like that to pick him up this early? Was he Peter's slave or some sort?

I snorted.

"What was that?" Peter asked, looking back again.

"Nothing. Just, something crossed my mind. It was kind of funny." I played innocent. Peter just shook his head and turned his head again, "How long does it take to get to school?" I suddenly found myself asking. Maybe because no one in the car really talks. Did Peter's new friend happened to be shy? Maybe?

"Thirty minutes. That's why we had to get up earlier than usual. We will be doing it everyday."

My eyes widen when Peter said that, "Thirty minutes? That is just too long! How can we survive?" I sighed and sunk into the seat helplessly. I'm pretty much a lazy girl and the thought of waking up early everyday didn't really support the absolute fact.

"Don't worry, you know we get the car soon. Edmund picked us up today just to lead the way so I can memorize it and I can drive us to school tomorrow."

I didn't answer. It was a lot more awkward in the car than I had thought. Edmund did open his mouth a few times to talk about sports with my brother and how he didn't expect him to move to America and they could finally meet. It was ironic.

We arrived thirty minutes later, yes thirty minutes. Such a long ride for school. I got out of the car and waited until Peter came out. The school was already flooded with students here and there making fuss and playing with each other. With a bunch of different cliques hanging around every corner of the room. The nerd one, the charming guys one, the bitchy one, and there it goes the cheerleader clique, so surprisingly walking towards where me, Peter, and Edmund stood.

Peter and Edmund, of course as friends who just met in real life after spending a lot time talking via internet, chatting along like there was no tomorrow. Leaving me alone standing awkwardly behind them. At least they could cover me from that cheerleader clique who were approaching with playful and flirty smirks on their faces.

"Hey Edmund!" the girl who looked like the leader of the clique tapped Edmund in the shoulder.

"Uh, hi Gwen." Edmund replied uncomfortably.

"So, this is your new friend?" the blonde girl turned to look at Peter who was now shoving his hands into his pocket. Apparently, Edmund had told his fellows about Peter coming to Hamilton High School for senior year. It wasn't in my surprise as I knew they were best friends.

"Yes. Meet my best friend, Peter Pevensie," Edmund patted Peter's back and turned to me, "And this is Lucy Pevensie."

I curled my lips in awkwardness. I'm not used at people introducing me to others. I'm not used when a surprisingly hot guy does that either.

Wait, what? No. I did not just say Peter's best friend is hot.

"Hi, I'm Lu-" I stopped in the middle of introducing myself to the girl when I realized something and turned to Edmund, "How did you know my name?" I remembered I didn't introduce myself to him at home, nor that I did so in the car. Peter was the one who introduced him to me and my mother earlier.

"Well, you are Peter's sister after all." He shrugged.

"Yeah but we didn't-"

"Anyways Ed, let's go inside, shall we? Bring your new friend with us." The blonde girl winked at Peter and my eyes shot her a dreadful glare. Unfortunately she didn't see that. My eyes then went straight to a girl behind her. Tall, brunette, long hair, brown eyes, and overall just beautiful. Yes, she looked beautiful. Even though she had freckles like mine, hers made her face look beaming in beauty. It didn't happen to me.

I was pouting inside my head.

"Hey hey hey, what's up?" A gentle voice echoed the air. A guy with curly brown hair wearing somewhat like a soccer jersey came into sight. "Edmund buddy! This is Peter?"

"Yes, it's Peter. Peter, meet Jack. He is one of my friends."

"Hi, I'm Peter Pevensie. Nice to meet you." They shook hands.

"I'm Jack Marvel," he said and his eyes landed on me, "And who might you be?"

"I-I-"

"She is Lucy, my sister." Peter cut off. A protective tone sounded clear in his voice.

"My my, you have a beautiful little sister." Jack slid his arm around my shoulders and I blushed. I had never been treated like this by a guy before, except well, my own brother. But that doesn't count. "So, what should I call you? Lu, Lucifer, Lu-"

"It's just Lucy. I have no other nicknames."

"Well, if you say so." He shrugged.

"Um, can you get your arm-" Peter was about to say something but Edmund elbowed him hard in the ribs, making him groan. I peeked from the corner of my eyes that Edmund was whispering something to Peter and soon I found him burst out laughing, holding onto his stomach and I swore he was crying too. What did Edmund tell him anyways?

