A/N: I thought this one was quite sweet, but very short. That doesn't bother me, and I hope it doesn't bother you! My next one is going to be quite long, so this is just a fill between 'shots I suppose.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Jill, Eustace or the Chronicles Of Narnia. I do, however, own the plotline/idea. This is a non profit take on The Chronicles Of Narnia, where Jill and Eustace confess the love for each other they have but never confessed in the book!

4. Valentines Day

Jill opened her eyes and yawned, stretching her arms out above her head. It was a good morning and she felt rested, but she just wasn't happy. She couldn't work out why, either. It wasn't until she rolled over to check the time, that she also noticed the date.

February 14th. Valentines Day.

Jill hated Valentines Day. She detested Valentines Day. All of her friends got letters and cards and gifts and all sorts of things. Jill herself got nothing. Her friends always felt sorry for her and tried to pass some of their gifts to her.

But luckily, she thought, swinging her legs out of the bed, somebody else never gets anything!

Eustace Scrubb, Jill Pole's best friend, never got anything either. But it never bothered him like it bothered her. She never let on that it bothered her, of course.
Like when she met Eustace before breakfast like she would do every day.

"Morning, Pole." He said, nodding at her. She smiled at him, but it didn't reach her eyes like it normally did. He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes as they walked, but she didn't show any signs of being upset. It then clicked in his mind what today actually was. He smiled to himself then, a knowing smile.

"What are you smiling at?" She asked, grinning up at him, cheeky twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh!" He said, surprised, blushing a fantastic shade of red.

Jill laughed at him and nudged him with her elbow. "Did you give someone a card for Valentines Day?" She asked.

He went redder.

"You did!" She stopped. "Well! Eustace Clarence Scrubb! I would never have thought it of you! Who is she?" She was jumping up and down now, clapping her hands and laughing.

Feeling like a goldfish, Eustace opened and shut his mouth, unable to speak.

"Nobody." He croaked out eventually. "I didn't give anybody one."

"But you're bright red!" Jill protested, frowning.

"Coincidence." He muttered. He didn't want her knowing.

"I'll find out later." She said, grinning again. "I know your handwriting, Scrubb. It's awful!"

That wasn't a lie. Eustace's handwriting wasn't exactly legible. It was neat, too neat. It was neat and messy at the same time, if that was even possible. Jill's handwriting was an elegant swirl compared to Eustace's.

"We'll meet in our normal place once they've been handed out and you can tell me who you sent it to then, okay? And we can compare the amounts of things we've received." She said with a laugh.

Eustace rolled his eyes at her, but nodded. "Meet you there." He said, smiling.

Handwriting aside, she would know who he'd sent one to now. She couldn't wait until the cards and gifts were handed out!

It was sometime later that Jill and her friends were sat in their form room, waiting. Megan and Amelia were in a loud discussion of who would get most out of all of them, and Jenny and Sarah were planning to work out who'd sent them what. Jill had resigned herself to the comfy armchair with a large book. She didn't need to look up to know when The Things had arrived. The amount of squealing told her all she needed to know.

"Jenny!" Somebody shrieked, "Look how many you got this year!"

"You've got a fair amount as well, Amelia!" Jenny replied.

"OOOOH!" They all cried together, holding up a single red envelope. Jill looked up, curious as to what the excitement was about.

"Pole!" Megan cried, bounding over to the armchair. "You've got one!"

Jill stared in disbelief at her friend, her book sliding off her lap and onto the floor. It wasn't until she took the envelope in her hand and read the name printed on the front that she stopped staring with her mouth open.

It said, clear as day, Jill Pole.

"One of you didn't send this, did you?" She asked sceptically, narrowing her eyes at her excited friends.

"No!" They cried, "We didn't, honestly! One of the boys sent you that!" Her friends began to shriek at her, crowding around the chair.

"Open it, Pole!"

"What's it say!?"

"Who's it from?"

"Hurry!"

"Just open it!"

Their voices mixed together until they became one, and Jill could tune them out.

Wordlessly, she turned the envelope over. There was a collective 'oooh' and much jumping up and down from her friends and they waited impatiently for her to open it.
She slid her finger under the envelope flap and began to lift it.

She pulled it out of the envelope and held it between her fingers.

She opened it slowly, savouring the feel of having a real Valentines card from somebody who liked her. The words were nothing special, just her name, Happy

Valentines Day, and a short message instead of a name. It read:

From someone who's liked you for almost as long as they've known you. When you work this out, come and find me. You know where I'll be.

And that was it. Jill couldn't help the stupid smile that spread across her face as she read the words.

"Who on earth could that be?" Sarah moaned, "I can't trace the writing, he printed it in block capitals. It's just like a boy to do that!"

Jenny hauled Jill out of her chair and hugged her tightly. "Well done girl!" She said as she released her. Jill blushed scarlet and leaned down to picked up her book. As she put it back on the shelf, she glanced in the mirror and noticed she looked none to different from Eustace this morning.

"Who do you think it could be from?" Amelia asked Jenny.

"I don't know, maybe that funny boy she's always hanging around with?"

"Eustace!" She said, at the same time. She'd forgotten all about him.

"Yeah, him- uh, Jill? Where are you going?"

Jill flew from the room and raced out of the school building. THAT'S why it was printed! He knew that she could tell it was from him the moment she looked at the handwriting!

Oh! Jill thought, happily, I'd never have thought that I'd get one from Eustace of all people!

Jill's excited run slowed to a walk. He didn't just send that to cheer me up, did he? He knows I hate this day. And he doesn't know how I feel about him. No, I said I'd meet him, so I will.

She turned a corner and arrived on the little path. Eustace was there already, waiting for her. She raced towards him.

"I was beginning you'd forgotten!" He said with a laugh, as she came to a halt beside him. "It wouldn't be unlike you."

She smiled at him, feeling her worries melt away. "No, not today. Did you get any?" She asked.

"Nope, not this year. How about you?" He asked, looking up at the sky.

"I got one." She said, trying to keep a straight face but failing. A silly smile broke out.

"Did you? Do you know who it's from?" He asked coolly, turning to look at her.

"No. Not a clue," she lied. "Whom did you send yours to?" She asked, grinning.

"You look happy that you got one." He said, putting his hands in his pockets and ignoring her question.

"As long as it's a real one and not somebody having a laugh, then yes, I am."

"Oh, it's a real one all right." Eustace mumbled under his breath.

"Pardon?" Jill asked, not catching anything but incoherent whispers.

"Nothing." He said, smiling again with his knowing smile. "Come on, we should go back in before we get in trouble."

A/N: It's short, but I felt it needed to be short to get in what I needed. I hope you like this one!

The next one is coming, and so far it's great fun to write! I hope it'll be just as fun to read!

Livy ~ xx