A/N: This was supposed to be the 8th one! I'm working on three, or four as it has now become. Anyway, I was looking at the reviews I got for my last chapter and I felt bad for not having updated because you all give me such encouraging reviews! I felt like I had to put this chapter up seeing as it was finished.

So thank you all for liking this, as nuts as that sounds :)

I love you all, so here is a rather early chapter! 3

All The Little Things.

"What did you get for question three?" Eustace Scrubb asked, trying to look over his shoulder at his best friend Jill Pole, except he couldn't see her.

"Mmrh. One second." She said, waving her pen in the air in his direction, not looking up from her paper.

They were sitting in Eustace's form room at the Experiment House, studying and doing their history homework. Eustace was browsing his history book on a separate table in front of Jill, who was still writing her answer.

"Don't poke your tongue out." Eustace said, closing his book.

Jill retracted her tongue and looked up. "How did you know that?" She asked, surprised.

"I know you better than you think." He said, turning around and leaning on the table.

"You do not!" She objected indignantly.

"I really do." He said with a laugh, putting his hands into his pockets.

"Go on then. Tell me something that you know, that you think I don't know you know." She said, putting her pen down and folding her arms across her chest.

"Okay," Eustace shifted his weight to make himself more comfortable, then grinned. "You have a smile you reserve only for certain people which you think I haven't noticed. Your eyes light up to a point at which they almost sparkle. You also show your teeth, which you don't do unless you really like a person."

At this point, Jill put her hand over her lips, hiding her teeth.

"That good enough for you?" Eustace asked, grinning cheekily at her.

Jill started at him, horrified. "How do you know all that!" She asked.

Eustace chuckled. "I know more, if you want to hear it."

Jill shook her head, laughing in disbelief. "Yes. Yeah, I want to hear it!"

"You've got a small, faint smattering of freckles over your nose and cheeks, which you also think nobody's noticed. Your nose wrinkles when you smiled widely. You have multiple laughs for different situations and people. Your eyes are actually two different colours. Your left eye is a dark hazel brown, and your right eye is almost black. But you keep that a secret from everyone. Also, you poke your tongue out when you're concentrating. When you say you're good, you mean it, but when you say you're fine, you usually mean you're upset about something. Your left knee jiggles when you're angry and your right goes when you're nervous. You... You fiddle with your hair when bored - twirl it around your finger. And if you're nervous, you adjust it. Tuck it behind your ears, move it over your shoulder... You know, like that. I could go on but I won't embarrass you anymore." Eustace said, folding his arms over his chest, smirking.

Jill's jaw had dropped and she was staring at him with her mouth hanging open.

"I- you - we-" She scoffed, cutting herself off. "How?" She managed to choke out a minute later.

Eustace unfolded his arms and went and sat by her.

"It's the little things, Pole. I notice them because..." He seemed about to admit something, then changed his mind. "Because you're my best friend." He cleared his throat, and stood up. "Now, what was your answer for question three?"

Jill started at him in disbelief as he walked back over to the book and opened it up.

They worked in silence for some minutes, Jill ignoring his question until she finally said, "But I barely know anything about you. All I know is you're stubborn when you think you're right."

Eustace closed the book again and pushed it aside. "Why does that matter?" He asked, leaning his hands on the table, his back to Jill.

"It does. You can't know everything about me when I know nothing of you."

"So you don't deny that everything I said was right?" Eustace said as he turned and went and sat by her.

"Not if it's all true. How did you know about my eyes? Nobody knows about that and you can't tell unless I'm under harsh light, which there's none of here." Jill said, puzzled. She began chewing on her pen as she thought. Eustace gently removed it.

"That's another thing. You chew your pen when you think." He laughed.

Jill pushed him and laughed. "Okay, stop it. You're scaring me now, you know me better than I know myself!"

"I wish I knew you better." He muttered softly to himself.

"What?" Jill asked, not hearing anything except him mumbling.

"Nothing. Ahem." He stood up. "We need to get to class. The bell will go anytime now."

Jill stood up. "What do I have?" she asked herself as she gathered up her books and papers.

"You've got Mathematics." Eustace answered, sliding his books into one pile and putting them away in his desk.

"Really? You know my timetable as well?" Jill laughed in disbelief as she clasped her books against her chest.

"Of course." He said, straightening up and walking over to stand with her.

"I'll walk with you." He said with a smile. Jill smiled back, not noticing how she gave her reserved-for-special-people smile. But Eustace did, and felt his heart jump.

Eustace closed the door softy behind them, and they began their walk towards Jill's form room.

"What were you about to say? The reason you notice the 'little things'?" She asked, as she looked up at him.

"That? Oh uhm, nothing. Yeah, nothing." Eustace said, flustered.

Jill stopped. "C'mon Scrubb. Do tell. I'm your best friend, you can tell me." She said, uncurling one arm to place on the side of his.

Eustace blushed violently at the touch, but Jill, fortunately for him, didn't notice.

"It wasn't anything particularly, honest." Eustace said, avoiding her eyes.

"It clearly was. Do tell, Scrubb." Jill said, standing in front of him as he tried to walk away.

"Nothing, really!" He said, holding his arms up in defence and trying to back out of the awkward situation.

"Please?" She said, "You know you can tell me anything." She smiled at him, and Eustace sighed.

"I... It's..." Eustace sighed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He then did something Jill would have never thought he was capable of; grabbing her face between his hands and crashing his lips down on to hers, his shoulder hunched.

And Jill didn't stop him. She didn't even stop her when her books slid out from her arms and scattered all over the floor, one landing on her foot. She still didn't stop him when someone wolf-whistled at them.

Because she simply … didn't … care.

A/N: I made it up about her eyes, but I don't remember it saying what colour her eyes actually are. If it did and I've been stupid and missed it, then please say. If they're brown then I'll leave it.

I really like this. I wanted to do something like for a while. I think Eustace is slightly OOC, so I apologise, but he's not my character (DISCLAIM DISCLAIM!) so if he were completely IN character I'd be amazing and probably slightly obsessed… anyway, moving on before I insult somebody.

The next one is about a third of the way through, so it will be here soon!

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