Sorry for the delay to updating. It's been rather crazy for me recently. I skipped two of my classes today which was epic and stupid at the same time. But seriously, my math teacher doesn't know shiz. I can teach myself and still keep my 4.0 GPA so pooh to her. Also, I totes just took a Valium because I have an appointment in the morning and I was prescribed them because I get so freaked out. Not feeling the effects yet but it's going to be interesting. So, here's ya chapter.
She blinked rapidly, not quite sure of where she was or why her neck was so sore. It was reveled to her as soon as she moved as the weight against her side was heavy and warm. She smiled in reaction, only to come to her senses moments later and stiffen. Shit. She lifted her head off of his and winced at the kink in her neck. He was completely out of it still, his hand resting loosely in hers and his head on her shoulder. She gazed at him for several seconds, taking in his smooth features and bronzed skin, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. It was a strange feeling to be so comfortable around anyone and she wanted to revel in it. So, against her screaming common sense, she allowed her eyelids to drop closed again.
-E-R-A-G-O-N-
He opened his eyes as soon as she tensed and moved. He didn't betray his sleeping state, waiting to see what she would do. Mostly he was waiting to be shoved off the bed or for her to slip away quietly. To his utter surprise and shock, her head returned to his again and she relaxed against him. His hopes skyrocketed as he realized she was finally beginning to trust him. Returning to sleep as well, he hoped tomorrow would be the dawning of a new step for them.
The sudden free falling sensation shot through him and he opened his eyes just as his face slammed into the comforter. Before his was the excited face of Barbie. Still half asleep, he jerked back and scrambled, almost falling to the floor. He caught himself in time but an amused chuckle from Arya alerted him to the fact that she had seen it. He frowned at her.
"Jerk."
She shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging a couple minutes later in shorts and a t-shirt. Her running shoes were on but not laced and she'd put her hair in a pony.
"Get a move on, Eragon. We have mountains to scale."
He rolled is eyes and started for his room before pausing and looking back in question.
"You don't actually mean we're climbing mountains do you? Like we're just running?"
She smirked and headed for the door.
"I'm going to get some breakfast, meet me downstairs when you're done."
He pushed into his room and groaned as he saw the time on the clock. Why the hell would they be running this early? It wasn't like he was tired but come on, that was early. Eragon changed rapidly, throwing on a pair of athletic shorts and a black t-shirt. He was impressed by the packing job the Varden did. He didn't know who they'd assigned to it but in the suitcase was basically everything he'd wear on a normal day.
A lot of shorts and t-shirts with a pair of jeans tossed in. There was also a jacket just in case. He hurried down the hall and was about to push the button for the elevator but thought better of it. Arya was probably waiting for a reason to push him hard today and being lazy wasn't going to be one of them. So he switched directions, jogging down the stairs and entering the lobby. As he had guessed, the table Arya sat at gave her perfect view of the elevators. He grinned smugly at her and pulled out his chair.
"You thought I'd come in the elevator didn't you? Well I didn't so boom!"
She rolled her eyes and motioned her head towards the food.
"I've already eaten so you'd better hurry up. We leave in five."
He made a face.
"I came like two minutes after you. What could you have possibly eaten?"
"I had an apple. Which is all you should probably eat considering you'll end up throwing up whatever you put in your stomach."
There was a cruel glint in her eye and he pouted.
"Please don't."
She put on an innocent face.
"Please don't what?"
He glared.
"Don't run me to the point of death on my first day back training."
She smirked mischievously, her eyes flashing.
"Would I do something like that?"
He let out a sigh and headed for the food, purposefully taking the time to make toast and butter it before shoving it into his mouth whole, chewing grotesquely in front of her. She ignored him, doing something on her phone. He finished and wiped his hands, cueing her that it was time to go. She tossed him a water bottle.
"Drink this."
He grimaced.
"All of it?" She nodded. "But I'll have to pee."
Arya shook her head and stood, heading for the doors.
"You'll sweat it out."
Complying, he chugged it down and tossed the empty bottle in the trash. As soon as he stepped out he wished he'd brought the jacket. The morning air was brisk, making him yelp and jump back inside.
"What the hell!" Arya grinned at his reaction, holding the door for him to follow her. He frowned and steeled himself before doing so. The biting cold made him shiver as they went through the stretches. By the end he was wanting desperately to get moving and warm up his limbs. Finally it was time and she took off down the sidewalk, not even bothering to wait for him. He leapt to his feet and caught up, questioning her rather distant mood this morning. Maybe it was because she wanted to keep him on track, but he guessed a bigger part was because of earlier. It wasn't anger or annoyance, it seemed like she was just worried that he might bring up what happened.
