TOBIAS POV

I'm at the gym working out with Zeke. It's our usual 6 a.m. routine before we go to our respective jobs. Zeke works here at the gym teaching self-defense classes, for all levels, and also a seminar once a week for the police academy on proper hand to hand combat and fighting techniques, which is a fairly interesting class. I on the other hand, work for a private security company and develop new methods of making their computers and security systems more effective and efficient. I also enjoy, when Zeke asks me to fill in for a class. It's not very common though. Usually only if one of the other instructors call out sick, or if he has another obligation, he'll let me know ahead of time. Right now though, he's being super annoying.

"Dude, c'mon, you never take a break or just relax. Why won't you come with me to see my brother? It's his last weekend at college, he graduates on Wednesday, and then he and a couple of his friends are moving back out this way. To be honest I could use the help getting him packed up," Zeke was begging now. It was sort of sad how bad he was trying to get me to come with him to his brother's school this weekend. I guess it makes sense that he would want me to go, being that we're best friends, but still, this has reached a new low. I'm even considering giving in…

"I don't know Zeke…" I'm hesitating, I don't want to go. It's no secret to anybody that I'm not exactly a social butterfly, but he knows that I'm losing my resolve and it's all over his face with his next plea.

"C'mon Four, please?" At this point he looks absolutely pathetic. I have to go now.

"Fine I guess I'll take the trip out with you."

"Yes! Road Trip!" Zeke jumps up in the air and pumps his fist in celebration. It's actually kind of funny but I need to lay down some ground rules.

"Zeke I'm not kidding though, I'm not going to some stupid frat party to get 'totally wasted' and hang out with a bunch of barely old enough kids. I'm going to help you pack up your brother and spend time with you and Uri." I say this looking him dead in the eye so he knows I'm not kidding.

"I promise. No frat parties. Scouts honor." At this point he puts one hand over his heart and the other he lifts in the air and holds up three fingers, signifying his 'honor.' It's going to be an interesting weekend.

TRIS POV

"Tris, do you mind if I just tell my brother and his friend to come to your house since they're coming as late as they are? They'll have to get ready for the party here," Uri asks a little hesitantly knowing that I don't really like strangers in my apartment, but he's my best friend and I have to assume that any brother of his, especially one he's so close to, and their friend would have to be good people. So I tell him I don't mind.

"Thanks Tris, it just makes things a little easier, you know?"

"Yeah I know," I tell him with a smile so he knows I'm actually okay with it, "I'm making dinner tonight though, your brother and friend aren't allergic to anything right?" I ask as I pull out all the pots and pans I'll need to make dinner.

"No, not that I know of," Uri tells me with a shrug.

"Well aren't you just a boatload of information," I say sarcastically and roll my eyes. He laughs at me knowing I'm kidding, "So what is your brother and his friend's names? That way I know what to call them when they come in."

"My brother's name is Zeke," okay that'll be easy enough to remember, "and our friend's name is Four," wait. What?

"His name is what?" I turn around to look at him now so I can see his face to make sure he's not kidding.

"Four, like the number," he doesn't flinch.

"Please tell me that's a nickname."

Uri chuckles at my surprise, "Yeah, it's a nickname. He doesn't like his real name, and please don't ask."

I know enough to know that not everyone likes their secrets dug into, especially by people that don't know them, so I just agree to not ask and then Uri heads out to get his shower and get ready for the party tonight.

I'm not particularly looking forward to the party, other than spending time with Uri and Christina of course. Although, that might change after Christina's done dressing me. I lost a bet on the last hockey game we went to, and that means she gets to dress me in whatever she wants, with the allowance for vetoes on practicality, obviously. But, I don't want to stress about that right now, ill cross that bridge later, when I come to it. For now I'm going to put some 80's rock on my I-pad and lose myself to some Motley Crue and cook a shit ton of stir fry.

TOBIAS POV

We just parked in front of some run-down apartment building that looks over run with undergrads and I'm seriously reconsidering my decision to come here. Zeke looks pumped to be here; meanwhile I'm just getting queasy. I didn't like undergraduate students when I was one. Everyone was always out partying and getting wasted or high and barely made it to class often enough to know what classes they were taking. Everyone was too concerned with their newfound freedom and trying to 'be their own person' to realize they needed to go to class in order to graduate. Everyone was cocky as hell, and in your face, and I didn't have time for that. Why am I here? Oh right, because my over expressive best friend guilt tripped me into it.

"Alright I just texted Uri. He said he's going to meet us in the lobby. Apparently we're going to eat dinner at his friend, Tris's, place. That'll be cool though, because I'm pretty sure she's one of the one's moving back out to Chicago with Uri." I just shook my head through his entire explanation while I watched I group of guys stuff a backpack full of beer and then walk into the building like there was nothing going on. This is going to be a long weekend.

