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EdmundPevensie for evermore: no, I made 'Jack Marvel' at last minute, it was just a spontaneous name that popped up in my head lol.

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Chapter 4

I found myself sitting on the bench near the soccer field. The book Mr. Tumnus gave me this morning was on my lap. Chewing my cookies wildly, I glanced up to see Peter was playing well enough in the field. And then my eyes landed on Edmund.

Peter and Edmund were a pretty good pair in the field, just like they were in everything. I was so glad that Peter finally found a good friend to hang around with. Edmund didn't seem to be like those annoying bad-influenced guys anyways. Although, they did hang around with those type of guys but it didn't change the innocence inside them one bit.

Anyways, I was there because apparently I had to wait until their soccer pratice's finished. I wish my house was just around the corner of the street so I could just drag my helpless feet there every time school ends. It sucked knowing I had to wait for Peter every time he had a soccer practice which surprisingly was a lot more often than I had ever thought.

"Lucy!" A voice called my name and I glanced around, just to find Samantha Henderson sitting at the higher blechers from me. I let out an awkward smile and waved a hand at her. I rolled my eyes as I turned to my book again. Why was she calling me anyway?

"Lucyyy!" She called for my name again, this time was a lot more like a whining baby because I ignored her first call completely just by waving my hand at her, which didn't work the way I expected.

"Samantha." I called her name and she giggled, gesturing me to join her.

I sighed, half-heartedly adjusting my backpack on my shoulder and walked up towards her. I sat down beside her and she squealed, covering her smiling lips with her hands. "Did I scare...you?" I asked in confusion.

"Nope. I'm just happy to have you sit next to me!"

Oh well, this was going even better.

"What are you doing here?" I found myself blurting out the question. I mean knowing a hot chick like Samantha lingering around the soccer field was clearly obvious. She was watching the soccer boys down there. I could see a few girls here and there giggling as they were watching the boys playing, all sweaty and looked hottie.

"I'm waiting for Edmund." She giggled.

I raised my eyebrow, somehow I felt my chest was being hit by something hard. "E-edmund? Hm." I bit my lower lip. What's wrong with me?

"I'm going to take him out for ice cream. Isn't it great?" She said so innocently that I just ran a hand through my head and nodded in agreement.

"So, how have you been then? You know Lucy, for a quite pretty girl you seem so closed to yourself. Don't hang around much with people." She said, her eyes fixed on, well, Edmund. I followed her gaze just to found the guy actually was drinking a water bottle. Guess the practice was over.

"I'm not pretty." I mumbled, "I haven't associate much. I mean, moving from England to America seems like a huge step. It's two different places and culture, I'm just trying my best to fit in the best I can." I said louder this time.

"Oh, you are a British? That's why you are so pale!" She giggled in her seat and clapped her hands. I was shooting death glares to her secretly. Even better, I had punched her five times inside my head.

Did my skin look that pale? I examined my arms, trying to find that taint of mistake that my skin probably had, yet just finding myself looking like an idiot.

"I'm sorry it took too long." Peter's voice snapped my head up. I just smiled, sighing in relief as I saw him. Now I could get away from her and actually go home. I looked pass through Peter's shoulder and found Edmund was approaching all sweaty. I blushed when I saw his figure.

I slapped myself on the cheek hard. I was actually blushing over seeing Edmund? I had gone mad.

"Um, why did you slap yourself?" Peter's voice snapped me back to reality and I found myself stuttering over the words I was saying. He put the back of his hand on my forehead and scrunched his brow. "You're not sick, are you?"

"N-no.." I answered nervously and waved my hands all around me, "Can we just go home now?"

"Sure," he turned to Edmund and slap him hard on the back, making Edmund smirked, "Thanks Ed. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, maybe I should come by tonight? I'll beat you up again." he put a playful grin and Peter scoffed.

"Pass my living body first."

"Edmund!" Samantha squealed like a two year old behind me. Apparently, the three of us had forgotten her presence. Pity on her.

"Oh, hi Samantha." Edmund gave her a reassuring smile and I got that nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach when I saw it.

"Guess what?" She linked her arms around his and my eyes widen.