"Haa, right right. At least I shouldn't be worried then if he is around her." Peter said, sweeping a tear away with his finger.

I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Edmund didn't bother to tell me did he? Oh well, what was I expecting? He was not my best friend, he was Peter's best friend.

I found Jack's arm still wrapped around my shoulders. He happened to talk with a few girls who approached us earlier. I rolled my eyes, guessing probably he was just one of those flirty jackass guys.

The bell rang for first period and I saw Peter and Edmund already stepping forward towards the school building. I yanked Jack's arm off my body, muttering sorry before I try to catch up on the two figures in front of me.

What a shock though, I was sure I caught Edmund turning his head around to see me and smiled at me.

My eyes scanned the massive room of the cafeteria shyly. Being a new girl didn't sound very easy to me. Especially when you have to deal with the strange murmurs when you walk by. Peter had gone off with Edmund somewhere, leaving me absolutely clueless with my life. I haven't made any new friends yet so I was a little bit lost and it definitely gave me more pressure. Now I have to sit alone in the cafeteria like a lost puppy.

And then my gaze landed at the two figures I was thinking of, just walked into the cafeteria. They sat in the table of the soccer team and the girls started to whisper and batting their eyelashes like wild dogs as the two figures joined them. I saw Peter got along with it and blended with whatever the conversation the group was having easily, like they had known each other for an eternity.

"So much for being a good brother," I muttered under my breath, playing with my carton milk.

I was so annoyed when suddenly I felt like a liquid was spilled at my black converse as I stuck that one foot out from under the table. I stood up and gasped when I looked at who did it. It was that cheerleader blonde, gasping down at my spilled shoes in such a fake expression. I was glaring at her honestly, but I didn't know if she notices. Too busy making a drama show, I think.

"Oops! Sorry, didn't see that coming."

I kept my head down, didn't exactly know what to say or do. I was the new girl, she was the queenbee. Guess I'll just let the water flows. "I-I.."

"Next time, please don't block my way like that again." She squinted her eyes on me and my eyes widen. I nodded as I curled my lips and she smirked, "Come on girls." She walked off, leaving me and my new wet converse alone in embarrassment. Everyone saw that, I didn't know if Peter did but his voice was nowhere to be heard.

"Are you alright?" a soft voice caught my ears and I turned around to see a girl, taller than me, long shiny brown hair and a pair of beautiful brown eyes. She was the girl I was admiring at the parking lot this morning. The girl Peter was looking at without even blinking. I recognized her with her charming and welcoming smile.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine."

"Here," she gave me a tissue from her pocket and I took it gladly, my cheeks reddened, "Next time she does that again, you better defend yourself."

I raised my eyebrow. She's a part of the group isn't she? But why is she telling me this and helping me for all I care?

"Any suggestions of good weapons?"

She giggled, "Glock 45." I stared at her wide-eyed, trying to register what she just said before she burst out laughing, "I'm just kidding!"

I let out a sigh of relief, didn't forget to throw her a smile, "I thought you were being serious."

"Do you even know what Glock 45 is?"

"I do. I have a big brother, you can tell the rest." I chuckled.

"Oh, yes. Peter's sister isn't it? I'm Susan," she handed me her hand and I shook it shyly, "Nice to meet you Lucy."

"N-nice to meet you too."

"Everyone's been talking about you, especially that girl that just spoiled you. She is Gwen. She thinks you've taken all of her spotlights in only a day. She was a bit pissed." She told me honestly and I didn't know what to say. So, there is really someone who even got jealous of me? Now that's new. As far as I know myself, I'm nobody compare to all the girls in this school.

"I didn't take her spotlights. I didn't do anything." I mumbled but loud enough for her to hear.

"You are hot, you don't have to do anything and everyone will lay their eyes on you for that." She winked and before I could answer to that she waved a hand at me and walked out of the cafeteria.

"What is her name again? Ten? Len?"

"Gwen." Peter rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. I hate her."

"You didn't tell me she did that to you. I could have thrown her a punch then."

"It will only draw more attention. Besides, you were busy socializing anyways." I said sarcastically as I gulped my chocolate milkshake.

