"I love you." I look down and smile at the sight of our intertwined fingers. He brushes the back of my hand with his thumb and tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

"I love you too," I whisper. He pulls my head to his and our lips meet. For one blissful second, we stay there and take in the others presence. As we break apart, I can't help but grin. He does the same and takes me into his arms. "How are you here?"

"You're dreaming," he murmurs in my ear.

"Lynn...Lynn! Wake up, will you?" I open my eyes and am shoved back and forth by the shoulders, Susan's shaking me. "Finally! Good god, I thought you'd never wake up!" I sit up and find myself on top of my bed. The sheets are half ridden off the edge so I suppose I must have been tossing and turning in my sleep. "It's almost midnight! Everyone is already downstairs, they're waiting for you!"

"Waiting for me?" I scratch my head and try to become accustomed to the bright over head lights.

She walks over to the mirror on the back of my door to fix her perfect curls. "Yes, waiting for you."

"But why would they be...Oh! It's still New Years Eve, isn't it?" Susan scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"Yes, Lynn! You're mum sent me to fetch you since you fell asleep. Geez, you've lost our touch, haven't you?"

"Excuse me?"

She twists the door handle and looks back at me. "You used to be on top of things. Now you're just a little daydreamer like the rest of them." Susan walks out and I stare at the spot where she stood only seconds ago.

I haven't lost anything, have I? No, of course not! If anything, I think I gained some things! Someone knocks on the door and I tell them to come in. Lucy sticks her head through the doorway and creeps inside my room. Her eyes grow wide and she runs to my bedside. "Are you alright?" She sobs. "You're crying!"

Sure enough, a tear falls onto my lap and I quickly wipe my eyes. "I'm fine," I casually lie. "Perfectly-" Hiccup. "Fine."

Lucy jumps up beside me and hugs me tightly. "Oh, Lynn! What happened? Oh, no-no! Please stop crying..."

I allow myself to break down in front of the girl as she pats my back. "I miss him, Lucy! I miss him so much!" My fingers fiercely grab onto Lucy's shirt sleeve, craving something, someone, to hold onto. "I don't think I can do this!"

She becomes still and through my blurry vision, I see her looking hard at me. "Do...what?" I bite my lip and curse at myself. I forgot I had only told them about my trip to Narnia, not the task Aslan gave me. I mean, how could I tell them that they'd die soon? That they'd die and Susan would be left here?

"Nothing," I mumble. "Nothing, just forget it." Lucy lovingly stokes my cheek and I place my hand over hers. "I just miss him..."

"Liam?"

Ugh, even his name stabs me. "Liam...Yes, Liam. I had a dream just now where I saw him, where I was with him. Now that I'm awake, I feel as if nothing's right."

She stares up at me and asks, "What was he like?

I shake my head and let out a faint laugh. "He was the best thing that ever happened to me...Liam was brave, courageous, funny, smart...the sweetest person you could ever imagine...I'm sure if you two had met, you'd be the best of friends."

Her brown hair bobs up and down as she nods. "I'm sure! He sounds like an amazing person...And I'm guessing he really loved you." She motions to the exposed necklace on the front of my dress and I smile as I run a finger over the engraved ring.

"I'd like to think so." I gulp and swing my legs over the the bed. "Well, I suppose we should get downstairs."

Lucy stands up and begins to walk to the door. She stops at my desk and picks up the picture frame I have propped up. She turns to me and points to the photo. "Who is this?"

I walk to her and bring an arm around her shoulder. "My brother." She turns to look at me and I just continue to smile.

"You have a brother? How come I've never met him? Why isn't he here tonight?"

The smile quickly slides off my face and Lucy's suddenly becomes blank. "Susan's never told you? Theo died during the war...in Russia..."

"No, Susan didn't tell me...I had no idea, Lynn! I'm so-"

"Don't be sorry," I say with a hand held up. "There's no reason to be...I got over it."

Lucy stares down at the frame and I hold her closer. "Well...he's very handsome...He has the same pretty blue eyes as you!"

"I'm sure he'd be very flattered if he heard that. Now, let's go downstairs." She nods and sets the picture of Theo back down and we walk out the door. Lucy starts to eagerly run down the steps and I giggle a little. We reach the bottom and turn the corner into my living room where everyone stands with a glass in hand. I say 'hello' to the many co-workers my parents have invited and wave to those who I don't seem to know.

"What took you so long?" My mom wails at me. "You were so close to missing the countdown!"

"My bad!" She shoves some champagne into my hand and everyone begins to raise their drinks. I follow and find Susan across the room, a man I've never met at her side. His arm is wrapped around her waist and I bite the inside of my cheek. What was this, the fourth guy she brought over this week?

