AN: Okay this chapter isn't a very serious one. It's fairly loaded with sibling fluff and weird jokes. I thought it would be nice to take a break from the drama and have a little fun and then get dramatic again later. I hope you like it.

"Now, children remember, this is a store," Mrs. Pevensie said shortly as she, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy entered the department store. "Not a play ground." she shot her youngest son a look that meant 'stay out of trouble or else'.

"Mum, I an not a little kid anymore, I am very mature." Edmund said looking very insulted. As he spoke, he banged into an underwear display. "Ew, gross! Underpants!" He cried out in a horrified voice.

Mrs. Pevensie rolled her eyes. "Okay dears, have fun and don't bother your sister. I'll come back for you in a few hours."

Susan had gotten her first job. It was a part time job at the 'We Sell Stuff, You Buy Stuff." department store. She was a little nervous about it but everyone insisted she'd do just fine. Lucy said she knew more about clothes than the full time workers. Edmund said she was smart enough to make a living. And Peter said it sounded like a good idea. Her parents seemed fairly happy about the whole thing, so she'd taken the job.

Suddenly she heard a cry of a familiar boy's voice saying something about underpants. She noticed her siblings standing at the front of the store.

Susan sighed and went back to folding some sweaters and putting them on a display stand. Her siblings wouldn't bother her. Probably.

Lucy went over to look at a dress that reminded her of a Narnian gown. "Oh!" She gasped walking over to the rust-red dress and stroking it's fabric. Not quite Narnian, but still very nice.

Edmund glanced over to his right where a tall pretty blond girl was trying on hats in the mirror. She wore a one-of-a-kind silver locket with a little red gem stone in on it around her neck.

She noticed him looking at her. "Which one do you think looks better?" She asked, holding up two different colored hats.

"Um...the brown one?" Edmund offered.

The girl looked down at the brown hat. "Maybe." She turned and smiled at Edmund. "I'm Julia Dove."

"Edmund Pevensie." He told her. He reached out to shake her hand.

"Julia, we have to go!" A voice from the front of the store called. "Now!"

"Sorry." She gave him an apologetic smile. "It was nice meeting you, Edmund."

"Same here." Edmund said back, trying not to blush.

Susan was still folding shirts when Peter came over to talk to her.

"So how's the job going?" He said in a half-joking voice.

Susan shrugged. "People come, people look, some people buy, other's are so cheap it's scary...nothing great."

"Ah." Peter nodded. "When do you get off again?"

"Three hours from now." Susan told him.

"Good, then you can get a ride home with us and Mum." He told her.

"Sounds good." Susan said as she dropped a skirt on the floor and bent down to pick it up.

"Susan!" A boy with a nasal sounding voice called as he entered the store.

"Oh no!" Susan whimpered.

"Who is that?" Peter asked sensing his sister's panic.

"Jake." Susan moaned. "He's the most despicable pig I've ever met in my life. He's always trying to flirt with me."

"Why don't you tell him to leave you alone?" Peter asked.

"I did." Susan groaned. "He didn't listen. Once at a party when he'd clearly been drinking way too much he tried to put his hand on my butt."

"He did what?" Peter's eyes darkened with anger. He was going to kill him.

Susan reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver ring, slipping it onto her ring finger. She always had her ring handy in case she ran into Jake. "If he asks, your name is Ronald and we're engaged, got it?"

"What?" Peter looked confused.

"I told him I was engaged to someone named Ronald." Susan explained. "It seems to be working, the little creep hasn't been bothering me as much lately."

"Why do I have to be Ronald?" Peter asked.

"It's you or that boy who's always bothering me at the subway station." Susan said. "He can't get a date, and someone's going to believe that he's engaged? Even Jake's not that stupid."

"You could've at least warned me." Peter protested. "And doesn't he know I'm your brother?"

"I didn't know he was going to be here." Susan reminded him. "And Jake can't even remember my last name, he's not going to know who you are."

"Alright, fine." Peter gave in. "I'm Ronald."

"Hello Jake." Susan said with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Looking as lovely as ever, Susan." Jake said.

"Thank you." She took a step closer to Peter.

"So is this, Ronald?" Jake asked looking rather jealous.

"Yes, I'm Ronald." Peter lied. He glared at Jake. If that little weasel didn't leave Susan alone there was going to be a slap fight right there in the store.

