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"I don't even know anymore. I'm so confused. I keep getting fantasy mixed up with reality…" Peter let out a frustrated breath and sighed heavily, slouching into the couch and mumbling to himself. His younger brother, who sat across from him on the armchair, furrowed his eyebrows together in deep thought, trying to help out his brother.

"Maybe…" Edmund said, raising one eyebrow so high it disappeared under his bangs. A smile twitched at the corners of his lips making Peter's heart do a little jump. Maybe his brother had a logical explanation for all of this! Excited, Peter leaned towards Edmund, his eyes alight. Edmund seemed to just get happier and happier much to Peter's confusion. "Maybe you're…" Peter couldn't take it anymore. His heart was pumping faster and faster like a horse galloping. His stomach was doing uneven flip flops, and all of a sudden— "You're probably going crazy!" Edmund finally said, shouting his answer to the whole house. He jumped up from where he was, smiling and jumping around; Peter almost thought he looked like an elf of some sort. Peter's hopes plummeted and took a nosedive to the ground before he narrowed his eyes at Edmund. And here he thought his brother might be intelligent enough to come up with a decent answer. Anger coursed through his body.

"Why you little…" Peter was so angry, he didn't even get to finish his sentence before leaping over the ottoman, the only thing that was separating Peter from strangling his little brother. Edmund let a heart-stopping shriek of fright at seeing his angry brother lunge for him, and quick as lightning, Edmund's reflexes told him to duck so Peter ended up jumping over him and onto the armchair where Edmund once was. Scrambling up, Edmund made a mad dash for the stairs with his very angry brother short behind him. "I'm going to get you!" Peter scowled at Edmund, yelling loudly to the Just King. Edmund loved this game. A light twinkled in his eyes as Peter made another lunge for him, but Edmund was still quicker. He evaded Peter easily, ducking smoothly before laughing loudly and giving Peter a shove. Edmund stuck his tongue out at his older brother before running to his room and slamming the door. Sighing, Peter rolled his eyes at Edmund.

"What is going on in here?" Mrs. Pevensie raised an eyebrow and made her way into the parlor, sounding a bit exasperated at her two boys. She caught sight of Peter standing at the foot of the stairs, glaring up at Edmund's door hoping to set fire to it mentally. "Peter!" she said sternly, putting her hands on her hips and looking at her eldest son. Peter turned, his face immediately turning from anger to shock in just moments. He stuttered as his mother awaited his response.

"N-Nothing, Mum," he said, finally finding his voice. Helen Pevensie was not convinced. Her eyebrows seemed to jump up towards her hairlines. She looked very skeptical but just pursed her lips in thought before sighing and shaking her head, turning away and going back to the kitchen while mumbling to herself about the ruckus Peter and Edmund were making.

"Nice one, Pete." The voice made Peter look up in confusion, but his eyes only darkened when he saw it was Edmund. He was peeking his head out from his door, laughing hysterically at the sight he just saw. Peter's anger which had left soon returned abruptly, and Peter almost charged up the stairs to strangle his little brother until he saw Lucy walking down the stairs giving the two questioning stares.

"What on earth are you two up to?" Lucy asked, her voice stopped by her laughter. It must've been a comical scene to stumble across really: two boys, one glaring at the other and the younger who was smiling cheekily at him. Peter shot yet another death glare at Edmund who just blew his raspberry at him. oh dear, it would be a loooooong day…

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"Oh dear God, kill me now!" the exasperated voice came from the table across Peter. "Peter!" when his name flew off her tongue, Peter was snapped back to reality. He looked up to see the frustrated face of his partner, to his dismay, was Patty Henderson. Her small and upturned nose was scrunched up angrily, and she reached across the table to smack Peter's hand.

"Hey! What was that for?" Peter asked, pulling his hand away from her reach and glaring at her. The girl's blue eyes narrowed in response, and she grit her teeth at Peter, putting both hands on the table and snarled at him.

"Focus." That was the only word she said. Peter was about to say something, but then, he snapped his mouth shut. Patty gave him a triumphant stare, and Peter finally snapped out of his daze.

"Wipe that smug smile off your face, Patrice," he sighed, combing a hand through his hair with an annoyed flair. Patty turned away from him, crossing her arms across her chest. She let her curly blonde hair fall into her face so Peter couldn't look at her.