"What?"

"I'm going to take you out for ice cream!"

I could see Edmund's eyes widen and his jaw was dropping open. Was it a shock expression? I had never seen he showed me one.

"N-no, y-you see. Samantha!" Now, it was his turn to squeal like a two year old and I rolled my eyes.

"What Ed? I'll pay. Come come!" She started to drag him down, but I could still hear Edmund was squealing her name, and struggling to yank her arm off him. I didn't take my eyes off them just until they were out of my sight. And then I sighed.

"Lucy?" Peter shocked me, jolting me back.

"Can people just stop calling my name today!" My body tensed and I walked down towards the soccer field and then out to the parking lot.

I could feel Peter was catching up on me behind and he hurried by my side a few moments later. "He has no feelings for her you know."

I turned my head to him, finding myself had stopped walking. Peter had opened the car door and slid into it. While I was trying to not hanging my jaw open in shock.

What was that supposed to mean?

The fridge wasn't filled with much stuff since my mom hadn't been able to go to the grocery store. She had been so busy to accompany my dad for his work. Better yet, she would be leaving for two weeks to New York to accompany my dad for his work. I whined this morning when she informed me that.

My dad was a busy man, yet lovable. I didn't blame him one a bit for being busy these days since he paid attention to me and Peter if he was around.

I finally managed to take out a carton of milk and poured it into a glass. And then I took out some chips we had in the drawer. Lucky me and Peter didn't eat them all. I went upstairs just to found my mom was sitting on my bedroom floor, legs crossed. A few paper bags were around her. I assumed she had gone a little shopping.

"Mom," I called her as I sat in front of her. She was taking out a few clothes from the paper bags.

"Yes darling?" She answered softly. Her voice always calmed me down.

"How do you know when you are in love?"

She raised her eyebrow at my sudden question, "Oh well, it's easy. All love songs make sense."

I quirked my brow rubbing the back of my neck. I found the question I just blurted out at her face didn't feel comfortable at all. Why did I ask that kind of question anyway? It shocked myself.

"Are you in love?" She eyed me playfully and my face reddened. My whole face looked like a tomato.

"Mom!" I whined and she laughed, "What are these?"

"Yours."

"Mine?"

"Yes. I noticed your closet needs a little fillup with girly stuff. You are my only daughter, I might as well treat you like one." She smiled at me and handed me a black tank top. At least I thought it was a tank top until she hung it higher and I could predict if I wear that, it could hang above my knees. I squinted my eyes in disgust when I realized it was almost transparent.

"Mom, don't tell me you want me to be a stripper," I said jokingly, but earned a glare from her so I cleared my throat from laughing, "That's...too girly. What is it anyways?" I asked in annoyance as I stuffed my chips into my mouth.

"You might as well go to sleep wearing these."

"Ew, no mom! It reveals almost all of my body in sight!"

"You are a girl. Besides, you only wear it when you sleep. It's not like you are going to run around the park in it."

"But mom..." I whined.

"Lucy..." My mom mimicked my previous tone and I rolled my eyes.

"What's around the neckline anyways?" I pointed at the neckline.

"It's called lace."

"Are you sure girls wear these?"

"You surely just hit your puberty." She chuckled and threw the thing at my face. Standing up, she smoothed her own clothes. "I'm going to cook for dinner. Try that on when you want to go to sleep." And then she went out of my room.

"What is this thing?" I whispered to myself, staring at the clothes in front of me in disgust. I surely reminded myself that I wanted to stuff more girly things into my drawer, but these weren't one of it.

"Mom, have you seen-" Peter came into my room and stopped. Raising his eyebrow, he asked, "Where is mom?"

"Kitchen." I answered simply taking a gulp of my milk.

"She was here when I passed the hallway just then."

"Don't blame me that she has two legs to walk around." I said sarcastically and he shot me a glare.

"Lucky I love you, you know." He squinted his eyes at me and stomped out of the room. I chuckled silently. Teasing Peter had always been my thing. He was a brother every little girls had always wanted. His brotherly figure did make him a better person. A good one. Even though we fight sometimes, we knew it was just nature. We could fight the first twenty seconds, and the next two seconds we would be tickling or hugging each other like we didn't have anything before.

