If you're looking for a fanfic where Peter humiliates himself in front of Tris and Four, and only realises how much he's embarrassed himself when it's too late, then look no further.

That said, welcome! This is my first Divergent fanfic and as someone who usually writes Mario fics, I'm stepping a little out of my comfort zone here. This is told in Peter's POV, by the way. The official couple here is Fourtris, but there's slight one-sided Petris here as well, so hopefully this story satisfies fans for both couples. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters and some of the plot are owned by Veronica Roth.

Isn't this perfect.

Two Amity men, two idiots from that faction of peace-loving, smiley, eternally happy wusses, are dragging me, a Dauntless of all people, down a hallway, totally against my will. Everyone stares: Amity people, Stiffs, you name it. I got the blame for a fight Tris started, and now, I don't even have the Erudite hard drive.

Just. Perfect.

Tris started it; she punched me right where my bullet wound was located. Or she would have, if I hadn't seen what was coming and punched her hard in the stomach before she could get a chance to hurt me, making it look like I was the one who started the fight. But of course, I'm always the bad guy in everything. Tris who can do no wrong. Tris who always gets what she wants. Tris, the person I actually enjoy riling up, the Stiff who managed to appear in all my fear simulations: public humiliation, not being first, even a fear of just Tris herself, among others. And just like in the simulations, recently she enters my mind more than I care to admit-

I'm not in Candor anymore. I don't have to be so honest with myself. I hate her; I hurt her and humiliated her and tried to murder her. She's small and plain and above all, a Stiff, and I hate her, I always will.

Oh look, now I'm being taken into a room called a... Conflict Room? I almost laugh, even though I'm still furious. What's this, a time-out for my bad behaviour? What age do they think I am, five? Six?

One man opens the door, and it's so blindingly bright I have to squint to see. I can see the orchard out of the large windows, and the whole place apart from the glass is covered with wooden boards.

"Please sit," the Amity man says to me, pointing at a stool.

"Why?" I ask. "I mean, this isn't fair, she... she started it!"

This time-out system is really rubbing off on me. Not only am I being treated like a child, I'm speaking like one too. But for once, I'm too angry to care about how much I'm embarrassing myself.

"Hush, now," the other man says in a soft voice. Well if he thinks that sweeter-than-sugar voice is going to calm me down, he's got another think coming.

"No." I stand up. "This is unfair. Why isn't Tris in trouble? Why me? Why-"

"Hush, Peter. Please sit down. We'll talk about what happened first; then, you can go if you like."

I stay standing for a few seconds, then I relent. This is so demeaning to my values, letting myself be bossed around by the Amity of all people. But I've a feeling that they won't let me go unless I learn to calm down.

One of the men makes tea behind me. Ha ha, isn't that cute, we're having a tea party! Ha ha. Ha. Then we'll talk about what I did wrong, and then I'll have to say sorry like a good boy, and we'll all be best friends again. This crowd of people are hilarious.

"So tell me," the tea-making man smiles, "why did you try to hurt that girl?"

"Are you kidding me? She punched me first, she-"

"Peter, we saw you attack her," he says in a gentle tone.

I laugh in his face. "Aww, come on. Didn't you see her? She tried to punch me, right where she shot me-"

Ouch, what's that pain in my neck? And I can barely see... Maybe the bright light has finally gotten to my eyesight?

But no, it's just a syringe, a large one, almost empty now, which they've just removed from my neck. I can see again, which is probably the only good thing that's happened all morning.

"How do you feel?" the man who injected me asks.

"Umm... I feel..." Angry? Wronged? No... not really. I feel... "Good. Dizzy, but... good. Great, in fact. How about you?"

"Dizziness is a side affect of the serum we injected you with. And I feel well too, thank you for asking. You may leave now, Peter."

I nod, and smile. Wow, it's a long time since I've smiled properly. The closest thing I seem to do these days is smirk. I should smile more often. It feels better.

