Our first chapter fanfiction (is that what it is called?) Anyway, this time it's modern day FourTris.
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Monday mornings were a time of coffee cups and near-misses and rushing down stairs. They were a time of sloppy lipstick and mismatched clothes. So Tris was pretty proud that she could navigate them.
Well better than her roommate anyway. Christina was a real mess when it came to mornings. Like a whirlwind of clumsiness and yawns. Except worse.
Mind ablaze, Tris headed to work. She had a thousand new ideas, all begging for her attention. She was so excited about her new client. She couldn't wait to make his house a masterpiece.
Pastels, glass lamps, fabric boards, mood boards. She could barely contain herself.
Interior designing was what she loved. It bought that feeling of change, of making something new, making something better than it was before.
It helped her escape her demons. Change was what she needed to stop living in the past and focus on the present. Interior designing was like a shot of energy, that recharged her soul, leaving her refreshed.
Metaphorically, of course.
With that in mind she turned into her office: Abnegation and Co.
Abnegation and Co. was amazing. It was a state-of-the-art, highly functioning, well-oiled machine, with only one goal in mind: to provide and serve its customers to the fullest. Tris just wished it wasn't so... monochrome. Everything was grey. Everything. Tris thought that for an interior designing firm, it was pretty ironic that their colour scheme was so incredibly boring. She wanted to rush through the halls with a paint gun and get rid of all the greyness. Someday, maybe she would.
She felt trapped inside the office. Maybe it was the colour scheme. Maybe it was the fact that she just didn't belong. She loved her job, but she wasn't sure that was able to fulfil the company goal; she wasn't sure if she was really cut out to make people's homes practical and easy to use. Abnegation and Co. focused on practicality and believed a house should be highly functional...and nothing else. They didn't value aesthetic quality and didn't believe in a house being representative of a person's personality. She wanted to make houses colourful and crazy and fun. She felt a home should be a place where you could be grounded, yet a place you could lose yourself in. A home should not just be a sanctuary but be a beautiful place to get lost, a place full of possibilities. A place where you could be yourself in, a place to be free. She felt trapped, by the greyness, by the selflessness and maturity that the workers displayed. She felt confined.
It was because she knew, she would never be that good.
Then again, maybe she was wrong. Abnegation and Co. was a highly successful business and she valued all the experiences she had there.
Heading into her (grey) office, Tris heard her phone ringing. This was a rare occurrence, and so she was jolted out of her stupor. She looked at the Unknown Caller on her screen. Feeling reckless, she picked it up.
"Hello," she half-whispered tentatively, "Tris Prior speaking."
"Oh, Tris Prior, I have been waiting to talk to you. It is a pleasure of the highest order to be able to be in the virtual presence of such greatness."
"Thank you?"
"Oh, I should be the one thanking you, Miss Prior," the low masculine voice answered back.
"Um... Who are you?"
"Only your biggest fan."
Tris was really creeped out now. The voice had the cadence of a bed time story, it fell and caught in all the right places. But there was an edge to the voice, like a piece of metal was scraping against it. It unhinged her, and she rethought her words.
"And you called me because..."
"My company wants to hire you."
"You are aware I already have a job, one that I am perfectly happy with."
"But are you," the voice answered, and it had an element of stillness that shook her.
When she didn't reply, the voice spoke again.
"Miss Prior, I know your work. It doesn't fit with the Abnegation style and I'm sure you feel...confined at times."
Tris still didn't speak. This was some sort of weird coincidence.
"As I was saying, my company wants to hire you. Dauntless think you would be a fabulous inclusion to the team.
Tris gasped. Dauntless was Abnegation's main competition and she was always in awe of the houses they did. They were so...free. Free and unpractical.
Tris felt the need to sit down, before she fell of her own accord. Her knees buckled. She had wanted to work for Dauntless since she had first gotten into interior designing.
When she spoke, her voice was a discordance of nerves and stumbling.
"Uh, can I call you back," she finally managed.
Tris played it safe. She never jumped. She figured if you didn't jump, you couldn't fall.
But she was tired of being safe. Safe and grey.
She would have to leave her whole life behind, and she knew saying yes to the offer would be a turning point. She was standing at the edge of a precipice, and only she could dictate which way she fell.
Because she would fall. Both ways.
In Dauntless, though, she would be falling into the unknown.
And the thought excited her.
She would no longer be hemmed in by the value and ethics of Abnegation and Co.
And so, for the first time in her life, Tris jumped.
She jumped and didn't look back to see the consequences. Heck, she didn't even look forward to see the future. That would figure itself out.
"Uh, hello," she called the low masculine voice back.
"Miss Prior, what a pleasure to hear back from you, and so soon. I was just-"
Tris cut him of.
"I want to work with you."
"I want to work at Dauntless."
She cut the phone, and took a deep breath.
A.N.- I've wanted to write a FourTris fanfiction forever. Here it is. I know the first chapter's not much, but setting the scene and all that jazz.
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P.S. TFIOS comes out soon! I am going to be a mess. A mess of feels and tears and fangirling.
