A/N: Ok I changed the title. Cause the other one was just bad. Of course, this one's probably not much better. Cause I stink at that kind of stuff. Anyway.

PenPusherM: The reason I made her American is because this is based on a dream I had, and in the dream she was American. But...ok this is funny. Last night I was lying awake thinking about this and I thought, "How lame is that. American? I really should change it." Then this morning I come in here and find your review and I laughed out loud. You can imagine the first thing I did was change it. I said all that to say, good point.

iluvrobbie: This is not a romance...yet. Don't assume anything. ;-)

Chapter 1

Jennifer was sitting on her bed studying when she heard something on her window. She ran to it and smiled. Peter was standing on the lawn under it throwing pebbles at the window to get her attention, with Edmund standing near. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, then mouthed, "I'll be right there."

When she got downstairs to them, she scolded. "You could have caught me when I wasn't in the middle of studying."

"We were bored!" Edmund said with a slight whine.

"Bored? Or just wanted company?"

"Both," Peter answered for him. "And anyway, who else is there for company? Everyone else around here is either too smart to have a normal conversation with or else too stupid for you to want to."

"Oh, why don't you both just admit that you can't live without me?" Jen teased. In truth she felt the same way about them, since they were the only real friends she had, and vice-versa.

Edmund opened his mouth to retort, but closed it again and cringed as a round, balding teacher of his passed and looked his way.

"Don't forget about that paper due on my desk at 8:00 sharp tomorrow morning, Pevensie," the teacher said, then went on his way.

"Oh no," Edmund whispered. "I swear he has it out for me. Of course he would know that I haven't even started it...I guess I'll be back later." And with that he headed in the direction of his room.

"Bored, huh?" Jen looked at Peter and laughed. "That boy..."

"Actually it surprises me," Peter said with a concerned look. "He hasn't forgotten an assignment this term. Not since...since we stayed with the Professor anyway."

"Oh." The two started walking. It was a clear spring day, just a few weeks before school was to let out for the summer holidays. "Well, could it be he's just anxious for school to be out?"

"No, that's not it...he's had something on his mind. Well, all year actually, but for some reason more lately."

"You act like you know what it is."

"I do. I've been thinking about it too."

"Well?"

He stopped. "I can't say."

"Can't say? Peter, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Don't you worry." He chuckled sadly. "It's not something we talk about with anyone." He looked her in the eye and half-smiled. "Not even our dearest friends."

"Well, all right. If you say so. I wish you'd tell me what's bothering you though."

They started walking again. "Maybe I will. Someday. But for now..." Then, almost too quickly, he changed the subject. "Have you thought about where you're going to stay this summer?"

"I suppose I'll go to my grandmother's house...it's not that far from here. My parents will be in Paris the whole summer and I don't suppose they'd want me along..." This was often the case with her parents. They did a lot of traveling and more often than not, she wasn't invited.

"You know you could always stay with us."

"I'd much rather...but Grandmother is already planning on having me. You know I'd love to though..." She trailed off, and they walked in silence.

He's hiding something...they all are. I suppose we all have our secrets...but this must be big. This is the most I've gotten out of either of them yet. Someday I'll find out what in the world they're talking about...

Summer holidays were there before they knew it, and found Peter and Edmund at the train station headed home. Jennifer was there too, since her grandmother lived nearby and was to pick her up there in a couple of hours.

"I guess we'd better get on," Peter said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Edmund reached over and hugged Jen tightly. "It's going to be a long summer," he whispered sadly.

Jen nodded her agreement. "Don't get into too much trouble, you hear?" He nodded with a downcast expression.

Then Peter stepped up and hugged her. "You'd better write me," he said softly.

"Only if you write back." She smiled and playfully pushed him. "Now you get out of here. We can't have you missing your train."

As they boarded, there were shouts of, "See you next year!" and "Say hello to the girls for me!" As the last of the goodbyes faded away and the train pulled out of the station, Jen remained standing at the station once again feeling the doldrums of the summer holiday tugging at her heart.

Not for the first time, she found herself completely alone.

Another A/N: Ok I know this chapter was bad. But bear with me...better stuff coming. Just had to set the stage. Dun dun dun! Ok I think I'm gonna go to the kitchen and get a bite to eat...and then come back in here and write Chapter 2!