"You're a lucky man." Jake told him. "I can't believe you asked her to marry you using sky writing."

Peter turned to Susan and raised an eyebrow. "Sky writing?" He mouthed.

"Well..." Susan didn't know what to say to that.

"Anyway, when's the wedding?" Jake asked.

"Five years." Peter randomly came up with.

"How that's a long time." Jake said with fake concern. "What if you two don't last that long."

"We will." Susan insisted.

"Yeah, we're really close." Peter told him. Well at least that part was true.

Jake wasn't backing off. Peter had an idea. It wasn't a good one but it would have to do. He put his arm around Susan and shot Jake another phony smile.

"Bye Susan." Jake said finally leaving.

"Bye." Susan waved. Then to Peter she mouthed. "I hate him."

"I can see why." He let go of her as soon as Jake was out of sight.

"And you didn't even have to listen to him singing outside your doom room window." Susan pointed out.

"He sings outside your window at school?" Peter asked.

"Very off-key I might add." Susan said.

Suddenly a little boy with a squirt gun ran into the store. Susan gulped. Please don't let him squirt me with that thing.

The little boy's mother asked Susan about the sales. Susan calmly and slowly explained which items were half off and which were not. She relaxed when it seemed that the little boy wasn't going to actually fire water at her.

Suddenly though, a friend of the little boy's ran by going, "Can't catch me, can't catch me." The boy aimed it at his friend but missed him and hit Susan by mistake. Peter noticed and ran over to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into one of the dressing rooms. Then he shut the door behind them, just as her tail appeared and she fell to the ground.

"Oh no." Susan said. "I'm a fish on my first day at my first job."

"It's alright, Su." Peter said. "You'll be fine. Just use your powers to dry off."

Susan clenched her fist and waved it over her tail trying to boil up the water that had caused it to form. A smoky mist of steam filled the air. Some of it went out the crack of the door.

The woman Susan had just been talking to saw it. "Fire!" She screamed. "There's a fire in the dressing room over there!"

"I'll put it out Mummy." Her son declared bravely. he raised the water gun so it would shoot over the top of the door. Susan had just gotten dry and her legs returned when the water came over the top hitting her on the head and her tail re-appeared.

"I hate my life." Susan moaned. "Now what are we going to do? I'm soaking wet and I can't dry off or else they'll think it's another fire."

"I have an idea." Peter said he walked out of the dressing room and grabbed a rolling clothing rack with really long skirts on it. He wheeled it into the dressing room. "Get in on the bottom, Su."

Susan sighed and climbed on pulling her tail behind her. She completely hid herself under the skirts and Peter wheeled the rack out.

"Young man, slow down." An old woman said. "I want to take a look at one of those skirts."

"No you don't." Peter said

"Yes I do." The woman tried to grab a skirt off the rack. If she moved it, Susan's tail would flop out. Peter wheeled the rack faster.

"Young man, wait." The old woman protested loudly. "I must have that skirt!"

Oh no. Now what was he going to do? The woman (who could run surprisingly fast for her age) ran over and yanked the skirt off the rack.

Peter cringed expecting to see Susan's tail any second. But he didn't. He looked under the rack. She wasn't there! Where was she?

"Peter!" Susan's whisper-shouted from under another clothes rack she had managed to climb into.

Peter grabbed a towel off of a nearby display and tossed it to Susan. Susan's hand reached out and grabbed it and she dried off. She climbed out of the rack her legs back and her tail gone.

The old woman walked by after buying the skirt. She was talking with her husband who'd just shown up. "I had to chase down a man to get this!"

"Young whiper-snappers now-a-days have no respect!" He agreed, shaking his cane in anger.

Susan and Peter smiled at each other. "Come on Su, I think I hear mum calling us."

"So, how was the first day at work?" Mrs. Pevensie asked Susan as she drove them all home.

"It was really something." Susan said glancing at Peter.

"Yes very...exciting." Peter laughed.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun, Susan." Her mother said. Then she asked Edmund and Lucy about their day.

"Edmund talked to a girl." Lucy said.

"Really?" Peter teased. "So Grandma Pevensie doesn't have to set you up with Mary's little sister after all, George?"

"Oh shut up." Edmund said.

AN: Please review.