First of all, I'm writing Eragon and Arya in a different way. I feel like it's more realistic if Arya is confused and indecisive about her emotions because she's a teenager and she's conflicted about Faolin and shit like that.

She knew what was coming before she got in the car and so she steeled herself, preparing to ignore her mom. The moment she got into the flashy vehicle her mother's cold, condescending voice grated through her and she clenched her jaw shut in annoyance.

"I thought I told you to stay away from that kid. Does he go here?"

"No."

"Then why is he anywhere near the school!"

"He picks up Saphira."

"What were you doing with him?"

"Ignoring him."

"Is he bothering you?"

"No."

"Then why were you ignoring him?"

"Because."

"Arya!"

"Mom."

Her mother exhaled angrily.

"You will listen to what I say or you won't be allowed to stay in my house."

Arya was becoming tired of this repetitive argument.

"Then kick me out."

"One more action where you directly disobey me and you'll be cut off. Do you understand?"

"Sure."

"I'm serious, Arya!"

"Ok."

Her mother slammed the steering wheel in frustration. Arya looked over surprised. Her mother never lost control of her emotions. She was looking straight ahead, knuckles white as she gripped the leather of the wheel. The tendons in her neck were straining in fury. Shit, she's' pissed. Arya observed calmly. Despite coming to that realization she couldn't find it in herself to care.

They rode in silence and when they got home she went to her room. Laying down she flipped on the station Eragon had been listening to when she rode with them. She wouldn't admit it but she enjoyed the anger it allowed her to release. All the built up fury in her was stirred by the violence of the music. Changing the station to another that Eragon listened to, ignoring the fact that he was the one to introduce her to them, she turned the music up. The song that played from the speakers hit something at her core. . . . . tired of being what you want me to be. Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. Don't know what you're expecting of me, put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.

She grabbed her laptop and typed in the first lyrics to find a name to the song as the chorus played. Numb by Linkin Park. The next set of lyrics made her cringe. Every step that I take is another mistake to you! I've become so numb I can't feel you there. I've become so tired, so much more aware. I'm becoming this. All I want to do, is be more like me and less like you. It felt like the guy was singing about her life. Suddenly her mother threw the door open and stormed into the room. She went over to the radio and turned it off before whirling to face Arya.

"Now you're listening to this garbage!? I've raised you better than this! What is wrong with you!"

"Nothing."

"This is not to be listened to in my house! Do you understand me? You will not see that boy. He is already tainted you with his tastes. Soon he'll be dragging you into a parking lot to have his way with you! You are to stay away! Never go anywhere near him or his friends again."

Arya didn't know then what made her do what she did next. Maybe it was that the music was a conduit for her anger to come through. Maybe it was because her mother had insulted both her and Eragon, although she had no clue why she'd care if she had. Standing, she went straight to her mother and got in her face. Her words came out bitter and filled with venom.

"Watch me."

So what if it's confusing. He's entertaining and fun to hang around with. Besides, I can't hang out with Saphira without seeing Eragon so I should just live with it.

Shock filled Islanzadi's eyes as Arya started to open her drawers and pull out clothes.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

Apparently her mother had recovered from her shock.

"Leaving."

"I bought you those clothes. They stay."

"Sure."

She said although Arya continued to pull out outfits and toss them on the bed.

"I wont let you get out of the house with those."

Turning again she stood tall, hatred for her mother racking her body. Her eyes were filled with malice as she spoke viciously at her.

"I dare you to try and stop me."

Her mother took a step back and Arya went to the closet to pull out her backpack. She ripped up a corner of the carpet and stuffed the money she'd hid in there for a situation like this into a backpack. She also grabbed the extra set of keys to her motorbike. Her mother had thought she was so clever, taking away the main set. Arya had already made two copies by then. She shoved her clothes into the bag and ignored whatever her mother was saying at that point. She didn't care anymore. Just before she left her room, she slid on her black BLK DNM Leather Motorcycle Jacket 8. With that, she tore down the stairs and went to the garage, opening the third door. Quickly she went to her Ducati Streetfighter. Grabbing her helmet she pulled the bag onto her shoulders and straddled the bike she'd been told by her mother time and time again that she wasn't allowed to ride.

