Title: WOW! WHAT HAPPENED HERE!
A/N: my first fic so please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or anything else for that matter. Boo-Hoo.
Summary: Eragon is a big headed, simple boy. Murtagh is really depressed, Arya is a germophobiac (obsessed with germs), the two dragons have gone to eat brunch in Joannes(a small restaurant) but it was closed so the had to go to Mac Donald's but Saphira is on a diet so they went to get a takeaway instead, and Brom is briefly mentioned. Well a bit more than brief but still.OH and Roran is a hippie.
(In a spooky voice)On a relatively dark and mild evening, four supposed teenagers (i.e. relevant to Arya) were giving it their all, in the battle of the wits.
"Well, you think you've bested me but you are terribly wrong."
"Guys, please can we not do this again, it isn't a competition."
"I don't care, I've probably lost anyway. I always loose."
"Well I'm competing and I say I think I've won, I HAVE A …."
"WAIT!! I FORGOT TO WASH MY HANDS!!"
Arya scurried off to wash her hands…..Five minuets later….
"I don't know why we're even playing; it always ends up with an argument. I don't know why it's called "having fun" either, I'm not enjoying myself, as usual." Murtagh was rambling on in his usual depressed way, poor lad.
"As I was saying," Eragon pronounced" I … (very dramatic altogether) HAVE …AAA…"
"WAIT!! I FORGOT TO CLEAN THE SINK!!"
Ten minuets later…..
"There, all clean" She finally relaxed back into their game of cards. Eragon at this stage was very annoyed at being interrupted for the second time, quickly slammed down a seven of hearts card and yelled "SNAP!"
Murtagh let his head flop down onto his arms and began to sob hopelessly. "Erm, little cousin, we were playing poker" Roran leant over to check if Murtagh was o.k.
Eragon's face went blank as his brain processed this new word.
"P-O-K-E-R….OH YEAH!!" he suddenly exclaimed, "Cool." He added another dollop of grease to his scalp and started combing his hair.
Arya had almost buried herself in the back of her sterilised chair. Roran had moved while being only three feet away from her! She could almost see the germs moving on his "organic" clothes. EEEWWWWWW!!
Roran was still trying to soothe Murtagh, who from you could hear a faint murmur "…every time we play, every time…"
Brom who was a really, really, really, really old guy "Hey! I'm not that old!" Fine the oldish, narkey guy named Brom, Happy now"Yeah, thanks.", had inconspicuously positioned himself inside his"safe zone" and shuddered at the thought of what he was in store for. "It's going to be a long summer."
That's it for the moment and sorry that it's short but I would love some reviews, I've braced myself!