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and found her focused on the task at hand, her form perfect and her breathing easy. But under that, so slight that it would be unnoticeable to anyone else, he could tell her mind was running on hyperdrive. He hoped it might be over the fact that he was worth trusting but one could never be too positive when it came to Arya. They turned up a side street and past several buildings where very few people were out yet. It wasn't long until they hit an intersection and she went right, crossing the road and continuing on. After a couple more turns he looked at her.
"Do you have any idea where you're going?" A rise and fall of her shoulders answered his question and he raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Are we just going to run until we somehow make our way back to the hotel again?"
Arya shrugged.
"We could. Probably will if you keep complaining."
At that he shut his mouth, falling in line beside her and trying to keep his breathing steady. They'd gone about three miles when somebody caught his attention. He nudged her arm and tried to get a clearer view.
"Isn't that Elva?"
Arya followed his gaze and automatically her pace slowed. She narrowed her eyes and nodded.
"It is. And that's a bar. She's what, 18? No way she's allowed to be in there."
They kept running, if much slower, and watched as the much too dressed up girl strutted smoothly down the street carrying a large duffel and climbed into a beautiful white SLS AMG GT Mercedes and took off. He stopped in shock.
"Dude what?"
Arya slowed to a stop frowned at the retreating form of the car.
"There is something up with her and we need to find out what it is."
At that she started towards the bar which was obviously closed. Eragon gripped her arm and stopped her.
"But it's closed. And we're on vacation, can't we take a break for a bit?"
She was about to respond when the back door of the bar opened again and two men in suits walked out, obviously furious by the way they were yelling at each other. Behind them emerged several others ranging from old men in sports coats to women in dresses. They all looked rich, but the most noticeable thing about them was the fact that they all looked incredibly out of place in such a crap bar. They approached cars that were hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy and one by one, they all drove off. The two men were left standing there and Arya pulled him around a corner so they could see what would happen. It wasn't long before a taxi pulled up and they clambered inside. Beside him Arya looked down, her eyes curious and confused. He offered an idea.
"Late night party?"
She shook her head, glancing back at the bar.
"No way."
He sighed, wishing she would just let it go. He was getting cold again and it wasn't like Elva had done anything to earn their distrust. Arya pulled out her phone that she'd tucked into her shorts and dialed. After a moment she spoke.
"Yeah Angela, I need you to look up a bar for me?" The woman on the other end spoke and he watched in amusement as Arya's cheeks tinged a light pink at something she'd said. "Not for that, no." Her tone was sarcastic and somewhat flustered and he leaned closer.
"What did she say? Not for what?"
A hand on his chest pushed him away and when he tried to move in again, she held him back.
"I need you to look up Meyers Bar. It's a few miles from our hotel."
He waited while she told the street name and gave instructions for her to be notified if anything came up. As soon as she hung up, without a word, she jogged away. He groaned and came in line with her, giving a smile.
"So what did Angela say?"
Arya quickened her steps.
"She said she'd look."
He chuckled, matching her.
"You know what I mean."
Again, Arya's footsteps came faster.
"I can't say that I do."
He bit his cheek in amusement and let it go, knowing she wasn't planning on telling him at all. Too bad. It most likely would've made his entire day.
He stumbled exhaustedly toward their hotel, his legs almost jelly as he moved them. They'd run a good ten miles without another break and she'd never once slowed their pace. But it was nowhere near the brutality of the first run. They stopped at the doors and he dropped down to stretch again. She did the same, if much more gracefully than he. When they'd finished, Arya pulled out her phone and checked something.
"Angela said that bar hasn't had a history of anything noteworthy. Which means that whatever was happening was most likely illegal."
He frowned and used a bench to pull himself to his feet.
"But why was Elva there? And why was she driving that car?"
They walked inside and Arya led them to the steps.
"Not sure. But I sent Angela the license number so she should be getting back to me with all of that."
He looked at her with impressed eyes.
"You thought to get that in the two seconds you were able to see it? Damn you're something." He noted the twitch of amusement as they took the first flight. His knees and calves burned, causing him to wince. "And why couldn't we take the elevator? We just worked out. I think we deserve it."
