AN: Okay, so have you ever watched a tv show that showed something happening and went back and re-showed it through all the different character's points of view? Well, for a while, I've had an idea to do something similar in a short fanfic using the Pevensies but didn't quite get around to it until now. It's just a rather light humor fic, mostly for laughs, not really to be taken seriously. It will probably be only about three chapters long and will show the story of what happened through the eyes of each of the three older pevensies (Lucy isn't in this story). This first chapter is going to have Peter's point of view in it. Basicly the plot is this: Edmund, Peter, and Susan had a party, got in trouble for it and they all have different ideas about what really happened.

"How did this whole thing blow up in our faces?" Edmund grumped as he walked over to the other side of the living room, carrying an already over-flowing garbage bag.

Susan didn't answer him; she was too busy thinking about how long it was going to take her to get all of this gunk out of her nail-beds when they finally finished cleaning up.

Peter glared at him tossing a glass soda-bottle he'd just found in one of the couch cushions into Edmund's garbage bag. "Don't look at me, this one is your fault."

"It is not!" Edmund protested sullenly, struggling to tie the ends of the bag closed, accidentally banging the side of this elbow into Susan and knocking into her so that she flipped over and landed on the other side of the couch with an automatic, "Oof!"

"Sorry, Su." Edmund let go of the trash bag and went over to help her up.

"It's okay," She sneered angrily, rubbing the back of her scalp. "My head broke my fall."

"Well, I still don't think it's fair that I'm getting blamed for everything that happened last night when Susan here was the one who invited those idiot girls from her English class-that's when things really went sour." Edmund said, desperate for them to cut him a little slack.

"So you're getting back at me by giving me a concussion?" Susan snapped, slapping her younger brother on the arm.

"Ah-ha!" Edmund exclaimed triumphantly, sticking his finger in her face. "So you admit what happened was your fault."

"Get your smelly finger out of my face!" Susan demanded, shoving her brother's hand away.

"Don't shove me." Edmund snapped, slapping her hand away from his hand.

A rather nasty brother/sister slap fight smack down might have taken place right then and there if Peter hadn't intervened and stepped in-between them. "Stop it, both of you!"

"She started it." Edmund grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better, I think you both share the blame." Peter said calmly, putting a hand on Susan's shoulder so that she didn't reach over and punch Edmund as the look on her face suggested she very well might be thinking about doing. Glancing over at his brother, he added, "You were the one who invited the rugger team over for supper, remember?"

"Come on, Peter," Edmund huffed incredulously. "You can't really believe that the two of us were the only ones to blame for what happened. Remember the trouble you got us into last night?"

"I don't know what's wrong with your perception, my brother, but I can assure you, I remember perfectly well exactly what happened here last night." Peter retorted not sure if he should or should not feel insulted by what Edmund had just said to him.

"Then pray tell, Peter." Susan told him rather crossly. "Why don't you enlighten us on what happened last night since our memories seem to be so poor."

At least Peter had the decency to blush apologetically, realizing that he must have sounded rather pompous to them even if he was only trying to defend himself because he truly believed he was in the right. Well, supposing he did go back and explain what had happened? Then, maybe they'd see his point and the matter could be settled and dropped.

With that, Peter cleared his throat. "Fine, Susan, if you insist."

What happened at the Pevensie household last night, Peter's point of view:

"Okay dearest children." Mrs. Pevensie sang out in a cheerful timbre like a happy sparrow's call, as she scooped up her red leather purse and car keys. "I'm taking Lucy to a sleepover at Marjorie's house; then I'm meeting your father at a restaurant for supper tonight." She put her hand on Peter's shoulder. "I know you'll do a good job keeping things quiet here." She glanced over at Edmund who was stuffing a large powered pastry into his mouth and shook her head. "Why didn't I decide to stop after two children?"

Peter looked at her and smiled sweetly. "Because then you wouldn't have had Lucy, mother dearest."

A bright golden halo lit-up over his head following a sweet, musical dinging sound as he smiled graciously. Mrs. Pevensie beamed with pride.

Edmund's voice cutting into the story: "Hey! Mum never said that! And 'Mother dearest'? Seriously? And what's with the halo?"

Peter's voice answering: "Hey yourself, this is my story, stay out of it!"

Susan walked down the stairs and strolled over to the mirror over near the lamp-stand in the corner were she proceeded to put on bright orange lipstick, applying way more than her fair share.

"Quit holding up traffic." Edmund chuckled jumping in-between the mirror and Susan so he could comb his hair.

"Edmund, I was there first." Susan said rather irritably.

Edmund rolled his eyes. "Your face isn't big enough to hold that much make-up anyway."

"Why can't the two of you be more like your wonderful brother?" Mrs. Pevensie sighed mournfully, kissing her eldest son goodbye on the forehead before dashing out the door.

"I'm calling the rugger team over for pizza." Edmund announced, finally moving out of the way of the mirror, much to Susan's delight as she rushed towards it and started applying black eyeliner.

