A/N: Well, sorry for the cliffy! I like A still but since so far, and apparently so do my awesome reviewers Gives reviewers cookies
Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, or anything else mentioned in this story.
I took a step closer to Murtagh and hugged him, "I'm sorry," I whispered into his ear, I meant it sincerely. I halted the embrace and looked at Eragon, the one guy who I truly cared about. Not that I didn't care about Murtagh or Saphira or anyone else, just that I cared about with a romantic interest. He's so sweet!
"Thank you," Murtagh said in disbelief, not too many people were nice to him, or so it seemed, he worked for an evil boob. (Worked is the key word there. Since cool Tyler stabbed him!)
"You're welcome," I smiled happily.
"Eragon…" I trailed off as he kissed me again, the barest touch of his lips against mine. Why did he have to be so cute? He broke it off, and then hugged me tightly, like if he let go I was going to leave him again.
"I've missed you so much." he sighed into my ear.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you these last three months," I murmured softly.
"It has been only three months?" He pondered in skepticism, "I thought it was so much longer."
"I know," I lingered in his arms, not wanting to be without him. But, standing in the rain does get annoying. Especially if your friends are cold, wet, and one bleeding.
"COULD YOU TAKE ANY LONGER?" Arya screamed from her place down the street.
I jumped out of his warm arms in surprise; I didn't think they would be actually watching us. I blushed brightly. Everything was going pretty good. And I hope it will stay that way. Too bad I was wrong, by far.
We started the 13-block walk back to my house. My heart floated higher and higher into the clouds with each step against the drenched cement, my mind wandering, thinking about how perfect (well almost) this day was. I thought Eragon was almost happier than I, because he was grinning ear to ear the whole way. When we stepped in front of my house the group gasped, except for Tyler, since he lived next door his house was practically the same as mine.
"This is where you live?" Murtagh exclaimed.
"Uh, yeah?" I said, I knew my house was big, well technically my stepmother's house, but I was used to it.
"So are you sure your mother won't find out about us?" Saphira asked.
"Yup. When I said she was out with her new husband I meant that she was with my stepsister and her new husband. And they won't be home for a while. Like around a month."
"Where?" Arya questioned, very surprised.
"Bahamas," I answered not upset at all that by the fact they didn't let me come, since I got to see everyone again.
"Where?" Thorn, Murtagh, and Eragon all inquired.
"Never mind. Basically it's far."
We stepped inside the mansion, the dry tile getting soaked with every passing moment we stood there. I laughed looking at the strange sight.
A bunch of teenagers sitting around shivering, and looking at each other in either disgust, happiness, or amusement.
"What?" Arya said rudely.
"Why are you so mean? She didn't do anything to you, but you had to be a jerk and get into a fight with her right?" Murtagh stood up for me, he was nice to me and mostly Tyler, I had a feeling they'd be friends, since he killed Galbatorix Murtagh was free. Everyone knew (well Tyler and I knew!) that he had to have been working against his will, he still felt as much pain as Eragon did when he almost killed his own flesh and blood.
"Thanks," I whispered, feeling touched, appreciating every word he spoke.
"No problem," Murtagh grinned.
"Shut your stupid little human mouth," the elven princess spat.
"Actually…" the first-born son of Selena's grin widened as he moved his dark hair away from his ears, revealing them to be slightly pointed.
A/N: IM SO SORRY! PLEASE FOGIVE ME! DARN SCHOOL STARTED!
Sorry its so short. I just tried to get it up before people started to try to kill me! EEK!
Special A/N: STOP ABUSE! People don't deserve the pain they go through when their abused!
A VERY special note to all men who abuse women: (in the words of RED JUMPSUIT APARRATUS) Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Women (and everyone else) still feel just as much pain as you do when you get punched, so why put them through so much physical and emotional pain? Feel bad about what you do and GET COUSELING!