"Because we are now on a strict regimen. No eating junk food, no slacking off. I know it's vacation but this is also our chance to get back into our former selves. I've lost some endurance, that's for sure."
They walked into their hotel rooms and Arya closed the connecting door so she could shower and change without worrying about him walking in. He did the same, enjoying the heat of the water as it warmed his numb limbs. They day would get hotter later on, but it had been chilly for their entire run. He'd just gotten out of the shower when he heard his phone ringing. He walked out in his towel and picked it up, noting the fact that it was Jonathan from the Jeep. He thought about ignoring it but knew Arya would kill him if they missed out on an opportunity to investigate Elva. He picked up the phone, seeing that it was still only seven.
"Hello?"
"Eragon! Hey, I'm surprised you're up. Me, Jason, and Bethany are going to go out for a wanted to see if you two wanted to join up."
The thought of running anymore sent dread through him. He chuckled.
"Arya woke me at five this morning to do just that, actually. So I'll take a rain check. But do you want to do something later?"
"Sure thing, man. We're actually going for lunch in a few hours. Hopefully Elva will be able to get up by then. You wanna come?"
Eragon chuckled.
"She isn't running with you guys?"
"Nope. We knocked on her door, well, pounded on it, and all we got was a loud shout to go away. Such a slacker. So what do you say? Lunch at the Chipotle down the road a ways?"
"Sure, although when you say down a ways I think you mean like, way way down the road a ways. I know the nearest one isn't for at least thirty minutes."
Jonathan laughed.
"Well, I think it's worth it. I mean come on, it's Chipotle."
"Touché. We'll meet you guys there at twelve-thirty?"
There was a pause before he spoke.
"Actually, I kind have a favor to ask."
"Shoot."
"Well, Bethany has never ridden a bike before and neither have Jason or I. We were wondering if you could give us all a little ride. We'd totally pay you for gas or whatever you wanted though."
He grinned, knowing exactly how they were feeling. Seeing bikes on the road when he was smaller, he'd always wanted to just knock the driver off and steal it. Now that he had his own, he understood why people were so intrigued and excited by them.
"Sure man. And it's on us. Bikes get insanely good gas mileage."
"Awesome! Thanks so much! You want to come on by around noon?"
"Sure. Just text me your hotel's address and we'll be there."
They both hung up and he knocked on Arya's door. She opened it and it wasn't until surprise flitted across her face that he remembered he was just in a towel. He tried to ignore her suddenly dark eyes as he spoke.
"So we're meeting up with those teens in a few hours to go to lunch. Oh and I said we could give them rides on our bikes so, yeah."
She frowned, purposefully keeping her eyes on his.
"Did they know Elva was gone?"
He shrugged.
"I couldn't really pry. I did find out that they tried to get her to go running with them and she just told em' off. She must've just gotten back."
Arya pursed her lips.
"Well Angela came up with an owner of the car and it turns out it belongs to one of those two angry guys that walked out of the bar. I think that it was a poker game or something and Elva won it off of him."
He gave her a disbelieving look.
"Really? You think that girl was in there running tables? You seem pretty quick to assume she'd be doing something bad."
Arya looked back into her room, her wet hair twisting around her.
"Well she's very observant. I think she'd be rather good at it." He was going to press for information but she changed the subject. "Either way, while we're waiting we might as well get these covers changed out. I don't want to sleep with Barbie again."
He laughed, leaning on the doorframe.
"I don't know, I rather enjoyed it. She's a great snuggler."
He heard Arya chuckle and he was about to enter her room when he realized he still hadn't changed. She nodded towards the towel.
"Are you going to change or do you want to flash yourself to the children trying to eat their meals?"
He mimicked her before closing his door. At least she was being a little less rigid now. It seems him keeping quiet about the night before had been a good idea.
By the time it was almost noon he was tired of waiting. They'd gone down to request new bedspreads only to learn from a very amused manager that they'd been told by the people who'd paid for the rooms that they weren't allowed to change it under any circumstances. Arya had even gone to the point of threatening and the guy behind the counter, although looking nervous, had chuckled and handed them a sheet of paper. On it was a note from Angela basically saying that whatever her or Eragon did was not to be listened to. There was a promise for compensation and a winky face at the bottom. Annoyed, Arya had groaned and headed back for the steps at a quick pace.
