So this is something new that I'm trying-yes it's been done before but I wanted to give it a shot-and if I get enough reviews I might write more of them but for now this is it.
I don't own anything involving the Inheritance Cycle sadly, Christopher Paoloni does.
Eragon Rider glared at the house in front of him, it had been made for college students who didn't have their own house or weren't able to get a dorm room a couple of years ago. Still in use today, it was now going to be his new home, at least until he graduated from Varden University in four years.
The young brunet wasn't mad that he had to live in the house, nor was he nervous about starting college or having housemates. It was the fact that somehow, he had been roomed with two of his friends, a crazy pair that never seemed to get tired of poking fun at him. A couple weeks ago it had been dyeing his hair bright pink-washout of course-and he wasn't sure what they'd do next, especially if they were all living together. Dress him up as a girl or something like that, most likely, he thought.
Despite being insane, they were great friends; they stood by his side when he first came out as gay, they stood up for him, and they always had him having a good time. They just enjoyed meddling in Eragons' life a little too much for his taste.
He opened the door quietly and looked around; sighing with relief when he saw that there was no one in the first room. It was big, with two chocolate brown couches, a lush tan carpet, a large coffee table, and a gigantic wide-screen television on the light brown walls. Eragon walked in and closed the door behind him, setting his bags down on the ground with a loud thump.
"Oh my god! Eragon!" He turned at the shriek in time to see Saphira throw herself at him. She was small, with platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but despite her size, she was very strong. They'd known each other since the third grade when she'd moved in to the house down the street from Eragon, where he'd lived with his uncle and his cousin, Roran.
"You're finally here! Arya told me to tell you she said hi, but she had to leave for her economics class."
"That's fine." Eragon smiled slightly, slowly removing his best friend who had yet to let go of him.
"And we have another house-mate, some guy in the year above Arya. She say's he's not too bad, just private, but I haven't met him yet." She jumped back and grabbed Eragon's hand, smiling at him before pulling him into the kitchen that was attached to the living room.
"This is the kitchen, there's no table, but we have everything else we might need; sink, oven, microwave, toaster, dishwasher, blender, and even a fully-stocked fridge and pantry." As she listed everything, she tapped her index finger with her right fingers, starting with her index and adding another each time, restarting after she said 'toaster'.
"Cool." Eragon blinked, his brown eyes staring warily at her.
"It is!" She grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the hall. "This is Arya's room and that one is mine," she said, pointing at the respective rooms, "and that is our bathroom, stay out of there." Eragon nodded, smiling slightly when she finally dropped his wrist, rubbing it unconsciously.
"Now your room is upstairs, the first door on the right. Both you and Murtagh have your own bathrooms too."
"Who?"
"Our other house-mate, the one I told you about. He's a junior and one of Arya's friends."
"Okay." Saphira smiled at him again before heading into her bedroom. He sighed with relief, they'd seen each other a couple of days ago, but he'd expected the large amount of energy. Saphira tended to get hyper right before school started.
Eragon walked back to the front door and picked up his bags before heading up the stairs. He pushed open the door to his room and placed his bags on the bare bed. It was a pretty standard room with a bed, desk, dresser, and a closet. The walls were white, but he'd paint them later, and the floor was oak with a gun stalk finish which left it a golden-brown color.
On a hook on the wall, there was a small keychain with two keys on it. One had a green cover over the top with the words 'room four' written on it in small black ink. The other had a grey cover, the word 'house' written on it instead. Eragon slipped the chain onto his key ring and pocketed it.
He quickly unpacked his clothes and set his computer on top of the desk before turning to place his textbooks on the floor next to it. He then headed into the adjoining bathroom and placed his toothbrush and toothpaste next to the sink and his other toiletries in their various places.
Eragon walked back into his room and began making the bed. It wasn't the neatest, but it would do. He had just finished tucking the grey comforter under the mattress when he heard a door open somewhere in the house. A couple of seconds later he was startled by a quiet voice.
"Hey." Eragon jumped slightly before turning to face his doorway. It was a man, probably around 20 years old, with shaggy black hair and piercing dark brown eyes. He was a few inches taller then Eragon and was wearing a rock and roll t-shirt with a pair of loose jeans.
"Uh, Hi."
"I'm guessing you're Eragon, one of the freshman."
"Yeah…"
"I'm Murtagh." Eragon smiled at that. So this was Murtagh. "Don't bug me unless it's an emergency, don't touch my stuff, never come into my room without knocking, and don't make a lot of noise."
"Okay."
"Good. See ya." Murtagh left and a few seconds alter, Eragon heard the other bedroom door close again.
"Well he's an ass," he muttered, before resuming what he was doing before.
That's it so far. I was going to make this a long one-shot, but since it's me and I'm lazy, I'm breaking it up into chapters. Review please!
