So here is my new fic, still with ExA, but also MxN, FxS. It's a mix of the four books, so it begins with the elements of the first one, and it keeps going on that way. The events happen in the same chronology than the original, but it's modern, and focused on romance stuff.

Eragon woke up.

He stared at the ceiling of his room a little while, trying to recover his thoughts.

It was Sunday. Roran was certainly at the mass.

Brom and Garrow doing some things.

And Saphira hanging out with friends.

He sighed, and suddenly, his phone rang.

Shit, he thought.

He took it and answered.

"Hello", he said with a voice full of sleep.

"Eragon, get up! shouted Garrow's voice, Brom and I are just one street from there, I want you dressed in two minutes, we come, and we take you."

"Wait...What! Where!"

"Common, you're wasting time!"

He rang off, and stood.

Where the hell did they want to go at nine of the morning, a Sunday?

He dressed with jeans and T-shirt, baskets and jacket, and was about to left the room when his phone vibrated on the table.

It was a text this time.

Saphira: wassup? What are you doing?

Eragon: Nothing, Brom and Garrow need me for something, I must hurry. U?

Saphira: Getting bored at the church.

He smiled.

Eragon: Why are you going anyway?

Saphira: Already told you. Thorn doesn't want to go alone.

Eragon: I thought you didn't like him.

Saphira: It's not that I don't like him... he's just not my type of friend, but it doesn't mean I have to ignore him for the rest of times. I don't mind hanging out with him.

Eragon: So he's your friend.

Saphira: Nah.

He put his cell in his pocket, and left.

At the same time, a car was backfiring in front of the house.

"Eragon, come down!" yelled Brom.

"Coming..." he growled.

Both of them were waiting for him in the hall.

"We're going to take a taxi" said Garrow while the boy was walking towards the car.

"Why that?"

"'Cuz I need the car" answered Roran's voice in his back.

"Actually, you don't need the car my Rorie, you just wanna drive, but you cannot, Rorie, because you don't know how to, Rooorie darling" said Eragon with a faked voice.

"Where is your testosterone, man?"

"Shut up."

"No, you shut up."

"Whatever."

"Kid."

"You're just one year older than me!" said Eragon.

"Are you still arguing about that?"

"Come on boys, Eragon, stop it."

Eragon laughed, and shoved Roran against the wall.

"Will you stop?"

"Where are you going anyway?"

"Katrina's house."

"Don't get her pregnant."

"Her dad will be there."

"Don't get him pregnant too."

"Gross." said Roran, even if he laughed against his will.

He disappeared in the garage.

Eragon followed Garrow and Brom and they finally took a taxi.

It was a gray UV, and there were already two people at bord.

A woman with dark hair was sitting next the driver, and a girl, probably her daughter, was sitting on the last bench.

Brom and Garrow went to the second one, and he had no choice but sit next to her.

"Hey" he said.

She turned her head to him, and he stopped breathing.

He eyes – purely green emeralds- immediately pierced his, petrifying him, while his gaze went to her shiny and colored lips.

She was certainly the most beautiful creature he had seen in his entire life.

"Hi" she replied.

He stayed here, watching her, while the car was going on.

Brom and Garrow were talking noisily, and he couldn't put his eyes on something else than her.

"So..."

He cleared his throat.

"What's your name?"

She was looking by the window, turning her back to him.

"Why does my name interest you?"

"Cuz names are interesting."

"Then what's yours?"

"Eragon."

She faced him.

"It's beautiful" she said.

"Not my idea first. But thanks. What's yours?" he repeated.

"Arya" she answered after a little while.

"Arya, Arya. I like it. It sounds good. Nice to meet you, Arya."

He presented his hand to her, and she shook it briefly, before returning to her contemplation of the city.

"Hum... Where are we going?" he asked loudly to Brom and Garrow, trying to have her attention.

"You'll see." answered his uncle.

"Come on, it's totally not funny, I mean I'm 16. It amused me when I was four."

"The point is not amusing you, but keeping you from crying."

"... Where the hell are we going?"

"Watch your words."

"I'll do it if you tell me."

"I won't."

"Then I'll be insolent and insulting."

"Personally, it doesn't bother me. But there are two ladies here, so stop ridiculing yourself."

He sighed.

"They might be bringing you to the dentist." Arya said, smiling.

His heart definitely stopped beating.

For at least 3 seconds.

What was that fucking beautiful smile? What. Was. That?

"I'm not afraid of dentists" he slowly replied.

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"Shopping."

She chuckled, and he winced, his heart really hurting him.

"You should have been a girl, it'd have been easier."

"Hum... if I was a girl, I wouldn't mind shopping, but in the same time, I would hate spiders."

"That's totally a stereotype."

"What, you won't tell me you like spiders?"

"Not less than other insects."

"I have one in my room. A tarantula."

"Great."

"No, I'm serious. My cousin afforded it to me."

She looked at him with a singular gaze, and he didn't know if she was making fun of him, or just trying to understand how a person could have a tarantula in his room.

Then suddenly, something changed in her eyes, and she turned cold.

He tried to be funny.

"So do you think I'm good looking?"

Her eyebrows rose.

"What is your definition of good looking?" she asked.

"The same as everyone."

"What means...?"

"Well...You know, beautiful eyes, and... clean hair. Muscles. And maybe a little whisker."

"The whisker is disgusting."

He was about to reply, but the car crashed against something violently, and his head stubbed into the back of the sit in front of him.

The car steadied, and a dead silence reigned a long time.

Then suddenly, an explosion detonated, and the front of the car was set into fire.

He heard glass falling to pieces, and someone shouting something.

Panic and adrenaline ran into him, as he looked in Arya's direction.

She was unconscious, with blood on the top of her head.

He didn't think twice.

Removing her seat belt, he held her, laid on the bench, and pop the window with his feet, as the door was pressed inwardly.

He made her fall by the window, then passed through it, and looked around him.

They were in the bottom side of the highway, and a truck was overturned in front of the car, that was still burning.

He took his cell phone, and called the 911.

I don't know if I should keep it up... So, tell me if you like it!