He'd followed behind and for the rest of the next hours they'd watched a new show called Graceland which he found was actually incredibly enjoyable. He'd sat on the floor while she took the bed just to seem like he wasn't trying to put any pressure on her. Now, though, his tailbone was numb and he winced every time he moved. He glanced at his phone again and saw that it was eleven forty five. With a grin, he shot from the floor and about fell over as his muscles locked up. He staggered slightly before catching himself and steadied to find Arya biting her bottom lip as she tried to keep from laughing. He wanted desperately to kiss her then, the action purely adorable and sexy. Instead, he turned around and grabbed his helmet from his room.
She did the same and they headed for the parking lot. Sitting back on the bike was relieving, as he'd already begun to miss it's power. Revving the engine he grinned at her and took off, having already looked up the teens' hotel and memorized the location. Within seconds he was out of sight, swerving through streets and trying to lose her in the maze the town truly was. He knew he was probably going to be getting an angry call from her when he arrived but he couldn't help it. She was just so fun to mess that, and he was getting her back for this morning. To his surprise and chagrin, as he rolled into the lot he found her resting casually on her bike with the kids from the jeep surrounding her. He stopped parallel to her and removed his helmet, shaking his head in disbelief.
"No fricken way."
She smiled mischievously.
"You should really not leave the directions up if you were planning on leaving me behind. While you were driving like a maniac this way and that, I took the short route and I've been here for over five minutes."
He dropped his head in gracious defeat.
"You know, I figured you would trust me to lead us here and not need to check the instructions."
He knew she would hold this over him for the rest of the trip. He should've thought of the possibility and prepared for it.
She shrugged.
"Knowing you, you probably would've forgotten when we were halfway here."
He made a face.
"You wound me."
She raised an eyebrow but said nothing, only looking towards the teens. He kicked the stand down and handed Arya his helmet.
"I have to pee so hold up. Jonathan you show me where it is?"
The boy frowned but nodded, heading inside just in front of him. As soon as they were out of sight he paused and crossed his arms.
"Hey, so I'm not going to make you ride with me because that would be rather uncomfortable for both of us. But, I don't want your hands going anywhere but her sides, you got it?"
He'd been thinking about this since he spoke with the kid and couldn't help but worry. And he'd rather give Jonathan fair warning instead of something happening and him just slugging Jonathan in the chest. The teen blanched slightly.
"Naw man, I wouldn't do that. I'm actually kind of into Elva, not that she'd give me the time of day."
Eragon slapped a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to make it clear. And I'm sure you don't know the whole picture, people surprise you."
The kid laughed.
"I can see that. Not that you ain't a nice looking dude and all, but Arya is a fricken super model. She seems almost too good for any mere mortal and yet here she is with you."
Eragon smirked, knowing the boy spoke the truth.
"Right you are. And truthfully, we're not together. I'm kind of trying to give us both a boost in self-confidence though because I'm dearly hoping."
Jonathan smiled and pointed.
"Well I wish you luck. The bathrooms are just down that way by the way."
Eragon nodded.
"Thanks. Oh and just tell them I wanted your help to prank Arya later on. Say you think they should get me instead when I'm not expecting it. That'll be believable and Arya will probably go for it."
"Dude we're legit going to get you."
Eragon shook his head.
"I can't get gotten. I'm too awesome."
By the time he returned, Jonathan and Bethany already had helmets on. It was decided that on the way back, Elva and Jason would get to ride. Arya looked at him curiously so he guessed that she didn't quite believe the tale Jonathan told them all. The others were obvious about it in their actions. Well, except for Elva. The girl just glanced at him before motioning for Jason to follow her to the jeep. He looked over to see Jonathan slide on behind Arya and he ignored the jolt of jealousy that shot through him. He was being ridiculous. He'd been the one to agree to this in the first place. Clearing his mind, he hopped on his own bike and waited for Bethany to join him.
-A-R-Y-A-
She looked away as the girl climbed up and wrapped her slender arms around Eragon's waist. It wasn't that she thought the girl would try something, but it still bothered her. She adjusted herself to the added weight a passenger added and pushed her hair into a pony. Her hair was going to be a bitch to untangle later and the thought of it made her cringe. Beside her, Eragon glanced over and winked before shooting off. Bethany screamed in surprise and behind them they could hear Jason laughing. She smiled and followed behind him, Jonathan's hands never straying from her sides. They'd been driving for a few minutes before they hit a more open road and Eragon shifted up, brining his Triumph up to sixty. She tapped Jonathan's hands, signaling that he should hold on tighter.
