Yo! This is Drownedinlight, invaderpixie's friend.Because my parents won't let me get an account of my own, she offered to share this one with me. Isn't that nice? So, here i am posting my first story
Well I got this idea while watching a AMV on YouTube (www(.)youtube(.)com), and when I heard the song, I almost immeadiately thought of Arya. A couple of quick notes, Murtagh and Thorn are not evil (YAY!), and Thorn and Saphira have human forms which they use in this fic. Umm…it might be AU, but we'll see about that as the fic progresses.
Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form, do I own Eragon, or the character's from the Inherritance trilodgy. They are copy righted to Christopher Paolini. Hercules is copy righted to Disney and the Greeks, and the song "Won't Say I'm In Love" is copy righted to Disney.
Warning: Everyone might seem out of chracter (really out of character in fact...)
"Arya, why haven't you gone out with Eragon yet?" Arya looked up at Saphira as the blue haired, blue eyed girl staired back at her. "Well?"
"I guess he's just not my type."
"Oh bull!" Nasuda said rolling onto her back on Arya's bed. (AN: Yup, I've decieded, it's AU.) "I mean, the guy drools over you behind your back, but doesn't press you. Who's type isn't he?"
"Er, I'm not ready to date." Islanzadí, who had been listening from the hall, came into the room.
"Honey, I know some boys have hurt you, but it's been years since you've been on a date. What's so wrong with giving Eragon a chance?"
"Besides," Katrina started up before Arya could get a word in, "when you actually go out with guys they have a lesser affect on you."
"Who are you guys to talk to me about this stuff?" Arya asked.
"Girls with more experience than you," Nasuada retorted as the other's nodded.
"So does that mean that guys have a lesser affect on you?" they all nodded. "So the words Thorn, Murtagh, Oromis and Roran have no affect on you four?" she inquired while reading an article of Teen Vougue. She glanced up to see a beautiful flush cross over the four other women's faces.
"Th-th-that's not the point!" Saphira retorted. "The point is, we're focusing on you and Eragon and that you need to go out together." The blunette paused before adding, "then get married, buy a house and have three kids."
"Three?" Arya asked.
"I rounded up from two point five."
"Look you guys, I've heard plenty of guys sing this tune before, they use you and then lose you."
"Arya, that isn't true about Eragon and you know it!" Saphira said through clenched teeth.
"Not all guys are cruel about it," Arya responded cooly. "Haven't you ever heard the expressions 'it's not you it's me,' and 'I think that we'd make better friends.'"
"Arya, this guy is crazy about you," Nasuada reasoned. "Like propose to you on the spot, crazy. He is not the use you and lose you kind of guy."
"Besides," Katrina said, "He writes about you all the time. Even more than that steamy erotica stuff—oops!" She covered her mouth.
"…Eragon writes steamy erotica?" Saphira asked, mouth agape.
"What about?" Islanzadí inquired, a little to eagarly. "I mean…uh, for sake of conversation."
"Various things," Katrina replied. "Nothing about Arya though, so he's a gentleman as well. But I have to say, it was very well written and not corny at all." The other girls merrily began chatting about Eragon's steamy erotica, while Arya decieded to get some fresh air and slipped out of the room.
Islanzadí waited until she heard the front door close and then sprang up.
"C'mon!" she said to the younger women.
"What? Are we going to do something to Arya?"
"Yes, but it's nothing bad. My girlfriends and I used to do this all the time when one of our friends needed a serious push in the right direction. Now c'mon, by the end of tonight, Arya will have to admit that she's in love!"
Arya walked amoung the gardens that her father had taken her to when she was younger. They were the perfect place to think, and right now that's what she really needed to do. And to get some questions answered.
Did she want to go out with Eragon?
Yes. He was a sweet boy and always very nice to her.
Was she afraid of getting hurt?
No! Of course not! Well…maybe a little. Besides, all men were just stupid, and they did very stupid things.
Oh c'mon, you know that you want to go out with him, said a little voice to her.
"No I don't!"
You're just in denial, like Meg from that movie you liked to watch when you were little.
"Life isn't a fairy tale, and Disney seams to think that it should be, the actual myth was a lot sadder."
Oh come on, can't you let your life be a fairy tale, just this once?
"No, because it isn't." Speaking of Herculus…wasn't there a song about situations like this? Won't say I'm in love, or something like that. "If there's a prize for rotten judgement," she sang, remembering all of the guys that had dumped her because "she was too good for them". "I guess I've already won that." No kidding, she thought to herself."No man is worth the aggravation, that's ancient history, been there, done that!"