"Thank you," I say. "And have a nice day. Go with happiness."

"You too, Peter."

They both smile as I leave the Conflict Room. All thoughts of being angry at Tris seem to have disappeared. Why did I try to hurt her? That wasn't a very nice thing to do. Poor Tris... No wonder she hates me. Maybe if I find her, and apologise for everything, she'll forgive me and we'll be friends.

Now I'll just have to find her. I wonder where she went. I stumble down the hallway, almost falling over with every step I take, unable to stop smiling. Maybe she went outside. That's where I would go, considering what a nice, sunny day it is.

I walk outside, but instead of going down the stairs, I stop and take a moment to admire the orchard. Isn't it beautiful... Everything's so green, so pretty, so... every positive word I can think of!

There she is! I found her within minutes, lucky me! She's talking to Four, sitting right under a tree. I run towards them, tripping over my own feet after a few sprints. The grass feels so nice, so soft and tickly... I stay where I am for a bit, appreciating the grass I always took for granted, but then I remember that I came here to apologise to the Sti- I mean Tris, Tris, she deserves to be called by her real name, not by slang.

When I approach them, I notice that they both have weird looks on their faces. I wonder why? Oh yeah, it must be because I fell! I have to admit, I must have looked pretty silly. A laugh bubbles inside my stomach, and I release it.

Then I look at Tris... and wonder how I could have ever hated her. Poor Tris... She looks so little and cute with her big blue eyes and all I want to do is pick her up and...

"Peter? What are you... Ahh!"

... Swing her round and round, make her feel the same way I feel, happy and dizzy and, and... I don't get to do anything else, because I fall on my side, taking Tris with me. Now she's on top of me, and she's heavier than I thought she'd be, but instead of telling her to get off, I ask her if she's okay.

"Peter, what is wrong with you?" she says, lifting herself up.

"That's not very nice!" I say, looking at her. But then I realise that this is the girl I attacked, and she must be furious at me right now.

"Tris, I..." I stand up, my vision swaying a little, but I manage to stay on my feet as I put both hands on her shoulders, not just to steady myself, but to convey my sincerity, too. "I'm sorry I punched you, Tris. I'm... not a very nice person, am I? I hope we can be friends. By the way, you look really pretty today Tris, and..."

"Peter." Who's that? Oh, it's Four. I forgot all about him! Silly me. I never liked Four, but now I'm not sure why. He helped me to become Dauntless, I should thank him, not dislike him.

"Four," I greet him, shaking his hand like the Dauntless do. "Thanks for helping me during initiation. I wasn't very nice, was I? Maybe I can try and be a better person, maybe I can-"

"Peter."

I examine his face. He seems serious, quiet, almost scary. I don't think he's happy to see me.

"What's going on here? Is this a joke, Peter?"

"Joke..." I splutter. "Jokes are funny, aren't they? Oh, oh, I've a good one. Why did the chicken-"

"Peter. Listen. First off, keep your hands off my girlfriend. Second, I don't want to hear your joke. Third... what did the Amity do to you? Or is this some kind of joke? If it is, you'd better cut it out fast. Got it?"

"I can't cut it out. They put me in a good mood, and I can't help it if..."

He puts his face close to mine. "How, Peter?"

"They got a syringe, and they stuck it inside my neck. Then I felt better all of a sudden. Fights are pointless, aren't they?"

Four sighs. "Is this... permanent?"

I shrug. I don't know. Hopefully it is.

"Well..." he says. "In that case, I think we need to have a talk with Johanna Reyes. Come on, Peter."

"But I like it here..."

"Peter. You know how you said fighting is pointless?"

"Yeah?"

"You wouldn't want me to start one with you, would you?"

"No. Okay, I'll go."

We start to walk towards the door, while Tris and Four talk in front of me. Suddenly, I hear my name, so they must be talking about me. I strain to hear what they're saying.

"What the heck did they do to him?" Four asks Tris.