"Five, four, three, two-"

The two of them share a long kiss and everyone breaks into cheers around me. I take a sip of the champagne and set my glass down on the coffee table. My parents come towards me and the three of us hug each other. Aunt Helen pecks Edmund on the cheek and he automatically tries to scrub the bright red lipstick off his face. Uncle Frank spins Lucy around in the air and she ends it with a tight squeeze.

"Happy New Year," someone says behind me. I twirl around and find Peter smiling at me. I grin and embrace him, trying not to knock the glass out of his hand.

"Happy New Year," I reply as I give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He turns red and I try not to burst out into laughter. As we let go, I hear the front door close and I look over. Out of nowhere, Dr. Routledge walks in and stands awkwardly in the hall. As if fate hates him, he soon finds Susan with her new 'beau,' "Oh dear god..."

Peter follows my gaze and his eyes harden. "You invited him?" Our eyes meet and I shake my head.

"No! I didn't, Peter, I promise! Listen, I don't know how-" Before I can finish, Peter strides over to Dr. Routledge and so does Edmund. I run after the two of them and watch in horror as they grab Dr. Routledge by the arms and pick him up. "Peter! Edmund! Please don't-" Everything happens while everyone else is chatting away, not even realizing what's going on.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Peter spits as both he and Edmund bring him out onto the porch. I close the door behind me and help straighten the poor guy up.

"Calm down," I plead. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Dr. Routledge!"

"Sorry?" Peter repeats. "Lynn, why are you saying sorry? This guy randomly shows up to your house and you're the one saying-"

"Actually," Dr. Routledge interjects. "I was invited by Evalynn's mother."

"Aunt Lily invited you?" Edmund asks.

"She did," Dr. Routledge grumbles. "Apparently, she found my card in Evalynn's coat pocket and thought it would be nice if I came over. Believe me, if I knew something like this was going to happen, I wouldn't have come!"

I sigh and rub my temples. "Listen, I'm sorry Dr. Routledge but-"

"George," he says. "You can call me George."

"George...alright. You can call me Lynn then. Anyways, I'm really sorry these two lunatics did that to you. Pete, Ed: apologize!"

Edmund stares at me in disbelief but I cross my arms and glare at him. I'm standing my ground. "Fine," he mumbles. "I'm sorry for throwing you out even if you were invited. Hope you have a Happy New Year...Yada, yada, yada. Goodbye."

Eh, it's Edmund. I pucker my lips and turn to Peter expectantly. "I want you to stay away from my sister." I groan and smack my forehead.

"Peter..."

"Fine." I look at George and see him with his hands held up in surrender. "I'll stay away from Susan, okay? She looked like she was perfectly happy with the guy she's with anyway!"

"No, George!" I reach my hand out to grab his arm but he quickly glides down the porch steps. "George, please!"

"Leave me alone, Lynn!" He sits down in his car and starts it up. "I just look like an idiot now!"

I run around the front of the vehicle and tap on the window. "George, could we please just talk! I'm sure-"

"I'm sorry, Lynn but if you think your friend and I would work out, you're surely mistaken!" He presses down on the gas peddle and I run along the side.

"George, please!"

"I have to go somewhere tomorrow so I can't talk!" He abruptly turns the steering wheel to the side and I quickly run out of the way. I fall onto my back and put my hand over my beating heart. I hear a car door slam and George is at my side in seconds. "Lynn, oh my God! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

I take in some breaths and try to calm down. "You're fine, you're fine. It's just...wow, I wasn't expecting that!"

He nervously laughs and helps me up. "Are you alright? I'm sorry! I-I..."

"I'm fine...Let's just pretend it never happened," I suggest. He nods and we walk back towards his car. I watch as he gets in and apologizes on last time.

"I'm really sorry, Lynn. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He smiles weakly and I spot something on the passengers seat. A black book with a silver cross lays there, a red ribbon sticking out from the middle. For some odd reason, I feel a sense of relief. "When you said you were going somewhere tomorrow...Were you referring to church?"

"Yes," he replies. "How did you..." He looks to his side and looks back at me. "I see...Well, goodnight, Lynn."

"Goodnight, George." I step back and watch as he drives away. Once he's out of sight, I walk back to my house and sit myself between Edmund and Peter on the bench.

"Why?" I face Peter and my jaw drops. His eyes pierce me and he looks about ready to blow up. "Why were you being so nice to him? Isn't it obvious he's just another guy trying to get to Susan?"

"And what about that other guy inside, Peter? Why is it that you're okay with him but you hate George so much?"

"It's not like I think the guy inside is right for Susan either!"

"Peter, that doesn't explain why you resent George so much!"

"I don't know why I resent him so much, okay Lynn? I really don't know! Maybe it's just the stupid fact that he's so confident in himself!"

