I know that it's been an entire week since I last submitted a chapter, but what do you want me to do? I'm in college, I got more stuff to worry about. Okay... I lied, I've been slacking off. I'm sorry about that, but I like to enjoy my life once in a while instead of writing something that is not a college essay. From now on, I'll try to upload it once a week.
Second thing, I've been winging this. I don't have any real idea as to what I'm going to do with this story. I'm sorry if you don't like this chapter as much, but I'll try and make it better.
And of course, I'm going to ask you to be aware of my mistakes. I only did a quick skim of the chapter, so there may be quite a few mistakes.
Last thing, I would like to thank you all for reading. Enjoy.
Eragon wakes up to the smell of something burning, he can see a faint trail of smoke in the air. Quickly, he opens a window to wave the smoke out and returns to see the cause of the problem. Eragon sees Spahira standing over a small conventional oven looking down at charred bread.
"Our oven. Is broken!" Saphira says.
Looking over, he sees that the oven is set on high and the timer still at 3 minutes. How long did you bake it? "No it isn't, you just over baked it. Why are you up so early anyways?"
"It's already 7:50, I was thinking of making breakfast before heading to school, but I didn't know that our oven is going to be broken." Saphira said still fixated on her excuse.
Shocked, he looks with disbelieving eyes at the clock. " Why didn't you wake me up? I didn't make you lunch yet."
Saphira shrugged. "I only just woke up twenty minutes ago, and the way you were sleeping looks too cute and I didn't want to wake you up. Besides, you need to get a good night sleep once in a while too."
Good night sleep? Yeah right. Usually Eragon wakes up at around six o'clock getting ready for the day, but because of his encounter with Arya yesterday, he did not get any sleep at all. He waves off the image of Arya before bringing his attention back to Saphira. "You better get going or you're going to be late."
Sticking her tongue out, "When have I ever been late to school before?" Saphira walks out the door.
Eragon decides to go back to sleep after Saphira left, but no matter how hard he tries, he could not get the image of Arya in her short skirt out of his mind. He keeps tossing and turning, but of no avail, he decides to get out and get some air. Maybe I'll go buy some groceries while I'm at it.
Grabbing his hoodie, he heads out the door. Eragon only took a few steps before the phone inside begins to ring. Cursing, he unlocks the door to answer the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Eragon." said a thick heavy voice.
"Hi Horst… oh my god." Eragon looked at the clock that says 10:15. "I am extremely sorry, I don't know what came over me. There is absolutely no excuse for me to be late for work."
"Actually Eragon, I'm glad that you didn't show up today. I want you to take a break for a week or two because I noticed that you've been extremely tired lately, and I don't want to be the reason that you end up in a hospital because of overworking. Just take it easy for now." Horst replies over the phone.
"I'm okay, there's no need for you to worry over something so trivial, I can-"
"So you're going to be relaxing for the next few days! Alright! Okay! Bye Eragon." Horst completely cut him off before he can finish his sentence. Horst… what a guy.
How can time pass by so fast by just thinking of someone. Erasing the thought, Eragon goes back to his original plan of going to the grocery store. He picks up his keys and heads back out the door, but only had time to take about two steps before the phone inside begins to ring again. Just who could it be this time. Horst if it's you playing a prank on me, I swear I'll… not quit, but ask for a raise. Unlocking the door once again, Eragon picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Yo Eragon! This is Orik."
"Hey Orik. What's up? You're up early." Eragon says while checking the time. Good, it's only 10:20. If another hour passed by without me knowing, there is something wrong.
"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you about the guy and girl you threw out yesterday, the girl left her jacket here. Do you want me to keep it here or throw it out? I promise I won't tell anyone if you take the second choice." Orik says.
Arya's jacket? "No! Keep it there, I'm coming to get it right now." he said with a bit of excitement.
"Ok… I'm pretty sure Saphira will not like this jacket, it's too fancy for her taste. So why do you want it?" Orik asks curiously.
"Don't you think that it's best to return things to the owner instead of throwing them out?"
"Since when did returning things become a part of your job description? You know I'm not paying you for that." Orik joked.
"I'm bringing Saphira's lunch today to her school, and since the girl goes to the same school, I thought that I should just return it since it's convenient." Eragon says, thinking fast. He doesn't want Orik to know that he fancies Arya, otherwise the word will spread to Oromis, and he really does not want that.
"Whatever, just drop by my place to pick it up." Orik says and hangs up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Eragon rushes out the door to Orik's place.