She heard her mom's voice yelling as she kicked up the stand and clicked the bike into first, screeching out of the garage and away from the house that she never wanted to return to. The only problem was, she had nowhere to go. She didn't have any family. Not really any friends. Way to plan Arya, you're brilliant. Saphira. . . I could probably stay with her for a day or two until I figure some stuff out. She headed in the direction of the girl's house, hoping with everything that she would be alone.

Of course, nothing could go her way. It seemed to be the complete opposite of how she'd wished it. In fact, Saphira was in the street playing basketball with Eragon and his friends. What surprised her more was that several Varden guys were there as well. As she turned down the road they stopped their game to let whatever was about to pass when they caught sight of her bike. Nobody knew she had it so she knew their impressed reactions were for her bike and not that she could ride a motorcycle.

They expected the rider to pass so when she stopped in their midst they looked confused. Sighing at what was to come, she lifted her helmet.

-E-R-A-G-O-N-

As the motorbike tore around the corner, catching his eye, he couldn't help but admire. It was a black Ducati Streetfighter, a fricken bad ass looking bike with gold front forks and a vicious sounding clutch. The rider on it was obviously female. There was no way in hell a body so sexy belonged to a man. The driver's helmet was unique, a Nexx XR1R Diablo with a tinted visor that didn't allow for any glimpse of her face. As the woman came closer something about her seemed familiar but he had no clue why.

When she stopped by them his mind searched for whom it could be but found no suitable answer. When she revealed herself he'd almost passed out. There really were no words for the blazing burn that took over his body as Arya's hair fell around her shoulders and she looked at the people gathered. When her eyes rested on his she held them there for a moment before turning back to Saphira.

Eragon tried but couldn't help let his eyes wander over her black skinny jeans. They fit every curve of her body perfectly. Seriously, she's a road hazard with those on. She probably gives heart attacks to old men that she goes by. His eyes traveled up to her leather jacket covering a blue shirt. When he finally returned to her eyes he found she was looking at him again. Shit.

But she didn't look angry, only blank. There was no emotion in her eyes as she turned back to Saphira who was looking incredibly excited. Eragon walked over slowly to figure out exactly what was going on. He caught the end of Saphira's exuberant rant.

". . . . and you can live in the guest room for however long you want although you'll have to be careful or Eragon will pull you into our game of pranks. Probably come in while you're asleep and color on your face or something."

Confusion took over and also a very strong desire to see Arya asleep. She would looked relaxed. Not so cold and detached. But what did Saphira mean by guest room? Was Arya staying at Saphira's?

"What's going on?"

Arya and Saphira turned to look at him. Saphira was the one to talk.

"Arya is staying with me!"

Excitement shot through him although he tried his best to keep it hidden.

"That's awesome. Why?"

Arya's face didn't change but she looked away, back at Saphira who in turn glared at him before turning back to Arya.

"Lets get you settled in and stuff. My parents are gonna love this!"

"Seriously? If this will cause a problem I can find somewhere else."

Saphira took Arya's arm and dragged her inside, assuring her that her parents would be cool with it. Eragon looked after them as Baldor came up and threw his arm around his shoulders.

"That should make you happy."

Feigning ignorance he slipped out from under Baldor's arm.

"Why?"

"Oh don't even try Eragon. You got a thing for this chick and you know it."

"She's my friend."

Baldor threw the ball at him hard. Catching it Eragon turned and shot. Swish.

"She's is way more than a friend."

Sighing Eragon turned back around.

"Not to her."

Baldor grinned with sympathy in his eyes.

"That's rough bro. How do you know?"

Eragon laughed dryly.

"I just can tell. She has no interest in me. Maybe not even as a friend."

"Damn dude."
"Yeah."

"Forget it man, let's play.

Baldor shoved his arm and went and stole the ball from his brother. Sighing Eragon joined them.

Later that night Eragon looked out his window that faced Saphira's house, hoping for a glimpse of Arya. Having no such luck he lay back on his bed and threw his arms over his eyes. He stayed that way for a couple minutes, trying to figure out why on earth Arya was staying with Saphira. And then there was a knock on his door and Murtagh entered without giving Eragon a chance to invite him in. Tossing Eragon his black North Face RTD Rain jacket he turned around again.

"Get your ass up and stop sulking bro. Let's go have some fun."

Eragon pushed his jacket off of him and rolled on his side.