Susan's voice cutting into the story: "Brown."

Peter's voice answering: "What?"

Susan's voice: "The eyeliner was brown, not black."

Peter's voice: "Can the two of you please save your comments until the end?"

Susan's voice: "Just saying."

Peter's voice: "Okay, fine."

"I'm calling the rugger team over for pizza" Edmund announced, finally moving out of the way of the mirror, much to Susan's delight as she rushed towards it and started applying brown eyeliner.

Peter's voice: "There, Su, are you happy now?"

Susan's voice: "Yes, thank you."

Peter's voice: "Okay, now on with my story, no more interruptions."

Peter shook his head and put an understanding hand on Edmund's shoulder. "Brother, I understand your deep inner need to connect with your peers but I fear dreadfully that inviting them would upset mother and as she has put me in charge-"

With an angry snort, Edmund brushed his brother's gesture of kindness away and stormed over to the telephone, proceeding to call the rugger team over anyway.

"That seems terribly discourteous." Peter said, putting his hand to his heart.

"Edmund, your rugger friends can't come over tonight." Susan whined, rushing over and pulling the telephone out of his hand. "I promised my friends from English class that we'd have a girl's night in."

"That's going to be kind of hard with me and Peter here, don't you think?" Edmund laughed, uncurling her fingers from around the phone in an attempt to take it back from her.

"Here's ten pounds." Susan let him take the phone so she could fumble around her purse for her wallet and press money into her brothers' palms. "Please just disappear for a few hours, alright?"

"My darling sister, O delight of my eyes, it seemth to me that I should perhaps go upstairs and take a nap until your female friends vacate our house, pleaseth let not the furniture be ruined." Peter said kindly, smiling at Susan and handing the money back to her.

Edmund slipped the money she'd given him into his pocket even though he had no plans to leave that evening and still intended to invite the rugger team.

Edmund's voice cutting in: "Peter, seriously? 'O, delight of my eyes'? When did we turn into Calormenes? And why are you turning some words into Elizabethan English? I mean we may be a bit of an old fashioned family, but that's just insane."

Peter's voice answering: "Ed?"

Edmund's voice: "Yeah?"

Peter's voice: "Shut up."

Edmund's voice: "I don't want to."

Susan's voice chiming in: "By the way, Ed, I want that money you pocketed back."

Edmund's voice: "Uh...I...Oh, by the Lion, Su! Will you please shut up and let Peter tell his story? You are being very rude interrupting it every three seconds. I don't know how you put up with her sometimes, Pete."

And so, trusting his siblings whole heartedly, Peter went upstairs and took a nice long nap. When he awoke an hour or so later, stretching his arms above his head and sighing happily, he heard an awful din coming from downstairs. He rushed down, frightened that his siblings might be in some sort of danger-perhaps a burglar or something-only to find a wild party going on in the living room!

The rugger team was playing a game of 'Toss Mrs. Pevensie's expensive oriental vase around like a football' while a bunch of guys Peter don't even know where sitting around clipping their toe nails and then flinging them at one another. A group of girls that Peter vaguely recognized as Susan's friends were standing in a circle gossiping loudly. The music was loud and he also thought he saw at least four couples making out in the living room corners.

Peter rushed over to the radio and turned the volume down. "Please, people, don't be alarmed, but I must ask that you leave my house. This party was accidentally thrown without parental consent and-" before he could finish his sentence he was picked up by three very large boys and shoved into a closet.

From the closet, Peter could hear the sound of the crazy party going on. Though he was terribly worried about the possibly permanent damage being done to the house, he didn't loose his head, he remembered his days as high king of Narnia and calmly knocked on the door a few times to remind passersby that he was in there. After his knuckles grew wearily, he calmed himself by humming his little sister Lucy's favorite hymn, 'ode to Aslan'.

The next thing he knew, his mother was opening the closet door and glaring at him before he had a chance to explain what had happened.

End of Peter's story

Susan wrinkled her nose, looking at her brother with complete disgust. "That is not what happened!"

Edmund let go of the broom he had been sweeping with while listening to Peter's account of how they'd gotten into this mess and walked over to his brother, staring deeply into his right ear.

A little freaked out, Peter moved away slightly and glanced at Edmund nervously. "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for a way in there." Edmund joked. "I'm sure your mind is full of parallel worlds where that story would possibly, vaguely, maybe make a little teeny bit of sense or be even partly accurate."

Peter shoved him away. "Quit breathing so heavily on my ear."

"Edmund has a point, Peter." Susan laughed, rolling her eyes. "The world according to you does come across as rather...unique..."

"Well, I suppose one of you has a better way of explaining how all this happened?" Peter huffed, waving his arm at the trash-filled, torn-up living room.

Susan and Edmund glanced at each other and shrugged. "Most likely."

AN: So did you like it? Who's point of view do you think I should do the story from next? Edmund's or Susan's? Please review.