Surprise. Lol so I found somebody with the full copy of the story. I hadn't wanted to try and redo it but idk, for some reason I do now. So here is the first chapter. Re-made and re-uploaded. Tell me if you're ok with the changes or if it just isn't as good anymore because of the things I had to take out. Enjoy and it's important that you tell me what you think because that will make or break me continuing to re-edit or not. And don't worry, most everything is the same except for the inappropriate stuff. I put up a poll so vote for what you want me to do.

He chuckled at his cousin. Roran was sitting on the couch while his girlfriend Katrina was resting against his shoulder. They were in the middle of an episode of glee and Roran even seemed interested. He's so whipped. Roran had denied it when asked but Eragon knew, he could see it in Roran's face. There was no way he could let the chance pass to make fun of him. He'd gotten a text a few minutes before from Roran. It said.

Roran: Hey dude, can u get us some popcorn?

Eragon: No

Roran: Come on bro, seriously.

Eragon: Hell no. Get it yourself. Ur the one watching glee. Dumb ass.

Roran: Eragon, she's comfortable, if I get up she'll have to move!

Eragon: Who cares!

He'd responded with that although he was already heading to the kitchen. What could he say? Despite how much he joked with him, he was happy for Roran.

Roran: Please!

He paused before entering, wanting to make Roran earn it.

Eragon: Say it.

Roran: Seriously?

Eragon: . . .

Roran: Fine. I love her! Now make the stupid popcorn!

Laughing he entered the kitchen and went to the pantry, pulling out a bag of popcorn. Roran turned his head and glared at him. Eragon just smirked, sticking the bag in the microwave. Once it finished he dumped it in a bowl, keeping a little out for himself. What? He made it, shouldn't he get a share?

Walking over he held out the bowl to Katrina.

"Thanks."

"No problem." He turned to leave and then paused. "Oh, by the way, you should check Roran's phone. Some of the things he said you might find interesting."

Immediately her head snapped to look at Roran as Roran lunged off the couch at Eragon. Stepping nimbly out of the way Eragon made a dash towards the kitchen but his cousin grabbed his shirt and yanked him to the floor, putting him in a headlock. Without him noticing, Eragon was able to slip Roran's phone out of his jacket pocket.

"Katrina, catch!"

Lobbing the phone he heard a slap as she snatched it from the air. Immediately Roran set him free to go after his phone. Katrina squealed and took off to the bathroom, barely locking the door in time. Laughing, Eragon watched as Roran fumbled desperately for the key atop the door ledge. Suddenly the door opened and Roran backed away, looking down, cheeks flaming red.

He'd not told her yet. Hadn't been sure if she felt the same. But Eragon could see it and he knew if Roran waited too long, Katrina would get the wrong idea. He'd done him a favor. Katrina went straight to Roran and took his face in her hands. She kissed him, her face full of joy. Roran startled and then returned hers with the same amount of vigor.

Eragon tossed a pillow at them.

"Get a room."

Roran waved him off. Smiling, Eragon turned to give them privacy. She left later that night and Roran came to Eragon's room, leaning against the doorway.

"Thanks man."

Eragon nodded.

"You just needed a little shove. Aren't you glad that she knows now too?"

Shaking his head in amusement Roran turned to leave.

"Dad's going to be home in nine days. I just talked to him."

Garrow wasn't his father but he might've well of been. Looking up in surprise Roran answered before he could even ask.

"His tour was shortened a bit. He's coming back to the states with his unit."

"Awesome. Now get out of my room."

With that Eragon pressed play on his Ipod. Five finger Death Punch tore through his speakers as Roran flinched and shouted over his music.

"How do you listen to this?!"

"It's better than that country crap you listen to!"

And then he turned up 'Way of the Fist' and ignored Roran until he left. He laid down and listened to his music as it played through songs by Breaking Benjamin, Papa Roach, Stone Sour, Shinedown, and others. He knew the more modern pop but he was in a rather loud mood. He had a lot of music moods. Sometimes he'd listen to Anberlin songs for a week. The next he'd be in a hardcore, heavy metal mood.

He didn't really have a set genre in which he stayed. He enjoyed almost everything. Except country. The twangy drawl made him cringe. Turning the music down to a quiet drone, he pulled off his shirt and kicked his jeans lazily to the floor before curling into his covers and falling asleep. Eragon awoke the next morning with a start as something cold drenched his face.