After a moments hesitation, he linked his hands around her waist but kept them from holding too tightly. That settled it in her head. Eragon had obviously said something to him. But the teen hand't looked nervous or upset when he'd exited the building so it must've been an understood warning. Part of her wanted to be angry but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Shaking her head, she twisted the throttle, feeling the front tire lift slightly as she rocketed forward and past him, getting in front and grinning as he came up beside her. His hair was blowing crazily in the wind and she couldn't imagine what hers looked like.
They reached a bend and slowed dramatically because carving on a bike with a passenger was much harder. Still, they leaned significantly and Jonathan's arms tightened considerably as their knees closed in on the ground. When she straightened out, she immediately shot forward into a straightaway. They opened up, bringing their bikes to over ninety just as another bike came into view from the opposite direction. As he came closer, she saw him tap his helmet and she nodded her thanks, slowing to the speed limit of forty as Eragon did the same beside her. The teen behind her leaned forward, yelling over the wind.
"What did he do that for?"
She didn't respond, only waited until they crested the hill. In front of them a police bike was parked and his radar was aimed at them. She nodded his direction and Jonathan laughed.
"Nice! You have your own biker lingo!"
She grinned and waved at the cop as they passed, eliciting a frown from him. She rolled her eyes. Obviously word of their encounter with police had gotten around. They were obviously being looked out for by the officers. Not that they could do anything so she had to question their reasoning for it. Eragon shrugged most likely thinking the same thing.
-R-O-R-A-N-
He rested his chin on his hand, a frown taking over his features. His partner Katrina dropped into the chair beside him and studied him.
"What's with the face?"
He glanced over.
"Just trying to figure out this organization that's been showing up all over the place."
Her brow furrowed.
"I heard about that. We still don't have a name or face to connect them?"
He leaned tiredly back into his seat.
"Not a single one. I think that girl, the one we had in the holding room back when Eragon-" His voice shook slightly on his friend's name and Katrina gripped his hand under the desk, trying to comfort him. He continued. "When he was still alive. The blonde. She had something to do with them but somehow all information or trace of her has been wiped from our systems. You were working here when all of that went down weren't you? Did you see anything?"
She shook her head sadly.
"I was still in training and didn't get through until a few days later. I'm sorry, Roran."
He shrugged.
"Nah, I mean it figures with the kind of day I've been having."
Katrina shut off his computer and stood, reaching her hands out for him.
"Then come on. Let's get out of here."
He grinned at her.
"Are you trying to distract me, Kat?"
An amused chuckle left her lips.
"Of course."
He had just stood when a shout from across the room caught his attention.
"Roran! Katrina! Up in Ops. We have a lead on them."
He looked over excitedly and tugged her behind him, not even bothering to hide the fact they were holding hands. He'd completely shifted gears, wanting nothing more than to get somewhere with this case. Katrina untangled her fingers from his but kept close, entering the center ground of their entire building. On the screen was all the information they'd found so far about this secret organization that was working throughout the United States and apparently also in Chile. He'd also heard rumor from Europe that the family that was killed in a tragic car accident had also been handiwork of whoever they were chasing.
His boss, Reese, stood in front of the agents gathered.
"So we've came upon something that might give us insight into at least one person involved."
The screen flashed to a picture of a gorgeous woman, obviously the picture on the cellphone from the beginning of the case. It had been printed off and so when all the other images and information was wiped from their files, this had remained. Reese continued, although he was looking directly at him.
"Roran, you are the greenest in this room, but I think you have the most stake in it. We believe this woman was much more than the blonde's guardian. We have just received word from a doctor at the hospital she was recovering in and he claimed that Eragon visited her the day of the explosion. We think she might even be the one who set it off."
Roran leaned forward, memorizing her face so he could destroy her when he found her. And he would, there was no doubt in his mind of that. She would pay for taking away the man he'd begun to consider his brother. The last of his family.
highheel1144: Thank you! I'm glad :D
Rainxoxo: Lol :P I kind of tried to think of how I would've turned out growing up like he did and I figured it sounded about right. I'm glad it rang true because I was worried I might be overboard or something. Thanks for reviewing! I'll be getting on to your story as soon as I can.
Musicman2013: Hehehehe I like hearing that actually! That means that when the tension snaps, it will be epic for everyone! And that adjective has been used to describe me many a time ;)
burning book: Huh? Lol I don't know what you mean.
lightningwind: Thanks!
