Ch. 3- Apathy Until the End
Wah! You thought I disappeared. Well, I guess I did for a while. My writing mind was turned off for the past week or so...however long it's been since I've posted the next chapter. But I'm trying to get back into it. Sorry if the ending isn't very good. I've been going through a rough time with my writing.
Title: It's still "The Lost King" cause I'm not creative at the moment.
Author: Still me...I think, *shifty eyes*
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Genre: Major apathy in this particular chapter. In general, Romance/Angst
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,392
Summary: After returning home from Narnia for the second and last time for Peter, it's been difficult adjusting to life in England again. It's especially difficult when the one you love is in a whole other world.
Chapter 3- Apathy Until The End
The rest of the day was quiet for the Pevensie household. Lucy was being watched by Susan on any progress and Edmund had locked Peter out of his own room and wouldn’t allow him back in until it was time for them to go to sleep. Peter apologized to Edmund again for what he did earlier, but his younger brother was still ignoring him. Peter suddenly realized he was acting like he had towards Edmund the first time they went off to Narnia. He had hated himself for being so authoritative then, but the more he thought about Caspian and the chances of Edmund getting to see him, the more he loathed his brother.
Sunday morning had clear skies and Peter felt a little bit better as he proposed that Edmund and he go out to fly a kite. Edmund was cheery then until the wind picked up rather suddenly and hoisted the kite up into a tree, so high up that it was impossible to reach, and since they were in a park, there were no ladders to get it down with. They were silent the entire way home.
As Peter checked on Lucy again, she now complained of her throat hurting. Susan suggested they call a doctor, but Peter still had hope.
“Doctors cost money, Susan. Lucy’ll turn around soon.” Peter explained when Susan probed him to call.
“So what if they cost money? I’m worried about her, Peter, and you should be too.”
“I am as equally worried as you are.” Peter said stiffly. “I just think it’s a minor cold which’ll go away soon. After all, it has been rather cold these past few days. Plus, I hear there’s something going around at school.”
“How would you know? You go to a different school than we do.” Susan said, getting up and leaving the room.
Peter sighed. There were so many reasons why he hated himself whenever he acted like Susan. Her short temper was one of them. He held Lucy’s hand as she whispered to him, “am I going to be all right…you know, when I go back?”
Peter held his breath for a moment. He would not lash out at his youngest sibling like he had with Edmund yesterday. It was wrong of him to do so.
“I’m sure you’ll be more than fine,” Peter whispered optimistically. He really thought she would come around by the time Narnia called her and Edmund to go back. He couldn’t imagine that Aslan would let her…no, Peter said to himself. Aslan would never allow it to happen. She’ll be fine.
The very thought of Lucy leaving their world scared him. He was so used to her and didn’t want her to go so soon. He considered calling a doctor. As soon as he walked to the kitchen where the phone was, he heard his name being called from the library.
“What, Ed?” He asked, coming towards his brother’s voice.
“Your favorite program. It just came on.” Edmund told him, lying on his stomach in front of a little radio. Peter wanted to say he had to call a doctor right away for Lucy, but for some reason couldn’t bring himself up to it. He hadn’t heard the program in weeks and never used to miss it on a regular basis. He was upset when the times had changed for it to come on, but Edmund always listened to it and this had been the first time in two weeks he had heard it again. Peter lie on his stomach as well, listening intently.
After it was over, he was crying with laughter. Edmund had done the same and Peter suddenly felt that they were on good terms again. He had totally forgotten to call the doctor until Susan brought it up later at dinner.
“Well?” She said, looking at him intently.
“Well, what?” Peter asked.
“Did you call the doctor?” Susan asked. Their caretaker, Mrs. Simmons, had the weekends off, so they were eating alone, just the three of them. Susan had brought a cup of soup up to Lucy.
Peter suddenly cursed himself in his head. He had meant to, but was distracted by the radio program.
“I honestly meant to,” he told her, “but then, things happened.”
She stared at him, “Things happened?”
“Well, you see,” He started to explain the situation, but she cut him off.
“This is not just some random illness, Peter! This is something that has Lucy. If you want to have Mrs. Simmons take a look at it, then by all means, bring it up to her, but Lucy needs a proper doctor. Can’t you see that?”
Peter was silent as Susan huffed and left the dinner table, clearly mad at him. He and Edmund finished their dinner in silence.
Peter wanted to hurt himself now. He had been so careless, so conceited toward his own problems and his own interests that he hadn’t been the proper older brother that he was supposed to be. He figured if Aslan could see him now, he would be shaking his head in disappointment. Peter wanted to cry, but stopped lingering on the matter and before he went to bed, he prayed. He prayed that Lucy would get better, for he hated seeing his sister in bed, especially when the others were perfectly fine. Before he went to bed, one last thought crossed his mind and kneeling at the edge of his bed, he murmured to himself, “and I pray that one day, I may see him again. Just one last time.”