"Piss!"

"Actually it's water little bro. If I threw piss on you I doubt it'd be so clear."

"Murtagh!"

He sat up quickly, looking over at his step- brother. Murtagh was standing with an empty cup in his hand. He shook his wet hair out splashing Murtagh in the process.

"Hey, watch it!"

"You're the one who threw the water at me! Serves you right!"

His brother laughed.

"I hear Garrow is returning sooner than expected."

Eragon looked down. Murtagh and Garrow didn't get along to well. Not since Murtagh had gotten Eragon and Roran into a fight causing them to be suspended from their middle school in seventh grade. Murtagh was twenty-one now to Eragon and Roran's seventeen years. He'd moved into a friends apartment the moment he'd turned eighteen and Eragon only saw him when Garrow was in Afghanistan. Which was a lot so it wasn't too bad. He wished he could see them both more but you get what you get.

Murtagh wasn't the greatest role model as a brother. Eragon knew he was involved with some pretty shady people but Murtagh never told him specifics. One thing he had shown Eragon was how to fight. Whenever he'd gotten the chance, Murtagh had taken Eragon, and sometimes Roran, to the gym he worked at and had his friends teach them a thing or two.

"Get up Eragon. Brom is downstairs waiting."

Brom was Roran and Eragons' guardian whenever Garrow wasn't around.

"Waiting for what?"

"School! You do remember that you have school today, right? Summer only lasts for a couple months you know. You're not quite done yet."

Groaning Eragon collapsed back on the bed and covered his face with crossed arms. Then suddenly he was on the floor. Murtagh having yanked him from his bed forcefully. He heard footsteps leaving.

"I swear if I come back up and you're asleep I'll beat you up. Now move your ass."

Eragon went to his dresser slowly and looked at the clock. 7:15 A.M. Ughh.

He slipped into a pair of ripped jeans and pulled on a plain black T-shirt. He wasn't egotistical or anything but he was pretty damn proud at how built he looked. Murtagh was a good trainer.

He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to get it to settle down. Wetting it didn't help so he gave up and went downstairs to the kitchen. Brom was sitting and reading the paper. Eragon rolled his eyes.

"Does anyone besides you even read the paper anymore?"

Looking up from the article Brom looked at him disapprovingly.

"Your first day of school and you're going like that?"

"What's wrong wit my clothes?"

Roran entered the conversation.

"You look like you took a razor to your jeans. Other than that, not much."

Turning Eragon smirked.

"It's better than being a preppy wannabe."

Ignoring him Roran pulled out the cereal and sat down at one of the barstools surrounding the island in the kitchen. Eragon joined him and yanked the box from his fingers taking almost all of the contents. Roran grabbed for the bowl as Eragon jumped up from the seat and held it behind his back, spoon out in front to keep Roran at bay.

Suddenly the bowl was ripped from his fingers as Murtagh came up behind him.

"Thanks bro. I was worried there wouldn't be any left for me."

At that he went and poured milk into the bowl, grinning all the while. Roran and Eragon glared as they each grabbed bread and shoved it in the toaster.

Brom looked up.

"If you would be responsible and use the money given to you by Garrow to buy necessary food instead of bags of candy, you wouldn't be in this situation right now."

"If Murtagh didn't come and eat our food we'd still have enough for both of us to have a bowl."

Roran complained.

Murtagh snorted.

"With the way you eat Roran? Yeah right."

"Boys, you're going to be late."

Stuffing their toast into their mouths without buttering it wasn't the most pleasant experience but it was better just to listen to Brom. Eragon took off, heading for the garage.

"Oh no you don't! It's my turn to drive!"

Roran went after him, knocking over a chair in the process. He might be stronger than Eragon but graceful he was not. Yanking the keys off their hook as he opened the door, Eragon slammed it behind him and jumped inside their truck, locking the doors. Roran pulled at the handle to the driver side.

"Eragon, get out of the car!"

Smirking he started the vehicle and raised the garage door.

"Eragon!"

Lowering the window slightly he spoke calmly.

"Roran, if you don't want to be walking to school, go over to the passenger side and get in."

That earned him a glare before Roran went around the front of the truck. Eragon reached over and unlocked the door. Climbing in Roran punched him in the shoulder hard.
"Hey!"