I remembered when I was only seven. I was in the park playing with my dolls when I got bullied. Three little fat boys older than me was messing around with my toys until it was completely ruined. But then there was a boy. He came out of nowhere and smacked the three of them. For a pretty small kid, he actually got strong fists.

But well then Peter came and found I was playing with the boy, thought the boy was going to mess around with me, Peter dragged me home. The first and last time I ever saw the boy.

Never met him ever since.

So I came to the conclusion, that Peter was actually a very protective brother.

"Hey, Lucy." Peter peeked his head into my room again.

I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior, "What is it?"

"Mom did a little shopping didn't she?" He chuckled as his gaze landed on the paper bags scattered all around my floor.

"A little bit overboard, she is." I said, and realized I had been wanting to ask him something since we got back from school, "Peter, what did you mean? When you said he has no feelings for her?"

Peter cleared his throat in awkwardness. Now he was being awkward around me? That's a new a thing. "Nothing." He ran down the halls and I could hear his jogging feet on the stairs.

"Big brother." I mumbled to myself stuffing some chips into my mouth.

Little Lucy was playing with her dolls under the tree in the park. Children were seen playing here and there but Lucy found it was better playing with her new toys under the tree, where the huge tree fortunately blocked the hot sunlight. She wasn't really good at socializing with children around her age so she found it better to play alone with no disturbance.

Then, she tensed when she saw three big figures of boys smirking down at her. Their fists tighten at each side, making her nervous.Suddenly, one of them took her doll and smashed it to the ground hard. He gestured to his friend and then the other one was stepping on it hard. It was ruined in less than ten seconds.

Lucy being an innocent girl, found herself crying. Peter was nowhere near her, or even her parents. She started to sob. She often got herself bullied by boys with bigger bodies than her and she was frightened, didn't expect to found the three boys got her cornered like this.The three boys only laughed at her face, pointing her with their index fingers, merely found her funny for sobbing.

That was when he came. A dark haired boy punched one of the boys in the face. The boy yelped in pain. His friends didn't seem to bother to care and ran away."I'll teach you how to run! There!" The dark haired boy yelled as the three boys jogging in fear further. Then he turned to Lucy, who by then had watched the entire scene in awe. Eyes widen.

"Hi.""H-hi." Lucy stuttered. She was afraid if the boy would hurt him too, but then the boy's face softened. His face was chubby but not too chubby. His hair cut was too neat like bookworm and he was wearing a brown sweater with a white shirt underneath it, and a pair of brown pants that hung above his knees, the color was brighter than the sweater's.

"Next time, just blend with the other kids around. Don't play by yourself." The boy said sitting next to her.Lucy's body had tensed but when he smiled at her she found herself smiling back at him.

"D-do you want to play with me?" She said, her voice was breaking.

"Sure." the boy answered. They were playing with her toys and talked for a little while. Lucy was getting comfortable playing with the boy, as well as the boy himself.

"What is this?" The boy asked holding up a plastic blue ring.

"I got it inside the cereal this morning." Lucy answered innocently.

"For a pretty girly girl you almost convinced me you only love pink and strawberries." He said making her chuckle.

They were having a little good time together, that was, until that moment when an older boy with blonde hair came up to them in a rush. He was breathing heavily when he arrived

."Lucy!"

"Peter!" Lucy stood up and hugged him.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" He pulled away, looking down at her little sister with a weary look. Then, his eyes landed on the dark haired boy who had stood up, "Who is he?"

"He saved me! A few boys bullied me!" Lucy said with her sad face.

"Lucy, don't play with strangers again. How many times should I tell you?" Peter said as he started dragging her further from the dark haired boy.The boy was being left alone. He looked down, realizing Lucy had left her stuff here. Actually, they were all broken for the toys when the bullies came to smashed it all to pieces. But he was left by a single plastic ring.He studied it and found himself smiling at it. It gave him tingles just to think about her face.

"Lucy." He mumbled to himself, still staring at the plastic ring he was holding.

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