“Peter! Wake up! We’re going to be late.”
Peter was instantly awoken by the sound of his brother’s voice as he felt the covers of his bed being pulled away. Instead of arguing with him, he decided to actually get dressed and ready. I forgot it was Monday. He thought. The weekend hadn’t brought him any real happiness which didn’t improve his mood of a standard Monday morning. Lucy stayed home, under Mrs. Simmons’ care. Peter noticed before his brother and he left that Susan was ignoring him. Typical girl. Peter thought, his chauvinistic attitude coming out.
At the underground, Peter noticed an unusually large crowd of people surrounding a part of the platform. Taking a closer look, he seemed to notice they were all female, or at least it appeared that way. His brother seemed to notice them too.
“I wonder what that’s all about.” He said, looking in their direction.
The girls were all murmuring and talking loudly, but neither brother could distinguish what they were talking about. Peter seemed bored as they waited for the train to arrive. When it finally did, they got on, Peter stealing the window seat, watching the crowd of girls disappear as they pulled out of the station. Even though he figured it hardly concerned him, he still didn’t let it go. Why were there that many girls there? Thinking back on where they were, they were all surrounding a portion of the wall. A lot of other people were eyeing them strangely. This was no ordinary thing they were gossiping about.
Seemingly bored, Peter headed to class without a second glance at his brother as he headed off in a different direction. He seemed highly apathetic today which wasn’t to say that he wasn’t always. He was usually apathetic when it came to school. Swerving through desks, he plunked down in his seat for his first class: History. He would have loved the subject so much more if his teacher weren’t so horribly monotonous. He caught himself sleeping several times in the class and each time, the boys around him would snicker to themselves.
Glancing at the front of the class, he saw today’s lesson written on the board. They were going to learn about The Renaissance. Brilliant, Peter thought unenthusiastically. Before he reached down to take his textbook out however, something caught his eye. Squinting, Peter noticed a familiar looking head. Long dark brown hair that touched past the shoulders and olive skin that showed on his arms from a distance.
Transfixed, Peter muttered, “It can’t be…”
Slowly, almost dramatically, Peter rose from his seat. He walked deliberately toward the boy at the front of the class and facing the back of his head asked in a slightly bewildered voice, “Caspian?”
Author's Note: Ok, so this chapter wasn't really well developed in terms of what I could do, so I'm sorry if it's somewhat boring. This is a fill-in-the-gap chapter. After this, things will move, I promise. Ok...other than that, I hope you'll stay with me on this one, cause it's the later chapters that I'm excited about, ^_^
Title: It's still "The Lost King" cause I'm not creative at the moment.
Author: Still me...I think, *shifty eyes*
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Genre: Major apathy in this particular chapter. In general, Romance/Angst
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,392
Summary: After returning home from Narnia for the second and last time for Peter, it's been difficult adjusting to life in England again. It's especially difficult when the one you love is in a whole other world.
Chapter 3- Apathy Until The End
The rest of the day was quiet for the Pevensie household. Lucy was being watched by Susan on any progress and Edmund had locked Peter out of his own room and wouldn’t allow him back in until it was time for them to go to sleep. Peter apologized to Edmund again for what he did earlier, but his younger brother was still ignoring him. Peter suddenly realized he was acting like he had towards Edmund the first time they went off to Narnia. He had hated himself for being so authoritative then, but the more he thought about Caspian and the chances of Edmund getting to see him, the more he loathed his brother.
Sunday morning had clear skies and Peter felt a little bit better as he proposed that Edmund and he go out to fly a kite. Edmund was cheery then until the wind picked up rather suddenly and hoisted the kite up into a tree, so high up that it was impossible to reach, and since they were in a park, there were no ladders to get it down with. They were silent the entire way home.
As Peter checked on Lucy again, she now complained of her throat hurting. Susan suggested they call a doctor, but Peter still had hope.
“Doctors cost money, Susan. Lucy’ll turn around soon.” Peter explained when Susan probed him to call.
“So what if they cost money? I’m worried about her, Peter, and you should be too.”
“I am as equally worried as you are.” Peter said stiffly. “I just think it’s a minor cold which’ll go away soon. After all, it has been rather cold these past few days. Plus, I hear there’s something going around at school.”
“How would you know? You go to a different school than we do.” Susan said, getting up and leaving the room.
Peter sighed. There were so many reasons why he hated himself whenever he acted like Susan. Her short temper was one of them. He held Lucy’s hand as she whispered to him, “am I going to be all right…you know, when I go back?”
Peter held his breath for a moment. He would not lash out at his youngest sibling like he had with Edmund yesterday. It was wrong of him to do so.
“I’m sure you’ll be more than fine,” Peter whispered optimistically. He really thought she would come around by the time Narnia called her and Edmund to go back. He couldn’t imagine that Aslan would let her…no, Peter said to himself. Aslan would never allow it to happen. She’ll be fine.
