A/N: I am so sorry this has taken so long. I know it's been 164 days since my last update to this story. And to tell you the truth, this chapter was going to be a oneshot, but I thought, "Why the hell not make it the next chapter?" It took me about 30 minutes to write this, so I apologize about the bad quality, but I wanted to update it.
Again, I'm sorry to keep any readers I have waiting. I'm lacking inspiration, so if any of y'all want to see the end of this story(I already have the last chapter written), please review or PM me with any ideas.

Disclaimer: It's 12:58 in the morning. I can't come up with a witty or clever way of telling you I don't own these delectable, mouth-watering characters.

Today was like any other day with Taz. Wake up early, meet up outside the mess hall, eat breakfast before others arrived, train in the gym, skip lunch, run/swim laps, eat dinner, then go back to my room and watch a movie. Tonight, it was The Never-ending Story, a movie about a young boy who was picked on by bullies because he was so little and he liked to read.

As it started, Taz's eyes glazed over, as if she was remembering something or deep in thought. I decided to just let her think and became engrossed in the movie.

"Up, what's jour name?" she asks out of nowhere, making me jump.

"Why do you wanna know?"

"It's a little hard to explain. Um. Have jou ever read Eragon?"

"Uh, that would be a negative"

"Well, dis might be a little difícil. Dere are two characters. Eragon and Arya. Dey are in love wit' each other, but Arya doesn't feel de same way at first, and even later in the series, doesn't want to admit it. Eragon learned to accept dis, but his feelings for her never went away. Jou see, Eragon is a dieciséis anos de edad Dragon Rider and Arya is ninety year old Elvin princesa."

"Taz, where're you goin' with this?" I interrupted.

"Just esperar! Jou'll see in una momento. Así que de todos modos, over de years and during de war, Eragon and Arya get closer and dey become los mejores amigos."

It is at this part that I really start paying attention, because, maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I feel as if I'm Eragon and she's Arya. Is that really our situation? I'm sure she knows I like her, but does she really like me back and doesn't want to admit it?

"When de earth had first begun, de elves made a magic language, now called de Ancient Language. Every person has two names. De one jour parents give to jou, and jour true name. A true name is a word or a group of words in de Ancient Language which represents a person's true self. If a person should learn jour true name, all dey do is speak it and dey will have complete control over jou. It is de biggest form of trust a person can show to another by telling dem deir true name.

"I trust jou, Up, wit' all of my heart. I want jou to know my real name, but only if jou trust me enough to tell me jours."

I sit there stunned for a bit. That really came out of nowhere and it took me a second to regain my composure. As an answer deemed worthy enough by me, I leaned over and whispered my name in her ear. She smiled and tried it out a couple times.

"Xander," she says. "Xander Up. Me gusta."

She, in turn, leaned in and whispered her name in my ear. As soon as it left her lips, she sat up straight and looked at me expectantly. I smiled at her and said,

"I'm not going to say it. Ya know why?" She shook her head in response.

"It's 'cause you'll always be Taz to me, no matter what."

Next thing I know, long, skinny arms have restricted the airflow to my lungs. I hug her back and when it ended, we sat in a comfortable silence and watched as Bastian rode on Falcor's back and chased the bullies into the dumpsters and they ran like a bunch of chickens.

A/N: Howdy. Um, yeah. Sorry about the shortness of it. I really need help getting Taz through her days at the Academy.

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