"Naw, take Roran."

Murtagh turned around and grabbed Eragon's hair, pulling.

"Ow! Dude let go!"

"Stand up!"

After he complied, Murtagh let go of Eragon's hair and picked up his jacket again, shoving it in his arms.

"I don't need this, Murtagh."

"Yeah you do, it's raining."

He groaned and slid on the North Face, following his brother out. Murtagh's car, a 1967 Chevrolet Camaro was running in the driveway. The black paint job was accented by a thick white stripe that wrapped around the grill. A Gray and White stripe was at the bottom of each of the sides across the doors. It was like a lion, beautiful but deadly. Murtagh was a street racer and had won it a year before. It was his baby and anybody who messed with it got the shit beat out of them.

Excitement burst through him as he sat down on the black leather seats. As they pulled out he looked up to see Arya in Saphira's window. She was smiling, probably at something Saphira had said. He kept his eyes on her as they drove away. They cruised for hour an a half before Murtagh pulled into a dark alley. What they came upon was an incredible sight to see. At least a hundred cars were lined up on two sides of a street and people walked around them, eyes practiced at examining. It was a street race. As Murtagh pulled in cheers arose and people waved. Eragon smiled, at least some people liked Murtagh, even if it was only because he was insane and took ridiculous risks. Something he'd learned a long time ago was that Murtagh would do anything at all to win. Anything. Stopping, Murtagh got out of the car, hands raised, and his egotistical smirk splayed across his lips as he walked towards a group of people.

Eragon stood back as his brother greeted his friends. Finally he called him over and introduced Eragon to anyone he didn't know. They talked a few moments before a man came over and shoved Murtagh hard in the chest. People stopped what they were doing in order to locate the commotion. The man went after Murtagh again but this time Eragon stepped in, grabbing the man's arms and pinning them behind his back. Regaining his balance, Murtagh chuckled.

"Razi, do you really want to do this?"

The man struggled against Eragon's arms to no avail.

"You think you can just embarrass me like you did and get away with it! Huh! That don't fly you little prick!"

Murtagh shrugged and crossed his arms.

"It doesn't look like you can do much about it."

Unbeknownst to Eragon the man grinned evilly. Suddenly an arm wrapped around his neck and yanked him back. Struggling, he tried to escape the vice grip that was cutting off his air supply. It squeezed tighter. Gasping, Eragon slammed his elbow into the man's side just as Razi went after Murtagh.

The man's arm loosened just enough that Eragon was able to slip away. Turning he was stopped by a fist that slammed into his cheekbone like a truck. Eragon wiped out on the pavement, hands scraping and back hitting hard enough to bruise. A body landed next to him and he looked to see it was Razi. Murtagh's booted foot cracked across the man's jaw and he went limp.

His gaze was brought back to the huge guy bumbling towards him. Shit. A hand grabbed under his arm and pulled him up. Murtagh looked at him a grinned.

"That's gonna leave a mark."

"Let's just get this guy down. I really want to get out of here now. I need ice."

Murtagh chuckled and they faced off against the big bald guy who tried to pummel them. It took them and another guy to fully subdue the giant but not before he gave them all a couple good punches. By the end Eragon was ready to leave. But of course, that was out of the cards. Murtagh still had a race to win. He offered to let Eragon ride with him but, not one for risking his life for just a thrill, he turned him down.

By the time they left it was three in the morning. Eragon rubbed his sore jaw.

"Dude, I have school tomorrow."

"Then you shouldn't have come."

Eragon shoved him.

"You made me."

Murtagh laughed.

"I didn't make you do anything. If you wanted to stay it woulda been easy enough."

Eragon sighed and rested his head against his seat. Murtagh pulled into a motel.

"Wait! Why aren't we going back tonight?"

"Because I'm tired. I won tonight, let this be my gift from you."

"Murtagh!"

"Relax bro, I'll get us up in time to get you to your stupid school. Oh, by the way, you might want to clean up that cut on your face, it could get infected."

"What cut?"

Murtagh chuckled again.

"You have like a two inch gash on your left cheek."

Eragon felt the dried blood as he reached his hand up. He groaned.

"Dude, why the hell do you have to get me beat up whenever I hang out with you?"

"Because you're stupid and don't pay attention to what's happening around you."

