AN: So this is a republish of an old story I started a while ago that I have improved on and added to. It's Divergent AU and will be Fourtris and any other pairings that readers want. I have a rough plot planned but open to suggestions so leave any ideas or advise/ corrections in the reviews. It's all appreciated and taken on board :)

enjoy ~ over to Tris

Tris' POV.

It has been my observation that most people get ahead during the time that others waste. Life never ceases to amazing me just the insignificant but yet fascinating details, that everyone always seems to miss.

How the trees decrepit branches make the wind whistle and whine as it traverses aimlessly or how car engines rumble tiredly constructing hustled harmonies demanding to be heard.

That's just it though isn't it? Life. No details.. Not really. Just a quick run through and your done. Life as you know it, over.

I've spent the last 16 years like this. Just another high school drifter, following the crowds and thinking 'what if'... It doesn't really bother me, being an 'outsider' has it's perks, honestly.

My daily routine is simple; get up, go to school, feel miserable then come home. This being the urging factor for my return. I've had my case and hand luggage packed since yesterday morning, reluctance isn't the word.

Now; I stand outside the brisk airport after hours worth of back ache and nowhere near enough leg room, I take a breath...Chicago sure is something. I'm dragged from my thoughts as a car horn honks repeatedly drawing my undivided attention.

Tori of course... "Hey stiff!"

Urghh. Just another terrible childhood nickname, didn't take her long.

"Give up on the glare already, jump in!" She finishes.

The car ride is a lot worse; its around midday now sitting in a black SUV, I'm practically being baked alive.

"Please tell me we're almost there." I can't help complain while flopping my hand as a make-shift flan.

Tori laughs, it's a light but unusually loud giggle full of air.

"The next turn in, calm it Beatrice." She finishes with a smirk.

I can't stop the natural downturn of my features.

"Tris. Please do not, ever call me that."

"What? Beatrice?" She resumes her smirk and pulls into a drive way.

I inwardly groan. Stepping out of the car, I get a clearer picture of the house... Taking in every detail once again. It's larger than I remember but well suited for the both of us.

"Go inside, I'll grab your bags" Tori, again breaking my chain of thought. "Go on!" She repeats.

I smile somewhat awkwardly then head up the gravel pathway. The stones creating friction between each other and the soles of my converse. The wooden porch decking, creaking and awakening under my weight like it had so many times before.

I've been in Chicago 4 hours now... I've always felt at home here. The neighbourhood unchanged and serene, even after 10 long years. The interior is perfectly designed with no object out of place, heading straight up the wooden stair case not bothering to acquaint myself with any changes.

My old room is untouched; old crayons scattered on mostly every surface, the odd book coated with dust and the floor still sparkling with glitter that was too stubborn to lift.

Tori has caught up with me now my case and bag landing with a thud.

"I had the spare room done up for you all new. Couldn't have you staying in here" she said with a twinge of sadness in her voice.

I nod before replying with a thank you and picking up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Dragging my case behind; I follow Tori to a spiral staircase made of metal, a new addition after my aunt had the entire interior redesigned.

"This was the attic right?" I reply as the bottom of my case bangs against each step.

"Yes, although I like to think its unrecognisable" she smiled. After I left last time, this house became her project. Every room but one completely different.

I'm utterly gobsmacked, the room I'll call my own is more than I could have asked for. My attention falls on the glass feature windows that open up to a balcony. I gasp instantly upon realisation.

"Tori... I can't-"

"Yes you can, nobody could turn down a king sized bed" she buts in laughing a little.

I take in the rest of the room, pristine white and light purple being the repeating theme. Drapes hang lit up by fairy lights around my new bed acting as a make shift headboard. It really was beautiful. Through a door was a small snug that doubled as a study and next to that was my own bathroom.

I smiled.

"Thank you, for everything" I finally speak up looking over to my aunt.

I've just finished unpacking when I hear new, deep and distinctive voices echo from the lounge that connects with the other end of the metal steps. Tori left a while ago to let me settle me as she put it.

Tiptoeing down, slowly the sound became clearer.

"...so, she's a senior? Chicago prep right?" A high female voice is the first I register.

"Yeah, you guys taking her in?" Tori. Is she trying to set me up already? I just got here!

"Only if she's awesome like the rest of us!" A male quirky voice adds. There's a chorus of laughter before I misplace my footing making the metal stair case clang as I trip slightly.

Cringing, with only one option I move automatically to the bottom... With every single eye burning into me. Setting me a light.

I feel like I'm on fire.

"Ah, nice of you to join us" Tori finally breaks the silence.

I try to play it off cool by heading into the kitchen through the open frame. My feet making a soft pad like sound as the carpet turns to tile.

I lock onto the fridge. Yes.. I needed a drink.. Definitely wasn't eavesdropping.

My hand reaches for the metallic handle, expecting a solid cold return but met with warm and soft but rough surface. My eyes trail up the muscular arm, my fingers still resting where I placed them.

Then I am lost. Darkness at first, then all at once.. A deep sleeping haze of blue. Orbs of light but strong, over powering darkness mixing within. I am lost.

"I um... I was..-" I shake my head a little, what ever concentration I had now none existent.

"Four, put her down" Another guy pitches.

Who I now know as 'four'... Really? I have no idea, breaks contact with my own hand. Pulling open the fridge, finally I grab a bottle of water

I didn't even need it for crying out loud.

"I'm Christina" A girl with tanned mocha skin, trimmed black hair and a flashy smile full of confidence speaks up.

"Hi.. Tris." I cough out. This is so awkward, please someone save me.

"Yeah" she laughs.. "I know, this is Uriah, Marlene, Zeke, Lynn and Four" pointing to each stranger as another name comes out.

I'm racking my brain for something to say, anything at all, even something stupid. But no. Nothing. Tongue tied syndrome sufferer.

"You guys should go down Murphy's. " Tori smirks "get to know each other." My saviour. Wait... No.

What the hell is Murphy's? Some kind of weird hangout with tables that are practically made from chewing gum and booths with the stuffing hanging out like a road kill?

Despite my pre-planned expectation, I agree to go. Having not being able to string a sentence together to decline.

All seven of us squeeze into one booth that's surprisingly holding its own. No road kill stuffing which is a plus.

I'm trying to decide what to order while being squashed between to genetically perfect gods.

"You have to try the chocolate cake!" Uriah shouts like a child with a new transformer toy. He makes up the left side of the sandwich and has probably burst my ear drum.

Laughing a little; I nod breaking from my thoughts. "Guess I will, it better be good though" I tease, feeling a little more comfortable around these people. Lynn just seems to glare at me but I get the feeling she's like that all the time. Tori recommend them as her surrogate children so they can't be all that bad. It's like the golden seal of approval.

Four, the guy from the fridge incident makes up my right. Leaning down to my ear he speaks up.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

I get a clearer look at his face now, his features chiseled and perfect. I almost get lost again, until it hits me.

Oh my god.