She shrugs. "Whatever it is, he's behaving like a lunatic, though he was never right in the head to begin with."

"At least now he won't try to throw you over a chasm, or do anything along those lines."

"Hmm. I guess that's one good thing."

They're right. I'll never do that again. I look up at the sky, and see something so beautiful it takes my breath away. I nudge my two new best friends, and point at it.

"Tris, Four, look, a rainbow! It's pretty."

"Oh? That's nice."

"Oh, oh, I know a song about a rainbow! Mom used to sing it to me before I went to sleep. Red and yellow and... Come on, why aren't you singing?"

"No, Peter."

"Why not? Come on, Four. We're best friends now, right?"

Four lowers his head and closes his eyes, scowling slightly. Is he in pain?

"Four, are you okay?"

"Yes Peter, thank you for asking," he replies with a heavy sigh. "Look, here's the deal. I'll sing this one song, just the one, and that's it. Deal? And we're stopping once we get inside."

"Deal. Okay, let's start again. Tris? You joining in?"

"... Yeah."

"Great! Okay, here goes..."

We all start to sing about a rainbow, and I'm really enjoying myself, even though I sing out of tune and feel dizzy and Tris barely opens her mouth and Four's singing sounds half-hearted. Then we're inside, so I stop, because I don't want to upset Four, I don't want anyone to be upset.

We reach Johanna's office, and she sits behind a desk, chewing on her pencil. I wonder why she'd do that... maybe she thinks it tastes nice. She looks pretty. I smile at her.

Four raises his eyebrows before speaking.

"What did you do to him."

Johanna frowns. "Must be the peace serum, they must have given him a large dose... Perhaps they thought he needed more than the average person, he did attack Tris quite violently, you know, and..."

I like her voice; it sounds sweet, like sugar, or honey. Well that's a bit silly, honey doesn't have a sound, but if it did, it would sound like Johanna's voice. I laugh a little. Imagine if you could hear honey... that'd be fascinating.

"Yeah yeah, I know all of that," Four says. "What I want to know is whether this is permanent or not. Because I can cope with a drugged Peter for a few minutes, maybe even a few hours. But I'm not babysitting him for longer than that. So, what is it? Temporary or permanent?"

"Thankfully, it should only last for a few hours," she smiles. "I suggest you take him somewhere he can rest. He'll be a bit dizzy for a while."

"How about outside? He seems to like being in the orchard."

"Yes, that would be a lovely place for Peter."

Four nods and heads towards the door with Tris, followed by me.

"Thank you," Four says, and I wave at Johanna before leaving. He takes Tris's hand, and talks to her. I might have felt like a third-wheeler an hour ago, but now, I realise what a wonderful couple they are, always supporting each other, always together. Four is lucky to have a girlfriend like Tris.

We stop suddenly once we're out in the orchard again, and both of them face me.

"So, Peter," Tris says, "looks like we're in charge of you for a few hours. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great, Tris."

"Good."

Tris and Four turn to each other, with a smirk- no, a smile on their faces. Smirks are bad; smiles are good. And they're good people.

"Should we just leave him?" Four asks. "He doesn't deserve to stay with us."

"Hmm... You know, Four... we can hold this against him later on. I think we should stay - just to see what happens."

What does she mean by that?

Four's smile widens, forcing creases into his face. "Yeah. You have a point. So, Peter. What do you want to do now?"

"I don't know... What do you want to do?"

"We'll leave it up to you."

"Okay. How about... tag?"

"... Tag?"

"Yeah, tag. Do you know how to play? I used to play it all the time when I was a kid. It was great fun. Oh, I remember when-"

"Yeah, yeah. We're playing tag. Tris, you're it!"

Tris runs after us, so we pick up the pace too. The wind feels nice on my bare arms, and I ask myself why I stopped doing this when I got older. I'm a kid again, happy and carefree, and everything is beautiful, everything is fascinating.

I fall again, and laugh as Tris taps me on the shoulder.

