Alagaesia High

Chapter 7

Hey, it's me! That weird guy that's kind of creepy! Anyways, this is Arya and Eragon's movie date, which you will have to read! So there's your summary, here's your responses.

ExA: Well, probably. But maybe not. It is so hard to tell this early in. Faolin is the most likely candidate, then Eragon, then Murtagh, but that's right now. It will probably rearrange sometime.

Axel 16: I can't be expected to make sense all the time. I am insane, after all. Read the profile, dang it (Shelby)! And Eragon probably would've been thrashed if he got in a fight with Roran. He really didn't care, though. And I'm a Boy Scout. And let me tell you, we ain't goody-two-shoes. You come on a campout with us, you come back a different person.

Ghost Who Walks: He is a 4-H kid as well. Busy kid. I just needed someone to treat Izzy and it hit me. I am their ranch dog. Raudhr Blodhgarm, the most expressive dog in the world! You're an elf, Axel's a Varden soldier, Lost Grey Soul is another elf, and ExA isn't in it because his review is too short. And don't doubt my secretary! He's a fine little immortal human. Nothing special, but he's pretty good at proof-reading. And making pie. He's also good at making blueberry pie. Yay for smilies and being the best HS author out there. (Doesn't surprise me. The competition is pretty bad.) You seem to have made a habit of being awesome enough to recognize. Good job. And good for your team of, er, creatures that work for you. I just have Scott (my secretary) and Trevor (who is a beast kin, but also a wizard at proof-reading.) And of course Phil, my bruiser. He is The Duke of Insufficient Light, wields a spoon, and darns everyone to heck.

Eragon stood in the mirror, readjusting himself for what must have been the hundredth time. He had changed his outfit enough times that Uncle Garrow had hollered at him to make up his mind.

He growled. Why was he so damn concerned with his appearance? He had never really taken the time to dress well in the past.

Well, on the bright side of things, at least Garrow hadn't stepped in and made him dress formally. He shuddered, imagining showing up in a tux. He examined his outfit critically once more.

The hat was awesome; you couldn't go wrong with a fedora. He also had no doubts about the trench coat. It was chilly, anyways. That was a good excuse. The jeans weren't amazing, but they didn't need to be. They wouldn't attract bad attention. The problem was his shirt. He had no clue what to wear! Finally he just shrugged and slipped on a white T-shirt. Very casual, but it looked damn good. He shook himself off and dashed outside.

Roran was waiting there with Katrina and Saphira. "What the heck is this? A goodbye party? I'm not leaving, never to return." Eragon demanded.

Roran grinned and responded "Me and Katrina are going to a club after we drop you off. And Saphira just wanted to see the movie."

Eragon screamed "WHAT? It's a date, Saphira! I can't bring my sister!" Saphira just shrugged.

"Whatevs. I'm going. Don't make me hurt you." She muttered. Suddenly, an idea struck Eragon. He grinned shrewdly.

"You like someone, don't you?" he queried.

"What? No, I don't know what you're talking about! You're crazy." She stammered, blushing.

"Aw, come on, admit it. There's that freshie, Firnen, for example." He chuckled. To his surprise, she just sputtered more and blushed to a deeper shade. "A freshie?" Eragon asked incredulously, "For shame, Saphira! For shame!" he chastised.

"Shut up." She mumbled, and leapt into the pickup. Eragon turned to Roran and Katrina.

"I can drive myself, you know." He pleaded, desperately praying that he wouldn't be dropped off at the movies. Roran flashed a predatory grin.

"All right. Drive us then." He grinned, and then continued, "You're our designated driver anyway." Eragon raised an eyebrow at this, but opened the door and clambered into the towering truck. They had set out yesterday and obtained tickets from another customer. Eragon shuddered. He hated how much they cost when you bought them from unofficial sources. Ah well, he thought, it's worth the result.

Arya had never had problems with her appearance. She had always been naturally graceful, and most things fit her.

Today, however, she seemed incapable of decision making. She had great form in the vermillion dress, but she might be overdressing. Then again, a simple outfit of jeans and a sweatshirt was rather boring. She decided that she would do what she always did when faced with such a problem: flip a coin.

Snatching a quarter from her dresser, she assigned heads to formal and tails to casual. The coin winked once in the light, and then came back down into Arya's outstretched hand. She glanced at it.

Heads. Ah well, she thought, at least I'm told that I'm a stunner in that. She slipped on the determined outfit and dashed out the door.

Only to find Izzy leaning against the dented Volkswagen Beetle she drove around. "Yes, Izzy?" Arya sighed, hoping to just get on the road.

"I just wanted to tell you, no more than two beers at most." She explained.

Arya shook her head and said "It's the movies, Izzy, not a bar. And I know how much is too much." Izzy moved away from her bug, allowing Arya access. "But you don't mind me going with Eragon, do you?" Arya teased, "He did save your life."

Izzy looked surprised at this news. "Didn't know you were going with him. Yeah, I don't care where you go with him; just make sure you're back by midnight. I dunno if Mom would like you being out any later." Arya shook her head.

"I do." She muttered, and sped away.

Eragon dropped Roran and Katrina off at the Dras-Leona Docks, the lakeside club they were headed to, then drove to the movies.

Arriving there, he hopped out of the truck and locked it. Jogging away, he prepared himself to greet Arya and be a fine little gentleman. Huh, he thought, looks like she's not here yet. That's a shame. He dawdled for about five minutes, and then noticed a slug bug pulling into the parking lot. He whirled around and searched the crowd for Saphira.

Not seeing her, he turned back to his vigil, only to see Arya gliding down the asphalt like a goddess towards him. He gaped. He was either damn underdressed, or she was overdressed, but either way, this was going to be awkward.

She slid next to him and greeted him with a simple "Hey! There you are!"

Eragon gulped and managed to stammer "Good to see you."

She grinned and replied "You too." effortlessly. She flowed into the theater, her natural grace eliciting pure awe from Eragon. He stumbled after her, brutally aware of how underdressed he was.

She flashed her tickets, and then stepped up to the snack bar.

Eragon suddenly remembered his manners and quickly offered "Oh yeah, you want a drink or some popcorn? My treat."

She grinned and threw up her hands. "Ah, what the heck? I'll have a sweet tea."

Eragon nodded and repeated solemnly "Sweet tea." fixing it in his memory. He walked up to the cashier and produced his wallet. "I'll have two fountain drinks please." He declared.

"All right." The cashier sighed, and then fiddled with the register a bit. "Four dollars and fifty-five cents, please." He said in a monotone. Eragon counted out the money and slid it across the counter, receiving two cheap cups in return. He dashed off to the fountain.

Eragon and Arya emerged from the theater, stretching their stiff muscles. "Holy crap, that was good." Eragon admonished.

"Yeah. They get rather depressing after a while, though. People are always dying!" she replied.

Eragon nodded and informed her "I gotta pick up my brother. He's at the Dras-Leona Docks."

Arya's head snapped up and she suggested "I'll come. When are you due home?" she asked, cocking her head.

"It's a Friday, so Garrow doesn't care." Eragon replied, feeling warm excitement blossom in his chest.

"Oh good, my sister won't care either." She announced, and then, seeing the questioning look on his face, continued "Yes, the one you treated at NMRRPG." Eragon grinned.

"Let's go. Ladies first." He ushered her out the door, and followed.

Yay! ExA! Things will get interesting at the club. I don't yet know how that will go. But you will soon! Well, that be it, maties!