Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia, but I think that you already knew that.
A/N Sorry for the wait, but I got a new computer, and well, I think you know how it is.
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Okay, so I have a little brother in my bed, and it's been 2 minutes, and I am already about to kill myself! Or better yet, him. Now, that's something to think about…
"Can I have some blankets?" Edmund asked, moving, yet again to face Peter.
"No." Peter said. Peter turned back over and laid down, feeling immediately guilty. And Peter didn't feel guilty. It had the same effect on him as a thorn stuck in your finger. The more you tried to get it out, the more it stuck in there, making it feel worse. "Why are you shaking?"
"I'm shivering." Edmund said.
Peter turned around, and saw that the boy was indeed shivering, though Peter was sure that he was acting it up. No one can shiver that much even if they were sleeping in the snow!
"Can I have some blankets, please?" Edmund asked.
"Okay just don't hog it!" Peter said. And don't play footsies with me!
Peter slowly drifted into sleep, but his brother next to him was twisting and turning around, trying to find a comfortable position for his poor head. After a while Edmund gave up and gently shook his brother, who woke up from his half-sleep.
"Can I have a pillow?" Edmund asked.
"No, I always sleep with two." Peter said.
"Well if you give me one, we'll each have one." Edmund said. Peter wished he would get just go to sleep. Why does he have to make everything so difficult?
"No, I'm good." Peter said
"I'm not." Edmund said, his voice had a slight begging edge.
"Go to sleep." Peter voice had a slight snap to it, something that was rare in the boy's voice.
"I can't with out a pillow." Edmund said, his voice now had a lot of begging in him.
"Fine, here" Peter said, and grabbed the pillow from under his head and handed it roughly to Edmund. "Now, shut up and go to sleep."
"Thanks, goodnight." Edmund said, snuggling down into the bed, now having full comfort.
"Whatever." Peter said. Why does he do this to me! It's all Mother's fault for spoiling the kid, giving him everything he wants from me!
Peter noticed a slight tickling on his stomach, like wool, or fur, but they didn't have a cat, only a fish, and nothing wool, at least not on his bed.
"What's that tickling me?" Peter asked.
"My teddy bear." Edmund said, in a now tired voice, he was probably half asleep.
"UHHH!!" Peter.
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Now, I want you to look at it from Peter POV, he got woken up from his sleep, from probably a long day at school, and had another to look forward to. If that happened, and then you had to share your bed, with a little kid, who is very annoying, well, you tend to get mad!
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