Saphira is sitting in her class staring at the ceiling. Bored as always, she closes her eyes for a few seconds, and opens them to find another pair of eyes staring back at her.
"Hey Saphira."
"Hi Kat."
"So, I heard from Murtagh that you guys were at Farthen Dur last night. I am saddened that you didn't think to invite me too." Kat pouted. "Maybe you don't like me anymore. I understand. I won't bother you anymore."
"No, it wasn't like that. They just showed up there without me knowing, if I had known that they were going to come, I would've invited you, I swear." She says while holding Katrina's hand.
Wiping away a fake tear, Katrina tries to move away. "You hurt me too much!"
Don't try to make me feel guilty. "Fine, Katrina, what do you want?"
"Whatever do you mean?" she asks with a broad grin.
"Don't play that game with me Kat, I'm not in the mood. I know you want something from me so spill it out already."
"Well… you know about the basketball game on Friday against Aroughs?"
"Uh huh…"
"Well, I met this guy that plays for their team and he asked me out on a date after the game. Can you just come to the game with me and go on a date with his friend?" Kat says with her puppy eyes.
"If it's just the game… Wait. What! You can't be serious." She says completely flabbergasted. "There is absolutely no way in hell that I'm doing this for you, I say we sever our friendship."
"Please please please Saphira. I really like him and I heard that the guy he's bringing is really smart, handsome, and good at basketball too."
"No! I already have someone I like." Saphira slips.
Wide eyed, Kat slowly approaches Saphira. "Who is he? Or she? I support you either way."
"I was kidding… um… I'll go with you to your date." Saphira replied quickly.
Still suspicious, Katrina looked at her for a good five seconds but didn't inquire further. "Thank you Saphira, I love you."
"I love you too" Saphira says sarcastically.
Eragon holds the jacket close to him and savors the sweet flowery smell. Closing his eyes, he imagines himself holding onto Arya and feeling her warmth. There's something wrong with me. She would never go for a guy like me, I mean for god's sake, I am breathing into a jacket right now. I even creep myself out. Letting out a huge sigh, Eragon decides to make a sandwich for her sister.
He takes out a small pan, a few eggs, loaves of bread, and a few slices of cheese.
Eragon turns on the stove and heats up the pan before putting the oil in and makes sure that it is spread out before cracking an egg. After letting the egg sizzle for a few seconds, he breaks the egg yolk and puts the cheese on top of it. Then he takes a slice of bread and lays it on top of the now melted cheese. Eragon then takes the entire thing and flips it so that the bread gets grilled too. Topping it of with a slice of ham, he completes the sandwich by putting the second piece of bread on it. Eragon inspects his handiwork and decides that it will suffice before repeating the steps to make another one.
After he finishes everything, Eragon makes sure that the stove is properly turned off before he leaves.
Bing bong! Bing bong! Saphira lifts her head at the noise of the lunch bell. Paying no attention to it, she goes back to sleep on the grass. She can hear the shuffling shoes near her and the endless chatters of people, but to her dismay, she can smell the food that is coming from the cafeteria. She hears her stomach growl at the smell of meat just begging to be eaten. It's like trying not to eat anything at the gingerbread house, but instead of seeing it all around you, the scent is all around you.
Will Saphira come to the main office, your brother is here. The announcement came on the intercom.
Brother? Eragon! What is he doing here? Saphira stretches out her arm and let out a huge yawn. I hope he's here to bring me food, I can't live without it. She walks hastily towards the building with the thought of Eragon holding out food towards her.
When she walks into the office, she sees that Eragon is talking to Islanzadi, the school principal, about something. She has a feeling that they are talking about her, so she slowly creeps up towards them hoping to catch what they are saying.
"Thank you for bringing my daughter's jacket back, she can be such a klutz sometimes." Islanzadi says.
"It's my pleasure, happy to do it anytime." Eragon replies with renewed manners. The woman standing in from of him is unlike any other he has ever talked to. Islanzadi has a look of elegance about her and extremely youthful for her age, she stands up straight and dresses like one of the female politicians he sometimes see on television. Instead of the intimidating look that he imagined the principal would have, Islanzadi wears a charming smile and has eyes that looks like it contain some ancient wisdom.
"Your sister is here now, I will take my leave." Islanzadi says without even turning to see Saphira sneaking up.
Freaky. Saphira glances over at Eragon and waves.
"Have a nice day. I have some urgent business to attend to. It is certainly nice meeting you Eragon." Islanzadi says before she leaves.