Islanzadí, Saphira, Nasuada and Katrina, who had been hidding in the bushes and providing the little voice to nudge her in the direction, also began singing, but their part was that of the muses.
"Who'd'ya think you're kiddin', he's the Earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden, Honey, we can see right through you." Arya began looking around, throughly confused as to who was singing. "Girl, ya can't conceal it, we know how ya feel and who you're thinking of…" Arya got up and began walking away from these, now, singing voices.
"No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no."
"You swoon, you sigh, why deny it? uh-oh." Arya turned around, and the other girls just barely managed to hide in time, behind statues of the muses.
"It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love." Arya walked further around the garden to get away from the voices which were now ooing. "I thought my heart had learned its lesson, it feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming get a grip, girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out. Ohhhhhhh." That's true, they've always made me cry. Even Daddy… but Daddy couldn't help dying.
"You keep on denying, who you are and how you're feeling. Baby, we're not buying, Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown-up, when ya gonna own up, that ya got, got, got it bad," sang the "voices".
And as Fate and Destiny would have it Eragon and the other guys happened to be walking in the same extact garden that Arya and the "voices" were in. Eragon, being Eragon, noticed Arya, while the other guys were more interested in the "voices" hiding behind some very large hedges.
"Hey, isn't that Arya?" Eragon asked, turning to his companions for their opinion only to see them missing. "Aw, man, they did it again."
"No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no!"
"Give up, give in," said three of the voices.
"Check the grin you're in love!"
That sounded an aweful lot like Nasuada, Arya thought.
"This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love!" But what is wrong with Eragon? I mean he can be a little dense sometimes, but they are right, he's sweet and kind, and he doesn't presure me into a relationship. Arg! I don't love Eragon!
"You're doin flips, read our lips, you're in love!"
"You're way off base, I won't say it! Get off my case, I won't say it!" I can't be in love with Eragon! I just can't! It's impossiable for us to go together!
"Girl, don't be proud," the "voices" told her encouragingly. "It's O.K. you're in love!" Arya made her way to a bench and sat down gently thinking over her thoughts.
"Oh, At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love…" In the background, Arya somewhat heard the "voices" singing shu-do, shalalala and then letting out a long sigh, but her thought's were preoccupied with a certain brunette.
I'm in love…I'm in love with Eragon Morson…
"Ok now that's creepy…I could have sworn I heard my name…" Speak of the devil! The adorably hot brunette was wandering into the small courtyard the most confused look on his face. "Oh, hey, Arya, you didn't by chance, call my name did you? I swear that I heard someone saying it."
"No, sorry," she replied a gentle smile weaving it's way onto her face.
"Oh, ok then, I should probably go and locate the guys. How they always manage to ditch me is beyond me." He began walking off and Arya could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she called out,
"Eragon!" He turned back,
"Would you, maybe, like to go and get some dinner and then go to the fair grounds?" A geniune smile lit up his face.
"Yeah sure." She stood and joined him and he offered her his arm. "Shall we, mil'lady?" Arya let a giggle escape her lips.
Over in the bushes, Islanzadí, Saphira, Katrina, and Nasuada sqeeled and high fived.
"Yes!" shouted Saphira in triumph. "We hooked Arya up! We hooked Arya up!"
"I'm gonna have grandchildren!" Islanzadí shouted.
"Finally, she can just haul out and kiss him!" katrina yelled.
"Instead of wistfully staring at his ass, from across the room," Nasuada added.
"What are you guys doing?" came a very male voice. The four women ridgidly turned around to see Murtagh, Oromis, Thorn and Roran watching them with very amused looks on their faces. "Well?" Murtagh asked again.
"Uh…hooking Arya up with Eragon?" Saphira told them unsurely. Islanzadí quickly grabbed the blunette's arm.
"C'mon, we gotta tail'um and make sure everything goes ok."
"Wait a minute, your actually going to follow them?" Oromis asked. The four girls nodded.
"On their first date?" Roran inquired. Nods.
"Isn't that a little rude?" Thorn posed. Head shakes.
"…Can we come with?" Murtagh asked getting stares from the other guys.
"Sure!" Islanzadí said. "The more the merrier! Now come on before we lose them!"
AN: Well there you have it. I may continue this in the next chapter of Eragon and Arya's date at the fair. In which Murtagh will sing "Kiss the Girl," from the Little Mermaid. Tehe, won't that be fun? Let me know what you think.
Oh and the whole thing about Eragon's surname being Morson, I needed a name that he and Murtagh could share. So since they're Morzorn's sons, I made them Murtagh and Eragon Morson.