I get to my feet and get in the older boy's face. "Confident? Confident? Ugh, what confidence are you talking about? Against you Peter, he has no confidence! You're scaring him off even though I have no idea why! He's a nice gentleman, he's got his career going for him, he goes to church, he's-"

"There's just something...something not right about him!" I throw my hands up and look everywhere else but at the blonde-haired Pevensie.

Someone coughs and Edmund comes up behind me. "Have the two of you noticed something?"

"Noticed what?" Peter huffs.

"I'm not sure if this is right...but the day we left the hospital, the day George handed you his card, Lucy told me something."

"What?" I urge.

He runs his fingers through his hair and I put my hands on my hips. "It was when you fell asleep in the car on the way home. Lucy told me she thought your doctor had familiar looking eyes. I asked her what she meant by familiar but she wasn't exactly sure...Then when we got home, I went to my room to sleep for a bit but Lucy woke me up. She was going on about how she figured out who shared his eyes and I thought she was crazy! She said George had the same eyes as Caspian!"

My arms fall to my sides and Peter's jaw hits the ground. "By jove, you're right!" I picture Caspian in my mind and feel a deep pity for Susan.

"That must be why..." I whisper. "That must be why Susan was trying to ignore him that day in the hospital! Oh dear Lord, why didn't I see this before? Can you imagine how Susan must feel whenever she see's him?

Suddenly, the front door opens and we see Susan and the unknown man walk out. "Call me later?" I hear him say. I gag a little as he steps closer to her and Edmund turns away. From the corner of my eye, I see Peter clenching his fists.

"We'll see," Susan flirts. She kisses him and the boy happily walks to his car and drives off. "Oh! I didn't see you guys there!"

"We'll see?" I repeat with disdain. "Susan, do you even really care for him?"

She stands more erect and lifts her chin higher in the air. "Of course I do, he's quite charming."

"When he's snogging you," Edmund sneers. Susan whips him a glare and Edmund shudders a little.

"If you really like him," I begin. "Tell me what his last name is."

"S-Scott," she trips. "His name's Oliver Scott."

"What happened to Martin?" Peter asks. "From two weeks ago...he seemed pretty...okay?"

"I suppose we just didn't 'click.'"

I shake my head and walk in front of her. "Susan...I don't think you and Oliver 'click' either. Maybe you should try to find yourself a nice fellow? You know, some down-to-Earth guy who you know will treat you like the treasure you are...Someone...someone like George!"

"George?" She laughs. "You mean your silly doctor who ran out of the room tonight once he saw me?"

"He didn't run out of the room," I defend. "But it doesn't matter! What do you have against George?"

She starts to walk back inside the house. "For one, he's not exactly the bee's knees! Second, he's not good-looking at all! Have you seen his atrocious hair? Ugh, and those disgusting brown eyes of his! They're the most terri-"

"You didn't seem to think that about Caspian's."

Everything becomes quiet and Susan and I have a stare-down. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"We all know you do, Susan! Just admit it: you miss Narnia! There's nothing to be ashamed of!"

"Ashamed? Of what, Narnia? That silly little game my siblings and I played as children?"

"You know it wasn't a game!" Edmund hollers.

"Why are you trying so hard to forget?" I sigh. "Why can't you just say you're sorry? Why can't you just believe in Aslan again? Why can't you just say you miss Caspian? God, why can't you just-"

At that moment, she does the unthinkable: she slaps me. I hear Edmund and Peter gasp behind me but I look at my best friend in shock. My cheek begins to sting and I hold my hand against the wound. Susan gives me the most terrifying look and sets her hand down. "How dare you..." She storms off the porch and walks towards her house. "YOU THINK YOU'RE SO GREAT DON'T YOU? DONT YOU? WELL, YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE JUST SOME CRAZY PSYCHO WHO NEEDS TO GROW UP! JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE REALITY DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN PUT THE BLAME ON ME FOR IT! GO TO HELL, ALL OF YOU!"

I listen as she opens her front door and slams it shut behind her. I fall to the ground and begin to bawl my eyes out, not even caring about anything anymore. Peter and Edmund crouch beside me but I drown out the words they try to feed into my ears.

My best friend hates me. Peter, Lucy, and Edmund are going to die. Liam and Theo are already dead. No matter how hard I pray, I can't see Aslan here. Nothing matters anymore.

Hello, you lovely people! I missed you:) Yes, I realize I haven't updated in...(cough-two weeks-cough) but with tournaments, practice, and stuff, it's been hard trying to keep up. Have I mentioned I missed you? ANYWAYS, I hope you liked this chapter! Ugh, I miss Liam so much:O Hopefully you'll see more of him? Oh, and I hope you guys enjoyed the little fight between Lynn and Susan? I'm not quite sure how I'll work with it but oh well:p Leave a review to make my day?

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