"Drive the car."

"Asshole."

"Drive!"

Eragon mimicked him in a high-pitched voice and Roran glared at him. Laughing he pulled out of the garage and stopped on the driveway, something catching his eye.

"Who's moving in next door?"

"No clue. Some family."

"No shit, Sherlock. But where are they from?

"Dude I have no clue, can we go to school now?"

"Whatever."

He started to back out, still watching the house, when a figure sprinted out the door. Her most prominent feature was her platinum blonde hair. She was petit but she seemed like she could handle herself. She glided across the street and right up to his window. What the. . . .

He stopped the truck and rolled down the window to the vibrant, bright, blue eyes staring back at him.

"Hey!"

The girl was smiling and you could tell she was a fireball just by looking at her. She was also a little bit younger than them.

"Hey. . ."

She seemed to notice his confusion.

"Oh, sorry, I was just wondering if I could catch a ride. My car is at the mechanics so my mother told me I needed to ride the bus. The bus really isn't for me so I figured, what the hell. You guys go to Varden High, right?"

"Um, no. We go to Carvahall. But we can give you a ride, it's not too much out of our way."

Roran kicked his leg. Grimacing Eragon ignored him.

"You can sit up front, Roran will move to the back. Right Roran?"

Another rough kick, this one landing on his shin.

"Ass! Roran get in the back!"

"Fine."

Turning back to the girl outside his car he smiled.

"Hop in."

He couldn't help but notice how bizarre the entire situation was, but this girl intrigued him. She was beautiful yes, but that wasn't why. There was just something about her that made this awkward moment not awkward at all. Her personality was contagious and he didn't even know her yet. She grinned and went to the passenger side, getting into the seat that Roran had just vacated grumpily.

"I'm Saphira, by the way."

"Eragon. And if you don't mind me asking," He said backing out. "Why did you come over here? We could've been like serial killers or thugs."

She smirked at him.

"I was here last week with my mom and you guys were outside. I can tell when somebody is a good person. I'm an excellent judge of character."

Eragon chuckled and looked in the rearview mirror at Roran, who was still fuming.

"Aww, turn that frown upside down, bro."

Saphira tried to muffle her amusement. Roran ignored him, looking out the window. As they drove they continued their conversation as if they'd known each other for longer than five minutes. Turns out that she was almost 16, a sophomore. She just moved back from Oklahoma with her mom and dad and it was her first day at Varden High. Her favorite band was Mumford and Sons, whoever the hell that was, and she completely despised drama TV shows as much as him.

"Right! They're like the most unrealistic storylines you'll ever see. All the best friends sleep with each other's boyfriends while three get raped and half the main characters have a baby. That's a little over exaggerated but come on!"

Eragon laughed at her seriously annoyed tone.

"Very true."

She titled her head in thought."

"You're a pretty cool kid. Ya know?"

Smirking he answered tongue in cheek.

"Of course I know. I mean with my good looks and boyish charms, the world is my playground!"

She rolled her eyes.

"Strike that. I must've lost my touch cause I totally didn't get egotistical douchebag when I first saw you."

He shrugged.

"Nobody's perfect."

"Apparently you are far from it."

"Ouch."

He grinned as they pulled into the drop off zone at Varden High.

"You're drama filled day awaits."

Sighing she opened the door.

"See ya later Eragon."

As she turned to close the door he called her name. She paused, waiting.

"Do you need a ride home after school?"

She thought for a moment.

"If that's ok with you, I don't want to cause a problem between you and Roran."

Roran snorted and she laughed with Eragon who shook his head.

"It's no problem, what time do you get out?"

"You can pick me up anytime after 3:30. I have a student council meeting after school. Does that work?"

"Perfect, It'll give me a chance to drop Roran off at Katrina's house."

"I expect a story on that later."

"It's a guarantee."

Roran cut in there.

"Ok, as much as I enjoy to know that you're going to tell a complete stranger about my personal life, we are late and need to get going. Now."

"Fine, fine. Whatever. I'll see you later Saphira."

"Bye!"

With that she flitted up the steps and went towards the doors. As he drove away he caught a glimpse of Saphira speaking to a slim figure with black hair.

Ok so I barely changed anything at all from this. Just a few cuss words. Let me know what you think in your reviews.