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Peter Pevensie : Irritated

Narnia One-Shot (Modern)

You sighed as you changed the sign on the door of the neighbourhood’s local cafe to “Open” at 7:00am. You headed back behind the counter as your thoughts drifted back to the usual - how much you hated your life. The doorbell rang loud and clear, cutting through your grey, miserable thoughts like a knife. A handsome boy with dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes walked in. You observed that he only looked a year older than you.

“Yes.” You said - rather rudely - once he’d reached the counter. “You okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “You seem really irritated.” “I’m not irritated!” You said through gritted teeth, wringing out a tea towel as if you were trying to strangle it. ”Don’t lie, your irritated.” “Is it that obvious?” You replied, grimacing slightly. “Kinda,” he said, wincing in what you supposed was an apologetic way. “Sorry, I just had the worst day yesterday.” You sighed, “Anyway, what would you like?” “Just a black coffee and a cinnamon roll please,” he said quickly looking at the board above my head. “What happened?” He asked, referring to your previous comment. “Really? Just that? Nothing else? No specific amount of sugar or milk I need to add in that makes no fucking difference to the overall taste whatsoever?” You asked. “Nope. Anyway, what happened?” He pressed. “You really want to know?” He nodded. “Well, you asked for it,” you sighed, turning around to begin making his beverage. “I just had a really shit day at work. Here and at the fucking restaurant I work in, you know, the big fancy one around the corner? Anyway, the first asshole customer of the day arrived before anyone else - such great way to start the day. He complained for like, five hours that there was just a smidge too much icing on his cake and that his coffee was just that bit too bitter. He was ranting for so long that another customer had arrived before he had finished, so I asked - politely too - if he could move aside so I could take their order, but he refused! And when he finally left, he just stormed out without paying, and no tip! Are you fucking kidding me! Anyway, it continued like that with only around three customers being mildly decent. Then, when my shift here ended, I got a call from a friend who also works at the restaurant round the corner, asking if I could cover her shift because she were ill. I said, yes - why? I have no idea, because it meant I had to miss over half of my two hour break between work here and work there, so I didn't get lunch. Anyway I got there, and of course, it was the same as here. Rich snobs who’ve never lifted a finger in their life complaining without any consideration for anyone else’s peace. One girl, who really fucking pissed me off, returned her meal three times - three fucking times!” “Why?” He said, leaning on the counter, now invested in the story. You scoffed, “You’re gonna love this, the first time because it wasn’t salty. The second because it wasn’t salty enough, and the third, because she had already eaten most of her boyfriend’s fucking food, so she wasn’t hungry enough to eat it! Insane. Eventually, I got home 11:30, only managed to eat a scrap of food for dinner before I passed out on the sofa, only to wake up with forty-five minutes before I have to be here for work, which is 6:20 - an ungodly hour no one should be awake at in my opinion - to spend forty minutes cleaning everything again to remove the nonexistent particles of dust off the table that only the bloody manager can see, and setting everything out to open on time, meaning I haven’t had breakfast. And the worst part of all that, is that you are the only person in the history of this damn cafe who has ever entered this bloody place before 8:15, so we don’t really need to be here before 7:45!” You finished, placing a mug of black coffee and a warm cinnamon roll on a plate hand-painted with flowers on the counter with a satisfying pronounced thud. “You’ve had it bad.” He stated bluntly, looking you in the eyes for a few moments before you both burst out laughing. “What’s your name? I think that after listening to that, I have the right to know.” He said between laughs.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N. What’s yours?” You said after regaining your breath.

“Peter. Peter Pevensie.”

“So what are you doing  at this time of the morning Peter?” You inquired, seeing no harm in starting a conversation as no one was likely to appear for another hour or so thank god.

“I’ve started at Oxford and decided I’d find a quiet cafe to get breakfast in before school.”

“Oxford! I’m going there next year to do History and Art. What are you studying?”

“Maths, Medicine and History. Most people think they’re boring subjects but they're the best!” You smiled at his excitement.

“I know! Well, about History anyway - I've always loved it. I did it for GCSE and then for A-Level as well English, French and Art. I’m doing a gap year now to earn a bit of money and I’ll start next year.”

“Nice to already know a future fellow-student,” He smiled. “So when do you work here?”

“7:00am to 14:00 pm, Monday to Saturday, and I work at the restaurant 16:00 to 21:00 on Monday, Wednesday and Friday too but I get breaks during both jobs and obviously there’s a gap in between them.”

We continued talking until unfortunately, he announced he needed to leave.