Flyflyaway: Lol Idk why I decided to do that but it struck me as something Angela would do so I was like, eh, what the hey. I'm going to enjoy writing Elva's story. It should be rather interesting on what I can do with her. Yeah she can walk in on him and be like, O_O It would be pretty awesome. OF COURSE! SKYRIM IS THE BOSS OF ALL RPG'S!
TheeRoyalJester: I don't even hug my parents. I'm just like, eh. And I've been forced to adapt to a lot more physical contact recently because I keep befriending all these super huggy people who force hugs on me. It's horrid haha. Lol why'd she chase you? Did she know you didn't like hugs? That's the only reason my friends try and hug me. Haha do you mean in general or just at your school or something. I'm only ever ok with hugging if I'm the one instigating it. Idk if I've said that already but that's about it. It depends on who's around me. If I'm in class where I don't know anyone, I'm quiet and I ignore everyone. If I'm with friends I'm the most obnoxious person in the world. And thanks!
Happy: Lol you're right. I just realized that lmao.
A Dark Noon: Lol :P And alright haha. Me either hehehe! It's gonna be so good! I don't actually, I can never find one's that I totally love a lot. But I'll definitely check that one out. Ha that'll solve anything! Yeah I'm excited to work with her character. I hope I take her in a direction everyone finds interesting. I'm glad you did :D
So I'm starting to feel a bit odd, if I say strange things or something past this point I apologize. I'm still not sure what Valium even does.
Ra'zac Slayer: Thanks :D
Walter Peterson: Thank ya'!
Elemental Dragon Slayer: Well you are a bottom feeding turtle so poop on your face. Yeah, it was cra. So then I decided not to do my next assignment in Accounting and skip a couple classes to make up for it. Nah, twisted in a dark and grotesque sense. Faolin actually doesn't exist at all in this. So not even dead. He was never alive.
My brain feels all fuzzy and strange. It's weird.
Renaissancebooklover108: Really? Because a motorcycle license requires special training and a different test. Yeah Arya will be opening up pretty soon :D
HelpI'mLostInCorn: Yeah me neither but half the people I speak to are majoring in some form of it. Ha yeah no I doubt it. I still don't have a clue what I want to do but it wont me accounting I can tell you that.
TheLoneVoyager: Thank you! Yeah I thought I'd change it up a bit for this story. I enjoy writing this kind of Eragon anyway. Well, think of it this way. Arya is human in this story which means she doesn't have 200 years to become so bitter. And she was completely serious in the beginning so the only way to adapt her character and have her grow is for her to become more open and happy. She's finding herself comfortable with other people and it's making it easier for her especially with Eragon at her side. It doesn't take away who she is really, but she needs to shift attitudes as she becomes closer to everyone (btw, Idk if I'm making sense anymore so sorry if I'm not) Well she'll be very useful later on and stuff, it's just going to be a bad situation all around when everything goes down. It wont be entirely Eragon's fault though.
Tri: Lol I'll think about Trianna joining the story. Not sure if that's a way I want to go but we'll see haha.
Gazamidori: Yeah that's kind of how I am. I Am Legend even scared the hell out of me. Oh I'm planning on switching it up. Like there's going to be a little mystery and some more Roran scenes. So I don't remember which game you mean and my brain is incapable of thought right now as the pill is slowly taking effect. I can't really focus very well haha. Will do! What ep did you watch? Well each Doctor is played by a different person. Whenever a Doctor is about to die, he can regenerate. That's how they keep the show going. Tru that!
Wow so I just tried standing and I fell into a wall. I feel like sleep deprivation and Valium were not a good mix. I hate the Dentist!
N-Six: Yeya Elva's up in da' house! It wont be too long yet!
funnelwebs: Yeah I'm really not. Well all you need is the title senior and you own the school haha. I think we work well together because while we can eff with each other and be total douches, we are actually good friends as well. I'm sure you write epically! She will be in the rest of the story I can tell you that. That's how my love life will go. I'll be in the tree and freak out at the commitment and shove him off. Thank you!
Morzan's Elvish Daughter: Hehehe XD She really does.
Apocalyptian Scribe: I doubt that question really needed to be asked so aggressively so I'm trying to debate whether you're joking around or just serious about them not needing different names. I'm not really sure you'll even get this far to read my explanation though if the names bothered you so much. But they used names because it was convenient and they need to keep their identities a secret.
I feel so strange right now. Focusing is hard and I just want to sleep. I hope I update this chapter to the correct story lmao. Hoped you all enjoyed my insaneness scattered throughout the comments lol.