Eragon glared at him and opened the door the moment the car was stopped. Murtagh got them a room with two twin beds and Eragon went straight to his, ignoring the stinging on his cheek. When his head hit the pillow he had a feeling he wouldn't be going to school the next morning.

Somebody shook him. Waking, he looked over at the clock and groaned. It was 1:34 P.M. He stood and shoved Murtagh.

"Idiot, way to wake me up!"

"You didn't actually expect me to get up did you? Shit, I was more tired than you were."

"Asshole."

Murtagh laughed and headed for the door.

"Lets grab some food and get home. Checking his phone Eragon cringed. Seven missed calls. Four from Saphira and two from Roran, one from Brom. He checked his texts and chuckled. Poor Saphira.

Saphira: Where the hell are you?!

Saphira: Eragon if you make me ride with Arya on her bike I'll kill you!"

Saphira: Answer your phone!

Saphira: Asshole.

Saphira: Douchebag. You're so dead.

Her texts continued insulting and threatening him but he stopped reading after number ten. Murtagh drove to Ihop and Eragon ate half the things on the menu before they were ready to go. To his chagrin, they arrived home at three, just as Roran was getting home. As Murtagh pulled in the driveway Saphira burst out of her house. As he stepped from the car, Roran got out of the truck and stood with his arms crossed. Brom came outside, his face calm, but Eragon could see disappointment.

Great. This is going to be awkward. Another sound of a door opening and closing behind him alerted him to an added presence. Arya. . . When they took in his face Roran and Brom looked concerned and then angry, first at Murtagh and then at him. Saphira reached him after stomping across the street and he tried to look at her without turning his head all the way so she couldn't see his injury. She stopped behind him and put her hands on her hips, annoyed and angry.

"Don't even try Eragon. I'm not stupid, I saw their faces. What happened to you?"

Sighing he turned and her eyes went wide.

"What did you do!"

"It isn't that bad."

Arya reached them now. He caught her eye but her face was completely empty of emotion. Roran walked forward and yanked him around.

"What the hell happened to you?"

At this Murtagh got out of the car.

"Hold up. Calm your pants guys, it wasn't his fault."

Roran turned angrily to him.

"Yeah, we know."

Murtagh put his hands up.

"Hey, it wasn't me! This dude came up and shoved me. Eragon stopped him and this big ass douche nailed him. It's just a scratch."

"Murtagh, get outta here."

Shrugging, his brother got back in his car and pulled out quickly with a smirk at Eragon. Dick. Eragon put his hands in his pockets and let his head lean back, relaxing it.

"Can I just go get cleaned up, please?"

Roran laughed.

"Yeah right. You aren't going to tell us where you were then you go to the hospital. Don't be so stupid Eragon, come on."

"Shut up dude."

Eragon tried to pass by him but Roran grabbed him.

"I'm serious Eragon, he's going to get you killed."

"He's not. We didn't go anywhere dangerous I swear."

"Really doesn't seem that way."

Breathing out slowly he tried to explain.

"Seriously, it wasn't. This guy just came up and started a fight for no reason."

"Nobody gets in a fight for no reason Eragon. Murtagh obviously did something to him to piss him off."

"Are you going to let me in or not?"

"Maybe you should go to Saphira's. I might add another injury if you come here."

Eragon leaned against his truck.

"Maybe I'll just go for a little walk."

Roran shrugged and went inside. Looking over he saw Brom just watching him before he too turned and disappeared inside the house. Dammit. He didn't know why but disappointing Brom was not something that he liked to do. It made him feel like shit. Saphira sighed and gripped his arm.

"Eragon, let's go get you cleaned up."

Guest: Well, I am getting them from somebody else because they were erased off of my computer but I have around twelve unedited so far.

Pie6013: I always respond haha. Well, I do if there's a question of some kind or like, something I need to say.

Microbat98: Lol no I have twelve at the moment and only a few are edited. I'll be getting more from my source in a while. And it doesn't take me that long, but then again, I don't really have all that much time.

funnelwebs: Yeah I'll definitely check them out at some point. Lol my brother can and he's a skinny as a stick. It's annoying. Yeah people, even those claiming to be your friends, all turn out to be douches at some point. And it's all good haha.

And thank you to all the reviewers! You guys inspire me to write and edit faster :D