The very thought of Lucy leaving their world scared him. He was so used to her and didn’t want her to go so soon. He considered calling a doctor. As soon as he walked to the kitchen where the phone was, he heard his name being called from the library.
“What, Ed?” He asked, coming towards his brother’s voice.
“Your favorite program. It just came on.” Edmund told him, lying on his stomach in front of a little radio. Peter wanted to say he had to call a doctor right away for Lucy, but for some reason couldn’t bring himself up to it. He hadn’t heard the program in weeks and never used to miss it on a regular basis. He was upset when the times had changed for it to come on, but Edmund always listened to it and this had been the first time in two weeks he had heard it again. Peter lie on his stomach as well, listening intently.
After it was over, he was crying with laughter. Edmund had done the same and Peter suddenly felt that they were on good terms again. He had totally forgotten to call the doctor until Susan brought it up later at dinner.
“Well?” She said, looking at him intently.
“Well, what?” Peter asked.
“Did you call the doctor?” Susan asked. Their caretaker, Mrs. Simmons, had the weekends off, so they were eating alone, just the three of them. Susan had brought a cup of soup up to Lucy.
Peter suddenly cursed himself in his head. He had meant to, but was distracted by the radio program.
“I honestly meant to,” he told her, “but then, things happened.”
She stared at him, “Things happened?”
“Well, you see,” He started to explain the situation, but she cut him off.
“This is not just some random illness, Peter! This is something that has Lucy. If you want to have Mrs. Simmons take a look at it, then by all means, bring it up to her, but Lucy needs a proper doctor. Can’t you see that?”
Peter was silent as Susan huffed and left the dinner table, clearly mad at him. He and Edmund finished their dinner in silence.
Peter wanted to hurt himself now. He had been so careless, so conceited toward his own problems and his own interests that he hadn’t been the proper older brother that he was supposed to be. He figured if Aslan could see him now, he would be shaking his head in disappointment. Peter wanted to cry, but stopped lingering on the matter and before he went to bed, he prayed. He prayed that Lucy would get better, for he hated seeing his sister in bed, especially when the others were perfectly fine. Before he went to bed, one last thought crossed his mind and kneeling at the edge of his bed, he murmured to himself, “and I pray that one day, I may see him again. Just one last time.”
“Peter! Wake up! We’re going to be late.”
Peter was instantly awoken by the sound of his brother’s voice as he felt the covers of his bed being pulled away. Instead of arguing with him, he decided to actually get dressed and ready. I forgot it was Monday. He thought. The weekend hadn’t brought him any real happiness which didn’t improve his mood of a standard Monday morning. Lucy stayed home, under Mrs. Simmons’ care. Peter noticed before his brother and he left that Susan was ignoring him. Typical girl. Peter thought, his chauvinistic attitude coming out.
At the underground, Peter noticed an unusually large crowd of people surrounding a part of the platform. Taking a closer look, he seemed to notice they were all female, or at least it appeared that way. His brother seemed to notice them too.
“I wonder what that’s all about.” He said, looking in their direction.
The girls were all murmuring and talking loudly, but neither brother could distinguish what they were talking about. Peter seemed bored as they waited for the train to arrive. When it finally did, they got on, Peter stealing the window seat, watching the crowd of girls disappear as they pulled out of the station. Even though he figured it hardly concerned him, he still didn’t let it go. Why were there that many girls there? Thinking back on where they were, they were all surrounding a portion of the wall. A lot of other people were eyeing them strangely. This was no ordinary thing they were gossiping about.
Seemingly bored, Peter headed to class without a second glance at his brother as he headed off in a different direction. He seemed highly apathetic today which wasn’t to say that he wasn’t always. He was usually apathetic when it came to school. Swerving through desks, he plunked down in his seat for his first class: History. He would have loved the subject so much more if his teacher weren’t so horribly monotonous. He caught himself sleeping several times in the class and each time, the boys around him would snicker to themselves.
Glancing at the front of the class, he saw today’s lesson written on the board. They were going to learn about The Renaissance. Brilliant, Peter thought unenthusiastically. Before he reached down to take his textbook out however, something caught his eye. Squinting, Peter noticed a familiar looking head. Long dark brown hair that touched past the shoulders and olive skin that showed on his arms from a distance.
Transfixed, Peter muttered, “It can’t be…”
Slowly, almost dramatically, Peter rose from his seat. He walked deliberately toward the boy at the front of the class and facing the back of his head asked in a slightly bewildered voice, “Caspian?”
Author's Note: Ok, so this chapter wasn't really well developed in terms of what I could do, so I'm sorry if it's somewhat boring. This is a fill-in-the-gap chapter. After this, things will move, I promise. Ok...other than that, I hope you'll stay with me on this one, cause it's the later chapters that I'm excited about, ^_^