"Hi Saphira, here's your lunch." Eragon tosses a bag over to her.
"I love you so much, what am I gonna do without you." She said while wrapping her arms around Eragon. "We should get married."
"Saphira, there's no way we can do that. We're siblings."
"Why not? We're not blood related after all, and besides, you can't live without me either." she responds.
"That is true, but you're still my little sister." Eragon messes with her hair.
"Yeah whatever, I was joking anyways…" Saphira says while trying to fix her hair.
"Well, I guess I should be going." Eragon says, his eyes scanning the hallway as if looking for someone.
"No! Stay here and have lunch with me, I like having you around." She says with hopeful eyes.
He looks into her deep blue eyes and with a sigh, he agrees. "I can't ever say no to you can I."
"That's a huge lie, you say no to me all the time. Like 'No Saphira, you can't buy that, or no Saphira, you can't eat that'." Saphira crosses her arms and looks at Eragon.
"Not when you look at me with those eyes!"
Arya and Frinen just came back from Carvahall, a pretty famous sandwich restaurant, and they sat under a tree enjoying their meal. The sandwich she bought is fairly big and completely stuffed and the bread is soft and chewy and it smells amazing. Arya takes one small bite and looks at the sandwich again. I'm not going to be able to finish this.
"What exactly did you do to get us thrown out yesterday?" She hears Firnen asking her, clearly still upset about it.
"It wasn't me, it was Faolin and his idiocy by messing with the wrong person." Arya recounts the event of yesterday. I can't believe he works there, would it seem weird if I go there by myself? Maybe if I come up with an excuse to go there, then it won't seem odd.
"Why am I not surprised, Faolin is always the source of trouble these days." Firnen takes a bite out of her sandwich. "He used to be such a better person."
"If it wasn't for Faolin, I would've been able to…" Arya trails off when she sees Eragon walking out with Saphira.
"Able to what?"
"Oh, um, I didn't say anything. Is that Eragon? Why is he here at school?" Arya points in the direction of Saphira and Eragon who just settled down on a patch of grass.
Confused, Firnen turns to see what she is talking about. "I don't know, he never usually shows up here at this time, the only time I see him is after school when he comes to pick up Saphira."
"He's been coming here a lot?" Arya asks completely dumbfounded. How did I miss someone like him.
"I wouldn't say a lot, but he's certainly been here quite a few times to pick her up. It must be nice to have siblings who would do such favors for you."
Zoning out, Arya continues to stare at Eragon while Firnen continues to ramble on about how having siblings would be the greatest thing in the world. She got up unconsciously and walks towards them only to bump into a giant wall.
"Arya, are you alright?"
Looking up at the wall, she sees that it's Faolin. "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to run into you. So, what's up."
"Nothing much, I'm just here because your mom says to go to her office when you have a chance." He says.
She looks back at Eragon who is laughing at something Saphira said, and decides that she will see her mother and get it over with before lunch ends.
Arya knocks on the door to her mother's office and enters to see her working on something.
"Oh yes, Arya, do come in and have a seat." Islanzadi reaches behind her to take out a jacket. "I believe this is yours?"
"Where did you get that?"
"A very nice young man named Eragon came by today and I just happened to see him holding onto it. When I asked him about it, he simply says that he wants to give the jacket to Arya, so I took it off his hands. So tell me, are you going out with that boy?" She questions.
Arya flushed, "O.. o.. of course not, why would I go out with a poor guy like him, there is no way that would happen." surprised that her mom would ask something like that.
"That's too bad, he seems to care about you. He even asked me if you got home safely."
He asked about me? "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because he's so adorable, and you haven't brought a boy home once so there's never any drama in the house... I guess what I'm saying is I wouldn't mind having him as a son in law."
"Mother!" Arya is completely exasperated. Her mother is acting awfully strange and she doesn't think she likes it very much.
"I'm just kidding." Her mom checks her watch. "There's still a few minutes left before class starts, you can probably finish that sandwich you bought earlier."
"How did you know I went to Carvahall?"
Not joking this time, Islanzadi looks at her with intense eyes. "I know a lot of things, Arya, like where you went last night, or who you hate, and of course… who you like."
I know that the part with Eragon making a sandwich is pointless, my mind was blank at that time, but I'm telling you, that thing tastes good. You should try it sometimes.
Just one question: Who do you guys like better? Eragon X Arya or Eragon X Saphira or Eragon X (I don't know. Who were you thinking?)