"Peter. You're it."

I stand up, and watch her as she runs, her chin-length, dull blonde hair bobbing up and down, her yellow t-shirt almost like a dress thanks to her small frame, and out of the blue, I feel the urge to hug her. I follow her as fast as I can, my feet unsteady, and just as I reach her, I stop her and put my arms around her as tight as I can. She screams, but I won't let go, I won't.

"Peter!"

I hear a male voice shouting, but I barely register it as Tris tries to wriggle out of my arms. Four pulls Tris out of my embrace, and shoves me to the ground.

"Leave her alone," he says in a deadly voice. "Leave her alone or I will kill you."

"Killing is wrong," I say weakly. Maybe Tris doesn't like hugs from other guys. The Abnegation don't really do that sort of thing. I should have thought of that before hugging her.

"I'm sorry," I say, still on the ground. "I didn't mean to be mean." Mean to be mean. That sounds funny.

Four looks away. "I think we should just do something else altogether. Get up Peter. You're very, very lucky that you're on peace serum right now."

"I am, aren't I? Anyway, what'll we do now?"

"I know..." Tris smiles, and I smile too. I like seeing her happy. Maybe she's forgiven me now. "I know the perfect game we can play."

"What is it?"

"Hide and seek."

"No, not that Tris-" Four says, but then Tris winks at him, and he nods slowly. "Actually, yes. That's a good game. Great idea, Tris. Peter? You want to play hide and seek?"

"Yep. Can I hide first?"

"Umm... how about you count first? Tris and I will hide."

"Okay. I'll turn around, and you can go hide. Okay. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Ready or not, here I come!"

Now I'll have to find them, but they could be anywhere. But that doesn't matter, because I love it here, and walking around the orchards will be great fun. I look behind all of the trees and all of the bushes and it takes me a long time, but no, they are not there. They are not anywhere. Maybe they're inside, but... who would want to be inside on such a beautiful day? I look at the grass, and smile at the daisies, swaying with the wind. My friends can wait; I want to spend time sniffing the flowers.

Hmm, the daisies don't smell particularly nice, but they're pretty to look at. Plain, but pretty. Kind of like Tris, come to think of it. She's sickly pale and her nose is very long and she looks about twelve depending on what she's wearing, but I still like her face because it's pretty.

I lie on the grass, shutting my eyes. The sun's warmth spreads all over my body, and I feel my muscles relax. I didn't get a very good night's sleep - I had nightmares about Edward coming back for me, knife in hand, pointing it at my eye. I wonder why I hated him during initiation; I can't recall why at the moment.

But all negative thoughts leave my mind as quickly as they appeared. Forget the game, I just need sleep...

I wake up feeling rather dazed, the sun still high in the sky. Why am I asleep on the grass? Why do I feel so joyful? Why does this feel so... wrong? Oh well. I check my watch. I only slept for twenty minutes, not enough to make up for hours of lying awake in my bed. Then I remember...

The hide and seek game!

I rush around, trying to figure out where one of them might be. Then I hear a loud rustling, and when I look, I see two pairs of feet dangling from one of the lower branches, under the leaves of one of the trees. Maybe, maybe...

I approach the tree, and sure enough, Tris and Four are there, kissing each other passionately. I can't help but chuckle. It reminds me of that rhyme we used to sing in school when two people liked each other. How did it go? Oh yeah. Four and Tris, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. I chuckle a little more, and this time they pull away and stare at me, and Tris's cheeks are red.

"P-Peter," she stammers. "What are you doing here?"

"We were playing hide and seek, remember?" I remind them with a grin. "Where were you? I looked and you definitely weren't here. Did you just get bored and stop playing? You could have told me," I add reproachfully.

"We were hiding all along," Four tells me, but I think he's lying, because his eyes don't meet mine. Being Candor born has its advantages.

"It's not nice to lie, Four."

