Meeting the Family

A/N: I do realize that in the book, Jill and Eustace refer to each other as Pole and Scrubb, but I prefer to use their first names.

This is my very first story posted on here, so please be kind.

Disclaimer: Just look at the pen name! Does it say C.S. Lewis? If it did, would he be posting fan fiction? I think not.

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Jill Pole was, on this October day, practicing the fine art of multi-tasking. She was attempting to pull on a sweater while wrapping a scarf around her neck and muttering incoherently to herself. "I'm going to be so late. Eustace expects me there in 15 minutes and we all know that it takes 10 minutes just to get to his house. Well, he could have informed me of that less than 30 minutes ago when he knows very well that I have a piano lesson then. Not to mention how very kind Mr. Anderson was, making me play absolutely everything, and if I had one mistake, just one, I got to start all over again." She now stopped her ranting to sigh. "Why didn't I just put the scarf on later? Now I have to take it all off again and redo it. I'm going to be so late…" (The writer here finds the need to redirect the reader to Jill's previous insightful conversation with herself, because she only repeated it here.)

When Jill finally got all her winter garments on to her liking, she yelled a good-bye to her mother and ran out the door. Three near-death experiences and five "I'm so sorry. I know, I should watch where I'm going" later, she arrived at the door of Eustace Scrubb's house. He had, 45 minutes ago, informed her that, since she wasn't doing anything that afternoon and his cousins were the only ones who knew about Narnia other than himself and Jill, he should introduce them. "Peter was the high king, so he'll probably have his own point of view. He's 16, by the way. Susan's 15 and she's sort of forgetting about it. Don't ask, she's a girl- I mean, an older girl! (Sorry, Jill, I didn't mean it that way.) Edmund is 12, and Aslan, well… I'll tell you about that later. Lucy, you shouldn't have any problems with, unless you insult Aslan, and I know you won't. She's 11. See you later." He had proceeded to call her right back and ask, "You do know where I live, don't you?" Jill had then assured him that yes, she knew exactly where his house was.

She was greeted, much to her happiness, by Eustace (she didn't much care for his parents). As they set off for the Pevensies' house, she asked what had happened to Edmund. He (Eustace) then explained that Edmund had betrayed his family, and Aslan, in a way, took the blame. "He'll probably tell you about it himself. That's why we're going, you know."

After this exchange, Jill then scolded Eustace in every way possible, short of violence, for not telling her about this earlier. He kept his head down the whole time, nodding at appropriate intervals, until Jill finally stopped and said, "What do you have to say for yourself?" Eustace nodded. "I said, what d'you have to say for yourself?!"She said, raising her voice now (Uh-oh). He responded eloquently with, "Of course, Jill, whatever you like." It was Jill screaming, "Eustace!" that made him look up. "Yes?" He said politely. "Eustace, were you even listening to me?" Jill said angrily.

"You want the truth?"

"Yes, Eustace, I would like the truth." She said with exaggerated control.

"Well then,……no."

Jill's shriek could be heard three blocks away. (The victims compared stories in the hospital when they were all suffering from broken eardrums.) She then proceeded to stomp her foot as hard as possible, causing a mass destruction of the line of ants within the general vicinity of her foot, and all the ants behind them to need extreme counseling after seeing the murder of cousins, aunts, and uncles; while Jill began hopping around on one foot from the pain that she had unknowingly caused herself.

Eustace however, somehow managed to remain unscathed. "I may have heard something about you being mad, but who made you mad, I don't know."

"You did; and I was, and still am, mad at you."

"Ah. Because I called in the middle of a piano lesson and you had hardly enough time to bundle up and have an insightful conversation with yourself?"

"No! I mean, yes!" She paused. "How did you know?" "Inside sources." Eustace replied as he steered them to a doorway and knocked on said door.

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A/N (continued): OK, as I said, this is my very first story, so...please, please, please, be nice. I'm sorry for any spelling errors that my wonderfully uncooperative computer didn't catch, I'm pretty good in spelling, but I just got this laptop and I'm not yet used to the smaller keys. Not to mention that I had an incident involving my hand coming into forceful contact with a tree, so my fingers hurt, one of them is bandaged up, and on top of that, the dryad in it's mad at me! Don't try that at home, kids.

Anyway, please review. I'm curious to know what you think, and I have no clue how to add chapters. So if anyone could tell me, I would be very thankful.