There were a few things that I learned about Hamilton High School from my first day:

The students didn't happen to enjoy their school very much

All the girls have a crush at least at one of the boys in the Hamilton High soccer team.

I mean by at least at one of the boys, it was actually Edmund.

Yup. I haven't known Edmund that long, but I could come to the conclusion he is the most influential person in the school. Girls fall head over heels about this guy. That's why I could see all girls lining up behind him whenever he walks. It sounded dramatic, but that happened a few times. And they were actually batting their eyelashes uncontrollably when they saw Peter! Now, Peter being friends with the most popular guy at school got affected and got his own lined up girls. So much for being popular. But I was observing, the whole time they came into sight. When Edmund and Peter walked together side by side, Peter was the most cheerful one. Giving smiles here and there to everyone who greeted, different from Edmund. He was… so still. Maybe he smiled a few times but not as much as Peter did. He looked…

Dark.

And why did I say that honestly?

I hadn't gotten the chance to talk to Edmund since this morning when he introduced me to his friends. How did he know my name? Maybe it was just me who was being paranoid. Maybe Peter had told him long ago that he has a little sister named Lucy. Right?

I sighed as I rested my back on the counter in the kitchen. That was, when I flinched as someone shut the front door harshly, making a hell of a loud noise from it.

"Night snacks. Yummy." Edmund said holding at his little groceries full of snacks and a few cans of coke. He tossed his car keys on the table and put his belonging.

I was eying him intently. I didn't mean too, it was just sort of happened. I didn't know I had been staring at him for quite a while until he snapped his head up at me and raised his eyebrow. Probably finding me staring at him was scary. After all, he often got stares from the girls in Hamilton High everyday right? Either flirty ones or seductive ones..

"Are you alright?" he spoke up. Realizing it directed to me, I nodded my head and bit my lower lip in awkwardness. "Oh, do you want some coke?"

Peter came up behind him and slapped the back of Edmund's head hard, "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" Edmund groaned, I surprisingly chuckled silently at the two of them.

"Stop flirting with my little sister or else I'll strangle you." Peter joked and started to dip his hands into the groceries and got himself a coke.

"I'm not flirting, merely just being….friendly?" he shrugged and opened up his coke. "Besides, she got himself a guy already to hang around with." Edmund smirked at me.

"What guy?" my eyes twinkling in confusion.

"You know, Jack."

"Which Jack?"

"Uh, Jack the weirdo?" Edmund scoffed like there is only one Jack living in the universe which sadly isn't.

"What Jack? Which Jack?" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Just met today and now he was making a joke out of me.

"Jack Marvel! The one with curly hair? The one who was flirting with you in the parking lot?" he said to me indignantly and I chuckled. So much for being patient dealing with me.

"Oh, that Jack," I rubbed the back of my neck shyly, "I met a lot of Jack today actually."

"Shyut up?" Peter said as his eyes widen, struggling to swallow his donuts. After he could manage to swallow them all, he glared at me, "How could those guys get near you? I should have warned them!"

"Yeah, and leave your little sister being a spinster before she is dragged to her own grave." I said sarcastically to him.

"So, are you saying you already took an aim at one of the Jacks then? Which Jack? I only know three Jacks who are my close friends." Edmund teased me, earning a glare from me.

"No one. I didn't take aim at no one!" I said in frustration and was feeling a bit tired. Why all of sudden Edmund talks to me like we've known each other for a long time? I snorted. I didn't want to deal with Peter and Edmund at the moment anyways, or else I'll get a hideous headache so I started to walk out of the kitchen, not before Edmund called my name.

"Hey, Lucy!"

I turned my head lazily at him, "What?"

"That Jack Marvel, who was having you around him in the parking lot," he started and I could see Peter was already giggling silently, "He is gay."

I could feel my face heating up as he said that. Peter burst out laughing uncontrollably.

"WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS TO ME?!" I groaned as my face reddened.

"Just telling you a fact before you fall for him in a wrong way. We wouldn't want your heart get broken would we?" he winked at me.

"WHAT?! THERE IS NOTHING WRONG AT BEING TRUE TO YOURSELF!"

What? He thought I was having a crush on Jack just because he was flirting with me this morning? Well, at least I thought he was flirting!

And before my face could get any more red, I ran upstairs and slammed the door shut loudly, still hearing roars of their laughs downstairs.

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