We walk up to the entrance of the building and Uri comes out with his typical big grin and that's what snaps me out of my misery. Zeke and Uri have the same contagious grin, they always have, but what's different is how grown up Uri is. He used to be awkward and pimply; he used to have this funny hop in his stride because his legs were so long. Now he's really grown into himself. He has no more acne, he walks with a kind of confidence he didn't have before, and there's no awkwardness anywhere to be seen. The smile though, that's the same.

"Hey! I haven't seen you in forever Four! How are you?" he asks as he gives me one of the typical 'bro hugs.'

"I've been good, I've been good. How have you been? College seems to have done you well," I say with as much emotion as I can bear, being I'm as uncomfortable as I am here.

"Yeah! It has!" he and Zeke were always very exuberant speakers, never a dull moment around either of these two, "Come on up guys, Tris has dinner just about done. Do you need help with your bags?"

After shrugging off his over to help, Zeke and I both follow Uri into the elevator and up to the third floor. As soon as the elevator door opens the first thing you hear is a muffled Bon Jovi song coming from three doors down. Uri smiles and walks to that very door. He doesn't even knock and lets us all in. The first thing I see is a young girl with blond hair tied up in a loose, messy ponytail dancing and singing along to Bon Jovi, all while adding what looks like salt and pepper to a pan of something that smells beyond delicious. As I take all of this in I chuckle, and she must not have known we were there until that very moment because as I did, she whipped around in surprise, with a spoonful of whatever was in the pan, and spilled the entirety down the front of her. I felt awful about frightening her, but she recovered before I could offer help.

"Well at least I didn't like this shirt. Now I have a reason to get rid of it," she said and then laughed as she pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it into the trash. She was now in just a cream colored tank top and it showed how tan she was; and now that I had a better look at her face I could see that she had green eyes and a roundish face. Not in the 'she's kind of fat' way, but in the 'she's really cute and isn't as narrow as a string bean kind' of way. A good look at her arms though told anyone who saw that she was an active person. She had pretty distinguished biceps and shoulders, again not in a 'creepy bodybuilder' sort of way but in an 'active, probably outdoorsy type' kind of way. She was definitely attractive.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you," I didn't know what else to say after that. She didn't seem that upset about it, but you never knew with women. Thankfully, Uri stepped in at that point to save me from the awkward conversation I was about to start.

"Tris, this is my brother Zeke," he says motioning to Zeke, "and this is our friend Four," he says bending his head toward me. "Guys, this is Tris. She's going to be moving out to Chicago with us later this week." Tris came over then and greeted us both.

"It's nice to meet you guys," she says with a grin, "and don't worry about the shirt. I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't like it. It was a gift from someone, and you can't throw those away no matter how fugly they are." Uri and Zeke both laugh I just nod my head. This girl made me nervous and I couldn't put my finger on why. She was waiting for a response and when she didn't get one she just nodded her own head and went back to the stove. When she turned around I could see that her back was also well developed. I wonder if she plays a sport. She's got to.

Then a hurricane approached.

"HONEY I'M HOME!" a slender young woman with copper skin and a handful of bags came busting through the front door then waving her blow dryer in the air.

"Guys this is Christina, she's my other friend that's moving out to Chicago, she got a job at a law firm out there. Right now as an intern, but with the possibility of working her way up the ranks," there's no way this woman was going to be an attorney, "Chris this is my brother Zeke, and our friend Four."

She turns to appraise us, "Four like the number?" I stiffen immediately although I should probably be used to people's reactions to my nickname by now.

"Yeah," I say it curtly so hopefully she won't have any follow up questions.

I was wrong.

"Where did that name come from? Please tell me that's not what your parents named you," I was getting ready to answer with some sarcastic comment about how nosy she was when Tris spoke up instead.

"Chris, I'm looking at all of these bags you have thrown over your shoulder and I could have sworn our agreement was that you had the selection of my closet only for tonight," she says while pulling out plates for all of us. I could have kissed her in that moment, because even though I knew I was being rude, I don't handle questions about my life well.

"Oh but darling, what's mine is yours!" and that was enough to distract Christina from my name for the time being. I would have to figure out how to thank Tris later, because she couldn't have possibly known how much she just rescued me.

"Chris I'm not kidding. I'm not going out tonight looking like a hooker." Tris says looking at Christina fully now. Then what she said makes its way into my brain. Going out? Out where?

"Speaking of which, what are you two wearing tonight? You can't wear what you've spent all day driving in." Uri says looking completely unaware of the chaos going on in my head.

"Going out where?" I ask. I look over at Zeke. He is doing everything he can not to make eye contact with me. That's when I know the answer. Uri hasn't even gotten the words out of his mouth before I'm internally freaking out.

"My frat is having like an end of the year/graduation party for the end of the semester, to say goodbye to the seniors. I thought Zeke told you…" I leveled Zeke with my eyes and very quietly said,

"No, he didn't say a word."