Sorry it's a little late; I've been sort of busy recently. You should get another update soon but I can't say when. On the bright side though IT'S THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS IN TWO WEEKS! And you know what that means? More updates!

Warning/Disclaimer: See first chapter please.

Eragon was getting changed after PE when he was cornered in the changing rooms by the boys from before.

"Shouldn't little Era be in the GIRL's changing rooms?" one of them snickered obnoxiously.

His friends all agreed with him and started to laugh while cracking their knuckles threateningly.

"Um, guys, unless you're too thick to notice I'm a boy. And that by default means I should use the boys changing rooms and not the girls."

He realised that was the wrong thing to say when they all glared at him and the few people remaining in the changing room who could have helped him left as quickly as possible.

"You're gonna regret insulting our intelligence sissy."

...

Saphira was dancing around impatiently for Eragon outside the library at the end of the school day.

"Where is he?" she muttered angrily to herself.

Catching sight of some of her other friends she rushed over to them, "Hey guys, you seen Era? He was supposed to meet me here."

Gilraen and Leo both shook heads, but Leo looked thoughtful "He had PE last right? Do you want me to check the changing rooms?"

Saphira accepted immediately, as she was starting to get a little worried as well as irritated by Eragon's lack of appearance.

...

Leo entered the changing rooms and had a quick look around; when he didn't find anything he made to leave before hearing a faint intake of breath.

"Eragon?" he called as he made his way to the cupboard he'd heard the noise from.

Upon opening the cupboard he was met by the sight of Eragon huddled in the corner with a number of bruises forming on his face and any exposed skin.

He helped Eragon up and led him, amid a lot of wincing, out of the changing room into the sunlight where the girls were waiting anxiously, stopping along the way to collect Eragon's bags.

When she saw Eragon Saphira flung herself at him and hugged him, which made him wince. Noticing this Saphira let go and studied him closer, she could see a number of bruises forming and some cuts on his bare skin.

"What happened Era?" she asked him softly, dreading the answer.

"Nothing Saph," he replied, which none of the others believed, but they let him be figuring he'd tell them in his own time.

...

School had broken up for the summer and Eragon, Saphira and the rest of their families were preparing for their annual summer holiday.

"Tag! What've you done with my shorts?"

"No Saphira! On no account are you and Era sharing a room!"

"Who has the picnic basket?"

"I've turned the gas off"

The normally quite quiet houses were filled with the sound of movement and shouting as everyone packed for the two weeks by the sea.

The two families always joined together for the holiday and there were always the same arguments.

For whilst the parents were happy enough for Eragon and Saphira to share the same room during sleepovers, it was another thing entirely for them to share whilst on holiday, and Eragon and Saphira (although mainly Saphira) always argued against the hypocrisy of this.

Firnen always argued as well for Saphira, Eragon, Murtagh, and Thorn's bags to be checked as he didn't want them to take their joking equipment with them otherwise he would be the brunt of pranks and practical jokes for the entire holiday.

They had the same arguments every year and probably would for every year that they went.

The only difference this year in the sleeping arrangements was that Murtagh and Thorn and Eragon and Firnen were sharing a room rather than Murtagh and Eragon and Thorn and Firnen, due to the recent marriage.

Upon arrival at the house Saphira ran upstairs immediately to bagsey the blue room, leaving the pink for Eragon and Firnen.

She then raced back to the car to dance around her chivalrous boyfriend/best friend, who had almost fully recovered from the incident in the changing rooms with only a few bruises remaining. As he carried her humongous suitcase up the narrow stairs she raced ahead of him to check that he would put it into the right room.

When he made for the pink one she stopped him abruptly with a shake of her head.

"Really Saph?" he asked "Firnen will be in a bad enough mood as it is, even without the pink decorations. Don't you love me?"

Saphira just laughed at his whining "Well, I do love you, but I also love annoying my dearest brother. Besides he needs the pink walls, it'll be good for him."

Eragon rolled his eyes at his crazy girlfriend but didn't argue his case any further, well aware that he'd lose spectacularly.

...

"Eragon!" The shout broke through his sleep bringing him slowly back to consciousness which was completed as a heavy object landed on his chest.

Opening his eyes suddenly he could make out the bright blue eyes and dark hair of Saphira as she sat on his chest in shorts and a t-shirt. Glancing at the clock he could see that it was only six in the morning.

"Saph..." he groaned trying to escape under his duvet.

"No Era, we need to get down to the beach, we're wasting valuable sunlight here!" she replied a deathly serious look on her face.

"Really?" he moaned, trying to pull the puppy dog eyes on her but failing in his sleep addled state.

"Yes, come on! Let's go lazy! Or," she paused an evil grin making its way onto her features, "I'll wake Firnen up and have him moan for the rest of the week."

Eragon glared at her "You wouldn't"

"I would"

Eragon sighed defeated once again; his one consoling thought was that he'd be able to get her to do something for him later in the week, especially if he played up the last bruise on his torso and made it seem like she'd hurt him.

A/N If anyone has any idea for pranks, dares or holiday activities tell me please! Thanks.

Oh and review please.