I was so stupid. I acted like a complete and total idiot. I couldn't even speak a full sentence to her without stuttering or mumbling. What's wrong with you, Peter? I asked myself, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.
When I first met Sam, I really didn't think much about her. She was nice, but as far as I was concerned, she was just another person tagging along. Until that day at the river. Something changed in me then. Maybe it was the whole emotional rollercoaster with trying to fight Maugrim and ride the ice chunk down the river. Or maybe it was the shock I felt when I thought Lucy had drowned. No matter what exactly it was, something changed my whole attitude. And the way I looked at Sam. She was no longer a girl just trapped in Narnia also, but a brave person who cared about Edmund, even though she had only seen him for a brief time.
And now I don't know how I feel about her. I thought miserably. I knew I felt something more for Sam than as a friend, but could I really love her after only knowing her for such a short time?
It's not possible. There's no such thing as love at first sight, or rather third or fourth sight in my case. I reminded myself, but I knew that something about this situation was different. Perhaps because of the part of the prophecy Mr. Beaver had told me about. He said that there was another part of the prophecy, besides the whole King, Queen, and Patronus thing. Mr. Beaver told me that Patronus and the High King, which were Sam and I, would fall in love. Maybe because our love was prophesized, it would happen suddenly, as I felt it was.
But does she love me? I wondered, hoping the answer would be yes. By the way she acted a few minutes ago; I would say that she had no feelings for me, other than friendly ones. But then I remembered how I always caught her staring at me as we made our way to Aslan's camp. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she does like me. I shrugged and sighed.
At that moment, I heard a knock (if you can really knock on a tent flap) from outside.
"Peter? It's Su. Can I come in?" Susan's voice reached my ears.
"Yeah." I walked towards the door and squinted when the bright sunlight entered the room as my sister did.
"What's going on?" I asked, wondering why Susan would come here.
"I wanted to ask you something." She replied.
"Ok." I raised my eyebrows.
"Do you like, as in love, Sam?" Susan came right on out and got to the point.
"Do I what?" I was confused for a second, in shock that she would ask me this.
"You heard me." Susan sighed, as if she were talking to a child, not her older brother.
"I'm…I'm not sure." I said, not meeting my sister's eyes.
"Not sure?" She asked, her voice showing that she knew the answer.
"I guess…Ok, yes. I do. But I don't think she really likes me that way." I finally admitted, sighing.
"Oh, trust me. She does. But she doesn't think you like her." Susan replied.
"Really?" I was hopeful.
"Yeah." My sister nodded.
"How do you know?" I was suddenly suspicious. Is this all a trick? I wondered, watching Susan closely.
"She told me." Susan shrugged.
"Actually said that she liked me?" I was still doubtful.
"Well…yeah." Susan was lying, and I could tell.
"No she didn't." I argued.
"Ok, so she didn't actually say so, but it's so obvious. I can tell." Susan said.
"What are you? A matchmaker?" I asked, shaking my head.
"No. Even Lucy can tell you two like each other. I bet the Beavers do too." Susan sounded very confident, and I found her hard to argue with.
"Ok. Well, I won't believe it until I hear it from Sam's lips." I said stubbornly, turning back to my pile of clothes and pretending to arrange them.
"Fine then." Susan gave me a convinced smile and walked out of the tent.
As I watched the tent flap close, I realized that for the first time in my life, I desperately wanted Susan to be right.