We're at it again. Jammes and I got bored with our...gosh...fourth story...So we stared another Eragon fic (motions to "Signed in Blood"- which I will eventually finish posting...maybe). Characters are OOC, they swear, they sleep around, they do crazy things...hey...their typical teenagers.

We don't own Eragon...(or the actors to who play them - sadly enough). We have the potential of adding characters from bands (coughnightwishcough). My character is Tarja (coughnightwishcough) and Jammes is Kamell (Don't even ask). If you have issues with slash (I make no promises that it will be in this), don't read it. And don't flame...If you don't like it, thats great, spend your time finding a different story to read. On that note, let the games begin.

This story is M for mature content, language and other horrible things. Please honor FF.N's rating thingy McBobber. If you shouldn't be reading this stuff, then don't.

Oh, one more thing...What Jammes write will be in Italics...what I write will be in bold...just to make it easier because we're very different writers.

There is little to be said of the small town of carvenhall. Made up of mostly farmers, it is a far cry from anything interesting. Children are sent to school, their fathers and mothers work, there lives repeat with every passing day. Caught up in this world, our story begins with two odd friends, whoes lives will never be the same again.

"You smell." Kamell informed her closest friend, Eragon

"Thanks."

"Seriously, what where you doing outside? You reek."

"I am glad our friendship is so great that you can tell me the honest truth."

"I pride myself in it." She grinned, causing him to shake his head and sigh. "But seriously, go shower. You're making my eyes water."

"I love you too." Eragon grumbled, stomping to his bathroom.

Perhaps not the most typical pair of friends, the two live on the outskirts of the town, away from the white washed barns and proper family portraits. Eragon lived on a small farm with his uncle and cousin, raising their own food and some to sell off when there was an extra surplus. Kamell lived in the next residence over, a small home that saw its prime many years ago, her guardian, a distant uncle, was known as the towns Crazy, and had no known job, although he was able to support himself, and his charge.

"Better?" Eragon returned into the room drying his hair with a towel.

"Yes." Kamell looked up from the text book laying in front of her to examine her friend for effectiveness of his work

"Now you can come in."

"It is my bedroom!"

"Like I care?"

"Is this why you come over here, to annoy me?"

"No, I come for your hot cousin." Eragon rolled his eyes and collapsed on to his bed nest to her, "I'm only kidding."

""Yeah, I know. So what are you working on?"

"Economics. It's due tomorrow. Don't tell me you forgot."

"Oh shit." Eragon had indeed forgotten about his homework, for far more pressing things laid on his mind.

"Good job."

"Shut up." Eragon borrowed her book for a moment, to look at the gibberish he soon to answer a series of questions on.

"So what were you doing this morning?"
"I went for a walk."
"Right…"
"What?"
"Did this walk involve a girl?"
"No! Come on Kam, I would tell you if that kind of thing happened."
"So you would tell me if you were bumpin' ugly with someone?"
"If I was what?" Eragon looked at her with what could be described as a classic WTF look.
"Bumpin' ugly, doing the horizontal bop, hittin' that, sex." Eragon's face did not change as he sat in shock.
"When did you turn… ghetto?"
"Brom got cable." She said, like it explained everything. "MTV is his favorite."
"You already have cable."
"I did, in my room, but I finally talked him into joining the 21st century."
"Still doesn't explain why you are asking."
"I had to explain to him what the terms mean. I've had sex on the brain since."
"Ew?"
"Imagine having Garrow come and ask you what Roran and Katrina do out in the barn/"
"Ok, you need to stop now."
"But I've made my point."
"Yes."
"Good" Eragon shuddered to get the image that crossed his mind out, before trying to tackle his economics.
"I found something." The thought that harbored in his head finally forced itself out.
"One of the answers?"
"No, out in the woods, during my walk."
"What?"
"A stone."
"Nature is full of them."
"No, I mean, like a weird one."
"Ok?"
"It's blue."
"Where is it?"
"in the barn."
"is it worth anything?"
"I don't know." There was a pause when Eragon and Kamell simply looked at each other.
"Can I see it?"
" I don't usually make it a habit to show my stones to woman who ask." Eragon grinned childishly.
"You perv."
"You would have gone to that level too."
"No. I don't have stones."
"You know what I mean." She grinned wickedly.
"What about men? Do you show off your stones to them?"
"Just come on." Eragon lead her to the back of the barn, to one of the long since empty horse stalls. There, laying on a pile of hay, was the stone.
"It is beautiful!" She kneeled down in front of it to examine it, picking it up. She expected it to weigh a great deal, but to her surprise she found it hollow.
"Yeah. It was glowing when I found it. I took it to Katrina's father, you know what a collector he is, but he freaked out when he found out where I found it."
"Where did you find it?"
"The spine." Kamell grinned. The spine was well known to be owned by the Galbitorix himself, a business tycoon turned dictator.
"It must be worth a fortune then."

Oh, snap!