 “See you tomorrow?” He said as he backed towards the door.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow!” You called back. As you lost sight of him around the corner, you smiled to yourself. Somehow, being at the cafe by 6:20 in the morning didn’t seem so unappealing anymore.

The Pevensies Contact Names For Each Other

Peter

Susan - Peter

Edmund - The Magnificent Idiot (who "has it sorted")

Lucy - Peter :)

Susan

Peter - Su

Edmund - lady logically

Lucy - Susie

Edmund

Peter - littleedthesassy

Susan - Ed

Lucy - JustEddie

Lucy

Peter - lucythevaliant

Susan - Lu

Edmund - ValiantLu

Edmund One-Shot (Modern) - How You Met

A/N

Omg I haven’t posted in sooo looooong. Well, here ya go.

E/C = Eye Colour

You walked down the corridor in your favourite worn out jeans, a red and black flannel shirt , and your signature brown ankle boots. It was the first day back at school, and you were carrying your books for the next period, your backpack haphazardly thrown on your right shoulder. You didn't really care what people thought of you; all you cared about was getting to the lesson before that damn bell. Since you were looking down, you didn't notice someone was in front of you until you found yourself on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" a male voice exclaimed. You looked up, your heart stopping for a millisecond. It was Edmund Pevensie. The most popular boy in your year, and arguably in the entire main school. You immediately felt uncomfortable. You didn't have much of an opinion on him, but you always preferred to stay in the shadows, and were perfectly happy to go unseen.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." You replied, collecting yourself. You thanked the stars that the corridor wasn't full. You looked down, not noticing Edmund quickly turn around and glare at his older brother, who held his hands up as if to say "what?" before turning around and walking away, trying to suppress his laughter. With a sigh, Edmund turned back round to you, extending his hand.

"I'm Edmund. Edmund Pevensie" He said.

"I know." a beat passed. "Sorry, that sounds weird, I just mean that I know your name because most people do, and I've seen you around, and, yeah I'm going to stop talking now." You got out in one breath, blushing in embarrassment as he you accepted his hand, and you were pulled from the floor.

"I'm Y/N." you said in a small voice, finally introducing yourself.

"I know." You looked up to see an impish grin on the young Pevensie's face. You stared at each other, and a second passed before you both chuckled, albeit awkwardly, as you bent down to collect your things.

As you checked over everything, you noticed you were missing a textbook. Then, it came into your line of eyesight, attached to Edmund's pale hand. You looked up, noticing he was observing you with a small smile on his face. Muttering a quiet thank you, you took the book, but your eyes widened seeing the watch on his wrist.

"Oh god! It's almost time for class!" you exclaimed. The ebony-haired boy looked at his watch, his eyes widening too as he saw the time.

"Shit!" he cursed, turning back to you. "Sorry for bumping into you Y/N, I'll...see you around?" he asked, his hazel eyes bright and...hopeful?

"Oh, um, yeah, I...I guess so." you replied, unsure of yourself.

"Great!" he exclaimed, excited, "Bye!" you close-enough-to-waved back until he turned around. Just then, the bell rang, and you took off down the corridor, just making it in time and almost forgetting about your encounter with the dark-haired Pevensie. Almost.

***

Edmund silently copied down what was on the board, his thoughts centred on the E/C girl for around the 1000th time. He'd liked her since Year 9, when she moved up a year from Year 8. He was also mentally cursing his older brother and his sixth-form free periods, which he seemed to think was a perfect time to visit his younger brother and push him into his year-long crush. He had to give himself some credit though – he handled the situation pretty well. The door opened and he looked up, and who should enter but Y/N. She turned to the teacher and explained that she had a music lesson. The teacher nodded.

"That's fine. Your seat is over there next to Edmund." Y/N's head snapped over to him before turning back to the teacher and nodding. Edmund's heart raced as she made her way over, before forcing a strange sounding "Hi" out of his mouth. She quietly greeted him back before opening her exercise book and started copying down the notes on the board.

***

"Okay everyone, your homework is a project with your desk partner. It's only small, and has no point other than to help you get to know each other. All the details will be on Google Classroom." the teacher said.

As you left the classroom, Edmund gave you a crumpled piece of paper.

"Here. Text me when you know when we can start working."

"O-okay." You replied gaining a small scrap of confidence, though still internally freaking out at the prospect of doing a 'bonding exercise' in the form of a history project. "Will do." you swallowed.

"See you then!" he said flashing his perfect, white teeth and turning around, jogging over to his siblings.

"See you," you replied quietly once he was out of earshot.

This might not be that bad. He seems nice – and smart, you thought.

I still hate people though, you firmly told yourself, before walking home.