In case you haven't already noticed, there was a little spark that went off between Miss Patrice Henderson and Mr. Peter Pevensie. The fact that they've courted for awhile in the past and have broken up can only explain their sudden tension and anger to one another. Not that Patty wanted Peter to break up with her. Peter had said that he "needed to sort out his priorities" before he got himself involved in a serious relationship. It had been a tearful breakup, well on Peter's side, but he was surprised Patty had taken it well. She had just nodded before turning around and walking away. But that was before he called her back and also told her he was breaking up with her because he thought she was self-absorbed. That ended with Patty slapping at Peter and stomping away. Edmund had laughed so hard when Peter had told him what happened. After awhile, Patty went from ignoring to him to just looking at him every once in awhile, curious to see what he would do next. It was obvious to everyone that she obviously still had feelings for him.

"Just get to work idiot," Patty muttered, sticking her tongue out at Peter. She didn't particularly like her name: Patrice. Peter on the other hand had told her that it was a lovely name, claiming that it meant 'noble', but who was she to listen to him? After all, Peter Pevensie was as some would say he was: drop-dead-gorgeous-knight-in-shining-armor-blue-ey ed-prince. Huffing, Patty turned away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and sticking her pencil behind her ear. Listening to Professor Bones intently, Patty hurriedly turned back to her paper and scrawled down what he had just said before glancing up at Peter from the corner of her eye. She couldn't help it; she just took a quick peek at his face before blushing visibly and looking back down. "Did you write that down, Peter?" she asked him without looking up at him. Her voice was frustrated. Arching an eyebrow at her, Peter hunched over his paper and copied down what Professor Bones was saying.

At the moment, the class was working on a little experiment with partners. It so happened that this would be going on for the remainder of the semester. It just so happened that Patty and Peter were paired up.

"Just my luck that I happened to be partners with the most annoying and insufferable boy in the whole planet!" Patty muttered to herself, shaking her head which made her blonde locks bob around her face. Peter looked up from his paper, startled at first before the corners of his mouth twitched in a forming smile.

"What did you say?" he asked quietly, leaning forward so their noses were almost touching. Patty looked up, shocked to see his face just centimeters from hers. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his ocean blue eyes. Finally, breaking the trance, her eyes traveled down conspicuously to his lips. She could just move her head towards his and their lips would touch. It took all her willpower to stay stationery.

"Nothing," Patty said stiffly, glancing back at him. His expression told her that he was slightly amused, but all of a sudden, Peter pulled back, sighing. Patty looked down at her paper. Suddenly her cursive writing about Professor Bones's lecture on anatomy had become so much more interesting…

Peter sighed. When he stared into Patty's face, truly he was hoping to get over the fact that he would never see Jane Doe again, but looking into her eyes that so resembled his, the mystery girl's face popped into his mind, and he sighed loudly, slumping into his seat, confusion overtaking him. He stole a quick glance at Patty, who was sitting quietly across from him. he knew he didn't want to hurt her again, and just flirting with her would probably make Patty get the wrong idea as well. Peter truly wanted to try and fall back in love with Patty again because he knew he was probably going crazy like Edmund had told him the night before. He was hoping she would be able to snap him back into reality when he was dreaming about Narnia, when he could never go back again.

Flashback

Peter was quiet for a moment before he looked to Aslan. The Great Lion was staring at him, an impassive expression on his sublime face. Not coming back? The words stung. It was as if he had been hit in the face. Now Peter had been wounded a lot in battles, but this…? This was worse than it all combined. There was a rock in his chest, weighing him down. Peter looked over at Susan, who was on Aslan's other side. Her hand was clutching the lion's mane tightly so her knuckles turned white. Her blue eyes shone, but not because she was happy, but because she was sad. Peter could see that his sister was on the verge of tears.

"So we're never coming back…? Ever?" Peter asked, finally finding his voice. The three walked in silence through the castle. Aslan let out a breath, and it tickled Peter's cheek, making a warmth course through his body. Aslan didn't say anything, and Peter was silently begging him to speak. Susan swallowed the lump in her throat, but as she attempted to even say anything, Peter could tell she was on the verge of tears.

"A-Aslan?" that was the only word the Gentle Queen was able to say without losing her head.

"Like I said before, Queen Susan," Aslan said softly, "You have learned everything that you could from Narnia. Now you and Peter need to live in your own world."

Peter didn't want to go back. But there wasn't anything he could do to prevent it either.

"Peter Pevensie!" Peter was snapped back into reality by Patty. He smiled sheepishly at her, looking down nervously. Clearing his throat loudly, Peter sighed to himself, no longer paying attention to the lecture.

If anything, the High King was just infuriated with himself. He was mad at Professor Bones for letting him see Jane Doe. He was mad at her because she was so mysterious and captivated him. He was mad at himself for saving her. He was mad at Patty for being so gorgeous. And before he could comprehend what was happening, Peter Pevensie had reached over the table and kissed Patrice Henderson squarely on the lips…

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