He sighs. "Okay. We thought you'd never find us and get bored after a while, so we just went off on our own. I'm sorry, Peter." Then he smirks, and this time I know that it's definitely a smirk, not a smile. "So? Are we still friends?"

"Don't count on it."

I cover my mouth. What a mean thing to say!

"It's wearing off, isn't it," Tris says.

"That was a lot quicker than I thought." Four gives me a smile, but it's a weak one. "I guess you'll be back to your old self, Peter."

"What do you mean?"

Tris glares at me. "You know. Psychopathic. Stabbing knives into people's eyes. Throwing girls over chasms."

"Shut up," I say, scowling, but it doesn't feel very nice, so I grin again, though that doesn't feel natural either. Then I feel happy again, and get another inexplicable urge to hug Tris, but I know better than to do it without warning, so I ask her first.

"No."

"Please Tris. Just one more hug before the serum wears off. Please."

"But why do you want to hug me so much anyway? It's not like you didn't try to kill me before."

"Because... Because I think I might like you, Tris. Only a little. And only recently. Okay? Only a little." I'm glad I got that off my chest. Maybe we could all be happier if we told the truth. That's what they said in Candor. I give her a broad grin, and open out my arms. Today is a good day to be friendly, especially since the sky is bright blue and the sun is shining on us.

She sighs, and walks towards me. I wrap my arms easily around her back, and before she can protest, I kiss her on the forehead, though I'm not sure why I did that.

"I think that's more than enough, Peter," says Four, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You look tired. I think it's time you got some rest. Come on. We'll bring you to your room."

"Okay."

As we head indoors, I feel a little confused. Why did I want to hug a Stiff so badly? It's not like I ever had any respect for them. Oh well. It felt good while it lasted.

Once we reach my bedroom, I flop down on the bed, and fall asleep almost instantly, my mind tired from the events of that day.

My eyes fly open, and although I'm barely awake, I feel something like panic, like I did something highly embarrassing. None of my previous feeling of peace and joy is left, only regret, though my mind is fuzzy and I can't think why... umm...

Oh.

By the way, you look really pretty today Tris.

No.

Oh, oh, I know a song about a rainbow!

Please no.

Ready or not, here I come!

I did not say that. I was not fully there when I said that.

Please Tris. Just one more hug before the peace serum wears off. Please.

I cannot be held responsible for my actions. I was drugged. I am not responsible for saying this.

I think I might like you, Tris.

And I think I might throw up right now. What the heck was I thinking? I don't even like her, what convinced me that it was a good idea to tell her that?

Is this what it feels like to be hungover? I used to laugh at Molly and Drew when they did embarrassing things. I always prided myself on never getting drunk. Now I know exactly how they felt the next morning, except it's evening now and I didn't drink any alcohol, I was just on some kind of Amity drug.

I get up and check my watch. Dinner must be almost ready. I'd better get up quickly if I want to get fed. Better hope Tris isn't there...

I head across the hallways for dinner... and who do I run into first but Tris Prior herself, with Four.

"Hey, Peter!" Four smirks at me. "Still like my girlfriend? Better watch your back, you might just want to hug her someday and I might just want to punch you, got it?"

"And Peter," Tris speaks this time, "want to play hide and seek again? That was fun, wasn't it?"

Fury courses through my veins. Stupid Stiff... Before I know it, my face is close to hers, my fist clenched in front of her.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare mention that ever again, if you know what's good for you. Want me to throw you over the chasm again? Maybe I'll torture you a little more and a little slower than last time. How does that sound, Stiff?"

"Careful, Peter. Wouldn't want to kiss me by accident again, would you?"

I growl, and storm out, not really hungry anymore, leaving Tris and Four behind me, laughing their heads off. Then I realise something. Tris isn't stupid.

I'm stupid. Stupid for letting that small, ugly Stiff get the better of me, stupid for being attracted to her, only slightly, but an attraction nonetheless.

But I'm still smart enough to know that I'll never live this down.

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