Author's Note: REALLY sorry about the wait! I have been really busy with Christmas preparations and present buying, so now I can finally sit down and get this chapter out. Thanks to the awesome authors and other people who reviewed chapter 1.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, only the plot of this story.
Chapter 2: Lucy
I felt myself being shaken awake almost seconds after going back to my room.
Drowsily, I opened my eyes and saw Mum standing over me.
"Morning Mum" I yawned sleepily.
Mum just shook her head amusedly and walked out the door, presumably to wake up the boys.
Sighing, I got out of bed and changed, before walking down to breakfast.
Upon walking into the kitchen, I saw Susan sitting down on the lounge chair reading the latest magazine, and her mother was standing over the cooking breakfast.
I saw that Peter and Edmund weren't down yet. Smiling, I knew that they would stay in bed all day if they could. They were the kind that liked sleeping in late – of course, they always have been.
I however, was a light sleeper and it didn't take much to wake me up. Susan was another heavy sleeper. There was one time before we were shipped off to the country when the air raid siren was going off and Mum had to race upstairs and wake Susan up because if she hadn't, she would have slept right through.
Grinning, I took my bacon and eggs from Mum and sat at our small dining table opposite our TV.
Susan was sitting on our comfy green sofa reading a magazine and chewing her lower lip in thought. Her brown hair was neatly combed and tied back and her clothes were clean and not wrinkled.
She looked up at me and smiled in greeting. I gave her a small smile in return, and then returned to my breakfast. Mum was still humming away in the kitchen.
After breakfast, around ten o'clock, I stood up and returned my dirty dishes to Mum and helped her wash up. By the time she dismissed me, it was about ten past ten.
Mum apparently noticed this too, and sighed.
"Lucy darling, would you go and get those two lazy lumps that are your brothers out of bed" she said, turning to me and smiling.
Obliging, I stood silently and walked quietly upstairs, only to walk almost smack straight into Peter.
"Morning Peter" I whispered, wrapping my arms around his back.
"Hello Lu, were you just coming to wake us up?" he asked.
I glanced up at his face to see a mischievous grin on his slightly tanned face and a cheeky sparkle to his sky blue eyes.
"Well, yes I was, but –" I said, not quite understanding, but then I felt a wide grin curve my lips as I began to understand what he was getting at.
He smiled wider.
"Come on then" Peter took my hand and we tiptoed back to the boy's room.
He silently pushed the door open and we crept in.
Edmund was spread out on the end of his bed, asleep. His dark hair was sticking up in all directions and there were faint snores sounding in the otherwise quiet room.
"What are we going to do, jump or the Tickle Machine?" I asked cheekily.
Peter's grin went, if possible, even wider.
"You jump, I'll tickle" he whispered back.
I nodded. Running jumps were my speciality – other than throwing daggers – and I always used to do this in Narnia whenever someone needed waking.
I thought quickly about what would be the best target to aim for without hurting Edmund. Finally deciding on his left foot – which was the closest – I ran and jumped, landing precisely on my target.
He let out a quiet moan and rolled over to look at me, his eyes halfway between open and closed, but right at that second, Peter sprang into action, squeezing his lithe fingers into all of Edmund's most ticklish spots.
His eyes were definitely open now, and as I stood watching – laughing, but watching – he groaned good-naturedly and proceeded to get his fingers into Peter's pressure points.
After a few seconds of trying, and obviously seeing that he wouldn't win, Edmund sat up and rubbed at his dark chocolate eyes and stretched.
"Morning you two trouble-makers, may I ask, what are you doing in my room?" he asked, eyes now twinkling.
I couldn't stop myself from pouting at him.
"You let us in here last night!" I exclaimed.
I wasn't watching my brother for his reaction, but Peter later told me that his face had darkened and his eyes abruptly lost their twinkle.
"Yes, well, that's another story" he objected quietly.
I sighed, shrugged and skipped out of the room and back downstairs.
"Are they coming down now?" It was Mum.
I nodded, but at that moment, there was a fully exasperated cry from upstairs.
"Don't call me that!" Edmund's voice carried down the stairs loud and clear, I wouldn't be surprised if Aslan had heard it.
Loud footsteps then sounded down the stairs and a thoroughly amused Peter was sprinting past us – ignoring Mum's annoyed yell of "BOYS! No running in the house!" – hotly pursued by Edmund out into the garden, where Edmund suddenly leapt on Peter from behind, sending both of them to the ground in a laughing, panting heap.
Susan had left the living room at the noise and was now standing at the doorway shaking her head in amusement. Mum walked over and she was shaking her head and smiling.
I on the other hand, was grinning outright and I raced outside to hug both my brothers and then proceeded to have a full-on tag game that ended in a fierce Tickling Competition between me and my brothers.
This was a good day.
Sorry if the ending was a bit cheesy, but I still hope everyone enjoyed it! I PROMISE that I will post Chapter 3 of 'Amber's Prince Caspian Story' very soon; I just needed to get this out of the way because it wouldn't stop bugging me. Also, that chapter needs to undergo very SERIOUS revision.
Yours in writing,
Fan of the Just King.
