Here's the 4th chapter. It's not that great but it made me laugh a couple of times- probably cause I'm so damn sleep deprived, anyways who cares. So read and review. I'm sorry if there's a minefields of grammatical errors.

Disclaimer- Go ask a psychic if you don't know what I'm going to say.

" Please," I said quite pathetically. " Please, I'm to young to die. Kill Blake, he's just a tree and besides he isn't as interesting as I am." I could see Blake staring at me.

" Eh?" I looked at the person holding the sword and I almost gasped, not because he was good looking or anything but because he was the messiah of the war against the machines! Wait no- that was from Terminator. I mentally gave myself a face palm.

This guy was just another dragon rider. Well actually he was Eragon, the dragon rider who was going to save me and Blake and eventually the Varden and then he was going to save Alalgeisia! Big dreams for such a little guy, I noted since was a little bit taller than me and I was 5'6, and Blake absolutely dwarfed this guy since he was almost six feet tall.

Anyways back to my current dilemma, he was now pointing at us with a sword that was crimson and seemed pretty old. Now that I looked at it closely (I mean it was pointing at my chest….wait- What!)

" Why are you pointing your sword at my chest!" I demanded. I also gave Eragon a well deserved glare for a more dramatic effect.

" What?" He asked again. Clearly he was confused.

" Perv." I muttered under my breath. Beside him an old man stood, I recognized him as Brom and I almost burst out laughing. He was a dead ringer for Gandalf from the Lord of The Rings. I giggled but tried my very best to suppress them.

" What do you find so amusing?" The Gandalf look alike asked.

" Nothing." I managed to say between giggles.

They turned their attention to Blake. Stare…. Stare…more seconds passed by and it was still stare…stare…stare.

I sighed. Quite obviously they had nothing better to do so they were just going to stare each other down. I suppose it was guy thing.

" Who are you?" Asked Eragon after a solid minute of staring.

" Who are you?" Blake responded. I resisted the urge to give myself a face palm. Oh boy, now they were going to go answer each other with endless questions. Not if I could help it.

" Ok, how about we just get over this." I pointed to Blake. " He is Blake." I pointed to Eragon, " Now, who are you?"

" I'm- " he was cut off by the Gandalf look a like.

" We don't need to answer you're useless questions." Brom, or Gandalf, said.

I rolled my eyes. " Really and why is that?"

" Because you are of absolutely no importance."

I snorted. " Really and how do you know that? For all you know I could be a psychic." I knew that what I had just said was a load of cow droppings but if it got them to believe me, then it would be awesome, if not then I'd have nothing to lose.

Brom snorted. " Psychics don't exist."

I smiled. If only he knew….. " Really?" I smiled mischievously. " Then how do I know that you're Brom from Carvahall and are on the run with Eragon of Carvahall?"

Brom laughed " You could have known that by looking at the posters."

" How do I know that you were the storyteller of Carvahall?"

" You asked around."

This guy really was as stubborn as I thought. I looked at Eragon who looked like he might believe me. " How would I know that Eragon's uncle, Garrow, was killed by the Raz'ac and now you're on your way to Dras' Leona to get revenge?"

Eragon seemed surprised. " How did you-?"

I smiled. " I'm psychic, remember? So now will you help me?"

Eragon looked me as if trying to see if I could be trusted. I just stared back. All this looking into your soul thing was getting old, fast!

" So……..?"

" Yes, you may come with us." He said as he walked over to the horses.

I smiled. They had absolutely no idea of what they were in for. For a second I pitied them. Then I remembered how much fun this was going to be.

" Are we there yet?" I asked Blake for the millionth time as I held onto Eragon. " Are we there yet?"

" No." He said for the millionth and one time .

" How about now?"

" Does she ever stop talking?" Brom asked Blake.

" Sadly, no." Blake responded

I smiled. " Imagine how boring life would be if I didn't talk."

" It'd be much more quiet." Eragon grumbled.

" No it wouldn't cause then there'd be someone else to take my place."

He sighed again. He was probably regretting not stabbing me with the sword. He was probably regretting meeting me in the first place.

I looked at the scenery which flew past us. " Are we there yet?"

" No!" They all yelled.

Damn.

" I am really special, Cause there's only one of me!Look at my smile, I'm so damn happy. Other people are jealous of me!When I'm sad and lonely, I like to sing this song,It cheers me up and shows me, That I won't be sad for longOh! Oh! Oh!I'm so happy I can barely breathe Puppy dogs and sugar frogsAnd kittens, baby teeth So, watch out all you mothersI'm happy, it's hardcoreHappy as a cucumber 20 dollar whoreI'm really happy I'm sugar-coated meHappy good, anger bad That's my philosophy"I can't do this, manI'm not happy"I am really special, Cause there's only one of meLook at my smile, I'm so damn happyOther people are jealous of meThese are my love handles And this is my spout If you tip me over then momma said knock you outI am special, I am happy, I am gonna heaveWelcome to my happy worldNow get your shit and leaveI am happy, I am good, I'm..."I'm outta here! Screw you!"

I kept singing that as we rode through Alagiesia. I could tell all three of my… companions, to put it nicely, were probably cursing their sad fates. Who could blame them, it was an annoying song, but so so catchy, and it was being sung by me. It also didn't help I couldn't sing to save me my life.

" Will you please shut up!" Blake finally yelled as I sang the Happy song for the seventh

Time.

" Jeez, no need to be rude." I said trying to pretend being hurt.

" Well it's hard not to be rude when you're singing that damn song!"

I smiled. I finally figured out how to get Blake to talk, you just had to piss him off. "Watch your language." I said in a singsong voice.

He rolled his eyes. " Sometimes I wonder why I haven't killed you yet."

" That would greatly help the world." Brom said darkly. " Not to mention it would rid the world of a great evil."

I laughed. " One day I'm going to save your life, and then you'll have to take that back."

" I doubt it." Eragon said.

I looked at him quizzically. " Hey, it's possible."

He snorted. " Not unless you annoy them until they commit suicide. Unless you can do that, then it's impossible.

" Everything is possible, it's just not probable." I retorted.

" Yeah, right." Blake said. " What idiot told you that?"

" Ummm…. You did."

He looked genuinely perplexed. " When?"

" When I was arguing with you the other day."

" Oh."

" So therefore, you're an idiot." I said happily.

Blake glared. I was reminded of the saying if looks could kill. I laughed.

" What's so funny?" Eragon asked.

" If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now." I giggled. He looked at me as if he was afraid I was insane.

He didn't even know half of what I was capable of. That REALLY made me pity him and his sanity.

Are you guys psychic like Joey? If not then here's a hint- Review, please. Helps to know if you think that this is stupid or what, if you have constructive criticism that go ahead and review. If not, then review anyways…. Random stories are fun too.