Well, here's chapter two. Hopefully, it's getting more interesting…if not, please go away and don't hurt me.

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He decided that the best way to wake me would be to pour a large bucket of ice cold water on my head. Bad move.

He got a punch in the nose and a stream of curses directed at him. When I was finished, I yelled, "Eragon! What's the matter with you? Couldn't you just wake me up with a friendly shake or at least a warm bucket of water? Honestly…"

"SHH!" he shushed. "You'll wake Roran and Garrow! Now, just shut up and follow me. Oh, and you'll want something warm to put on over that…thing. You can borrow Roran's jacket."

I cursed one more time, then rolled out of bed and put my sneakers on. I was wet, it was freezing, and by the time I reached the kitchen where Eragon was waiting for me, my teeth were chattering and my lips were blue.

"Morning!" he said cheerily. He got another punch in the nose. "Ow, what was that for? I was just trying to be friendly. Now then, can you use a bow and arrow?" I shook my head. Eragon sighed. "Then you're no help at all! I wish Garrow would just let me leave you here."

"You wish? I wish I could stay here. I don't want to be forced to wander around the forest hunting animals with you. I'd much rather stay here, I think Roran's much hotter and much more agreeable."

"Yes, but we're stuck with each other until Garrow says otherwise, so don't talk to me and I won't talk to you and we can all be happy. Alright?"

"No, it is not alright. You may not understand this, but I'm here to bug you. As in annoy you, make fun of you, ect. So I will talk, and I will bug you whilst I talk, and you will reply very stupidly and then I will destroy you both physically and emotionally, okay?"

"That didn't make very much sense. And what does okay mean?"

"Same thing as alright, does that work with you, okey-dokey, and things like that."

"Well then, no, it is not okay. Could we just go now?"

"Sure, whatever, Skywalker."

"Skywalker?"

"Yes, I think that's what I'll call you, and I think I'll also continually draw parallels between your lives just to freak you out. For example, did you know that you are both poor farm boys living with your uncle in the far reaches of a vast empire led by an evil King?"

"Umm...no, I did not. I don't even know who Skywalker is. But let's just go, okay?"

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About twelve hours later, I was tired, hungry, covered in dirt, and cranky. Normally, this would spell certain death to whomever I happened to be with at the time, but since I really wanted to meet Murtagh and Arya, I couldn't kill Eragon yet. He probably wished he was dead, though.

"Skywalker, I'm sleepy!"

"For the billionth time, I know."

"Skywalker, I'm hungry!"

"I know."

"Skywalker, I'm thirsty!"

"So you've said."

"Skywalker, I'm –"

"Zel! Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"I don't want to shut up!"

"Too bad for you!"

"Too bad for you!"

"I hate you!"

"I hate you more!"

"I hope you die the untimely slow and painful death you deserve after Arya runs off with Durza or Vanir and doesn't even invite you to the wedding!"

"What?"

"Never mind, Skywalker. I'm just saying, if we don't stop and make camp soon, I'm going to go insane, and you're going to end up dead. So please, let's stop."

"Fine." Eragon knelt down and opened up the big pack he had been carrying. He pulled two bowls, two cups, and two spoons. He handed me a wooden bowl, cup and spoon, then pulled out two rocks. He stacked up some twigs, and then repeatedly banged the rocks together over them.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm making a fire."

"Oh." We sat there in silence for a long time, until I got bored and said, "Are you done yet?"

"Do you see flames?"

"No."

"Then I'm not done."

"Obviously, but do you know when you'll be done?"

"No."

"Well, do you want some help?"

He stopped banging the rocks together and stared at me. "Help? From a girl? From you?"

"Yeah. I can help."

"How so?"

I pulled a lighter out of my pocket (and no, I don't smoke, I was on a camping trip and had it with me, and just never took it out of my pocket). "Watch this."

I walked up to the pile of twigs and set them on fire. "Ta-da!"

"Wow. That's amazing. How did you do that?"

"I'll never tell!"

"Please?"

"NO!!!!" I screamed as I leapt away. Eragon rolled his eyes. "Stupid girl," I heard him whisper.

He boiled water from a nearby stream in the pot and dropped chunks of meat from a rabbit he caught into it. After that he took my bowl and ladled the soup into it. "Here."

I took one bite then spit it out all over him. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever had the displeasure of sticking in my mouth!"

"I'm glad you like it," he said as he slurped his bowl of soup, not even bothering with a spoon.

"I don't like it! I despise it! It's horrible!"

"So? Should I care? I mean, it's not like I- OW! What was that for?" He asked as he wiped the soup out of his eyes and took the bowl off his head.

"Oops, my bowl slipped."

He glared at me. Normally someone looking at me like that would make me want to run and hide, but with his messy and dripping hair and rabbit meat all over his shirt, he looked hilarious.

"Skywalker, let's just forget about dinner and go to sleep."

"Fine." He searched through his pack. "Uh-oh."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I only brought one sleeping bag."

"What?"

"Erm...we could share."

"Yeah right you little-"

"Or we could split it. I get it half the night; you get it half the night."

"Skywalker, you know me. How likely is that?"

"Or I could get it and you could sleep on the ground."

"You know, I have an idea."

"What?"

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The next morning I woke up much happier. I sat up and stretched. Across the clearing wher we had made I heard a groan. "Oh, good morning Skywalker!"

"Del, I hade you."

"It's nice to see you too!" I said cheerily.

"I can'd eben rebember what habbened thad made me wand to gib you da leeping bag."

"Oh really?"

"No, nuhding ad all."

"Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I...I mean, you, broke your nose?"

"Oh yeah..." He glared at me again.

"Well, we'd better get going."

"Obay."

Yes, I know it was really stupid. I was bored! Don't hurt me! I'm starting work on chappie three right now, so tell me what you think I should do in it. REVIEW!!! I give cookies (or anything else you might want) to my reviewers...