*Peeks out from around corner* Hi guys, before you want to start throwing stuff at me or anything, I'm sorry. I know it's not worth much but I sincerely apologize for how long it is been since I last updated. Novembers been pretty bad because of NaNoWriMo which is something I always do, but that's still no excuse and for that I am sorry.

Of course, I don't own the Inheritance Cycle or any of the characters, but if I add a dog to this story, I reserve all rights over him. XD

Nothing had changed in the house in the past month and a half, other then the interior decorations and style in the various rooms. Eragon wasn't much one for the holidays but Saphira and Arya were so of course the house had been taken into the spooky Halloween theme within the first week of October.

It wasn't that he hated Halloween or anything, but Eragon tended to have bad mishaps on the holiday for the dead and creepy. Last year he had almost been run over by a truck and had had to spend the night in the emergency room because of a possible concussion. A fact that was made worse by Arya and Saphira who had taken a video of the entire thing and after cussing out the truck driver and throwing everything in reach at him they spent the rest of the night laughing at how funny Eragon had looked jumping to the side.

This year however, the house just seemed gloomy. Murtagh didn't really come out of his room much but when he did it was rarely with a nice comment. The last time he and Eragon had had an interaction it had ended with Eragon stalking off after being insulted at how badly he cleaned his room and how unnecessarily loud he was.

To put things simply, Eragon and Murtagh didn't get along too well and both blamed the other party rather avidly. After Arya had come back on the first day, Eragon had complained to her about how much of an ass Murtagh was and that he just knew they would have some problems between them. Murtagh on the other hand had told Arya after she had asked a week or two ago that Eragon was naïve and didn't know anything about how life worked which made it annoying to have a conversation with him.

Arya just thought they were making up excuses and she told them both so on many occasions.

"I'm going out! Saphira's in charge!" Eragon sat up blearily as the call sounded throughout the house waking him up from his somewhat peaceful slumber. It took a moment for him to realize what Arya had said and then he bolted up and scrambled down the stairs.

"What are we, five? There's not need to assign a babysitter every time you leave the house." He stated churlishly as he glared at her.

"If I don't, I may come back to find you and Murtagh in jail for something completely stupid and the house in ashes around Saph's peaceful dead body."

"You think I'd kill Saph?" He cried out in anger, not bothering to dispute that the rest of it might actually occur.

"Good point… The house would still be destroyed and then I'd have to kill you both for leaving me without a place to live and destroying my room."

"So you don't care if we break the law, as long as you still have the house and your room?" He was staring at her now.

"That is correct." With those final words Arya waved and left, locking the door behind her as if to enunciate the fact that she thought of Eragon and Murtagh as children.

"Ugh! I hate her sometimes! She has no respect what so ever." He grumbled as he shuffled into the kitchen.

"It's not like you deserve it, kid, especially when you're as loud as you are." Eragon jumped at the new voice and tripped, hitting his knee on the counter as he caught himself and turned to glare at Murtagh who was watching him with a look of distaste on his face.

"Whatever. Don't you have some freshman to eat or something?" Eragon filled up a glass of water and took a small sip.

"Nah, not today. I satiated my appetite yesterday with this lovely blonde; she had the most shapely hips and beautiful skin…"

"WAY too much information there. I really don't care or want to know who you fucked last night."

"Who said anything about having sex? I thought we were talking about my cannibalism. Though," Murtagh said as he thought, "I guess you could consider them the same thing in some ways. Eragon felt his face and his ears burn and he turned away as he sputtered up water.

"Oh, my bad, I forgot I was in the presence of a virgin."

"I am not!" Eragon defended before covering his mouth with his hand and blushing even more.

"Oh then, that is an interesting little tidbit of information. Care to share when the big event happened, and with whom?"

"NO! That is none of your business!" Eragon stalked into the front room and plopped himself down onto one of the couches.

"Whatever, not like I really care, but you'd think that anyone with any experience at all wouldn't be as blushy as you were when I mentioned the girl I was with." Eragon frowned at Murtagh and turned back to the TV which he had just flicked on. Murtagh sat down on the sat down on the other couch and watched him critically as he settled on watching some criminal investigative show.

They sat there in silence for a while. Eragon's blush kept dying down but then he'd look over at Murtagh who was only wearing a pair of black sweatpants with his hair still messy from sleep and he'd start blushing again.

"What's wrong with you, kid?"

"Huh?" Eragon looked over at Murtagh in confusion. Murtagh was watching him curiously and Eragon suddenly felt self-conscious. He was wearing only an old t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts that he used to wear to paint in and now he just wore them as pajamas unless he had an art project to work on.

"You're still blushing from a conversation that ended ten minutes ago." Murtagh stood up and headed towards the stairs. When he got to the bottom, he turned back. "Are you sure you're not a virgin?"

There you go. Sorry, it's still a little short, but they're going to start getting longer. I meant to finish this on Halloween which was the way it started, but I promise that I'll finish it before Christmas.