Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Eragon or the Varden or anything else that might pop up in this chapter. Except my "peeps." Alright if I ever say that again please slap me. Thank you for your time. ;)

Thank you thank you thank you SOO MUCH daydreamin' angel! My first review! The answers to your questions will be in this chapter. (Yes, he is a boy.)

"Honey!"

"Mom?" I was surprised I still got cell service here. I had no idea how it worked. I guessed something weird happened when Tyler and I went through the gate.

Tyler shook his shaggy blonde hair and took out his bipod. Suddenly, Sum 41 filled the small room.

Eragon looked at Tyler, "What is that thing?"

"That's a cell phone, this is an bipod. That one is to communicate-"

"Shut up guys I'm on the phone," I interrupted.

"Are you with boys?" my mother screamed in anger.

"Uh, mom, I…uh…." I looked at the two boys for help. My green eyes filled with sorrow and pleading.

"Are you off doing drugs?"

"MOM NO! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D EVEN SAY THAT! YOU'RE MY MOTHER YOUR SUPPOSED TO TRUST ME! YOU KNOW WHAT MOM? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I DID. I RAN AWAY. YEAH! AND I'M NOT COMING BACK. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D EVEN THINK THAT!" I could feel my face heating up. My blood boiling in anger.

"YOU ARE COMING HOME RIGHT NOW! DON'T EVEN THINK YOU'LL BE SEEING YOUR FRIENDS FOR A LONG LONG TIME WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU! I'M GOING TO SLAP YOU SO HARD IFYOU AREN'T HOME IN AN HOUR. I WANT YOU HOME NOW."
I put on a calm voice, "That's too bad mother. Because it's too late. I have already left. And you will never find me, I can guarantee it. Now good bye. Oh, by the way, yes, I am with boys. And I hate you. Now don't call me back. Bye bye."

Tyler and Eragon stared at me in sheer amazement. I have never yelled at my mother the way I did. I felt very powerful and independent. Like I could do anything! So I did something I'd been thinking about for the last hour. I kissed Eragon on the cheek, hey the book never said anything about him having a girlfriend, or mate-thing, just a love-interest in Arya. It wasn't like a gross all-over-him nasty thing, just a friendly, yet utterly amazing, peck on the cheek. I ran my hand through my black hair.

"Oh," Eragon's cheeks were so red I thought he might burst into flames in front of us.

"Sorry. I felt…weird…good night," I was embarrassed I couldn't believe I did that.

Eragon walked toward the door, "Do you want any blankets?"

"No I'm good. You?" Tyler asked me, his blue eyes looking at me.

"It's all good," Eragon mumbled a sleepy goodnight and walked toward the door, "Eragon?" he turned in response, "Thank you so much for everything. Tyler and I owe you."

"Your welcome, but it's nothing. Now good night," with that the warrior walked out of the room, leaving Tyler and I to either:
A) Sleep on the chairs
B) Sleep on the ground

I chose the ground. I'm much more comfortable on the ground than that stupid chair. No idea why though. I've always been weird like that. I can't help it ok!

The next morning Eragon came in early, surprised to find that I was awake.

"What are you doing up so early?" the great Shadeslayer asked the young teen.

"Uh, I get up early?" I hastily answered, knowing full-well I was lying.

"Liar. Now tell me the truth."

"Do I have to?" I begged.

"It's be nice to know you trusted me."

"Fine. I have insomnia," I admitted, it was not something I liked to talk about.

"What's that?" Eragon was clueless.

"It's where you get too little or poor quality sleep. I get up way too early. And I wake up a bunch during the night. It's only like 2 or 3 nights a week."

"Can't you fix it?"

"The only thing I do is restrict caffeine, alcohol, and nicotine."

"Oh." he looked at me with sympathy.

"Don't look at me like that. It's not a disease, I'm not going to die. It's just sleeping. I could go without it if I wanted," I always got irritable about these kinds of things. It's a symptom of insomnia. Unexpectedly, Eragon leaned over and hugged me. I felt safe in his arms, he held me close, and I did something I have not done in a long, long, time. I cried, He pulled me closer as I cried about my mom, possibly never seeing my friends again, having this stupid sleep problem, and everything else under the sun that upset me. My five foot four stature shaking uncontrollably.

I heard the door open, Eragon turned his head to look at who it was.

"Who is that?" a woman's voice said angrily.

"Caden, I have to talk to Arya, do you want me to wake Tyler for you? I'm sure he will be more comforting to you than I." I looked at the tall sleeping figure.

I looked at him in surprise, "No. P-please don't. H-he has n-never seen me c-cry," I hiccupped. I wiped my tears on the back of my hand. I mentally slapped myself for being such a baby.

"Okay," gosh, why did he have to be so sensitive! I hated him, and (mostly) loved him for it. He started to walk with Arya.

"Eragon," I asked, noticing his wet shoulder. He looked back at me in response, "Thank you." My eyes were almost filling with tears again.

"Your welcome. I will be back later today." I heard the lock on the door click, and I heard Arya mutter words in the ancient language. Then, nothing. I knew Tyler and I were locked in. And we would be all day.

Well how did you like it? I know the idea isn't original. But it's my first fan fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review. I wanted to make Caden as un-Mary-Sue-ish as possible without her seeming like a screw-up. Anyway, please review. And I hope that answered your questions daydreamin' angel. ;)