Harrow!

Hope you enjoy the EustaceXJill fanfic I've been wanting to write since a year ago. Decided to do it. Hahas, nowadays I feel like writing a lot. Just as well~

And BTW, this fic is going to be a multi-chap. My second one. Ever since I found out that I can't do multi-chaps. I just can't. But this is only going to be two chapters (maybe a third?) so yeah. :)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles Of Narnia.

I peek my head into the Home Economics room, where I can hear exasperated sighs emanating from. And those sighs sound a lot like a certain boy I know. And sure enough, it's him, his head resting on his palms while narrowing his eyes frustratedly at the book on the counter.

"I say, Scrubb, what are you doing?"

Then I notice the huge mess made. Brown gooey chunks splattered everywhere, bowls with weird mixtures n them, and egg yolk in Eustace's hair.

"OH!" He get's startled by my voice, and jumps around to face the doorway where I'm leaning against the frame. "Oh... it's only you, Pole. Seriously, haven't you heard of knocking?"

"No, sorry," I reply sarcastically, "what is this 'knocking' that you speak of?

He mutters something under his breath, and I make my way through the disaster zone to take a look at what dear Eustace is trying to prepare.

Judging by the colour of the goo everywhere, and of the page the recipe book is flipped to, I guess that it is chocolates he is failing to make.

A teasing smirk tugs at my lips. "So, chocolates, I see. Who might possibly be the unlucky girl this time?" Eustace has had a countless number of crushes in his lifetime, so this is actually a sight I'm used to.

"Oh, shut up already, because I'm not telling." He blushes a deep red. Shortly afterwards, he brightens up and says,

"But I'll tell you if you help me in making these damned chocolates!"

I immediately stick out my hand, and we shake on it. "It's a deal!" I laugh as I roll up my sleeves. Nothing to do for about two hours, anyway. Besides, I've made chocolates before.

"EUSTACE! You're supposed to SLICE UP THE BUTTER, instead of putting the WHOLE STUPID SLAB LIKE THAT!"

"Well, I'm sorry if I happen not to be an expert at chocolate making!"

"Haven't you done this for another on of your victims - I mean crushes, before?"

"...no."

"Oh well. At least keep your common sense in your head! You ought to have known that eggs were supposed to have their shells removed before being put in the mixture!"

"I'm sorry, alright? It's my first time, for Aslan's sake!"

*CRASH*

"EUSTACE! WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Nothing, I swear! I was just holding the dish and it slipped from my hands..."

And finally, the chocolates are in the oven, and the room is cleared up to resemble slightly what it was before Eustace came in.

"You see? You finally got it done!" I graze the back of my hand against my sweaty forehead, as Eustace washes the dirty bowls and tools and things. I hop off the counter I'm sitting on, and make my way to the sink, where he does yet another thing wrong.

"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU WASH CUTLERY! You really can be such a dunce sometimes. Here, let me help..."

I grab the beater he's holding and pick up the sponge from the sink. "Scrub it like that," I explain, "not like some crazed fisherman trying to reel in fish."

He tries to scrub it the way I did, and magically fails again. Groaning in exasperation, I grab his right hand, in which the sponge is held with, and guide his hand to scrub in between the gaps. Eustace is blushing a whole lot now.

And then I see why. My body is pressed against Eustace's back, and it's like I'm hugging him from behind.

I immediately jump away from him.

"Why... you... " I sputter, and give my best death glare at him. He faces me sheepishly, sponge still in his hand. I decide to let it pass (too embarrassing for us anyway). Then a thought pops up in my mind.

"By the way, you still haven't told me who the unlucky girl is," I smirk.

"Oh, erm, right."

*silence*

"SO?"

"You really haven't figured out yet?"

"I'm not a psychic! How am I supposed to know!"

Eustace is seriously getting me annoyed. Does he think I'm some sort of witch who can see into the future? I've been trying to guess the whole time I've been making the chocolates, but to no avail... I feel like going up to him and knocking him on the head.

I'm too anxious? Who, me? Pshh, why would I be *scoff* anxious?

I like Eustace? Who, me? Never!

Look at me. I'm talking to myself in my mind. And I'm lying to myself, too.

WHO AM I KIDDING? I LIKE EUSTACE!

WHEE~!

Sorry if the end is semi anti-climax. And the story isn't that long. At first it was this whole thing where Jill rejected Eustace, but I absolutely hated that and had no idea where to go. So I deleted this whole chunk, and here you are.

Meanwhile. Thanks for reading. :) Hope you enjoyed it!

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