A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fan fiction ever and I really hope you like it. I have been obsessed with Divergent for a long long time and have read many fan fictions, I just thought I would write one of my own. This is a Fourtris story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent, all rights are reserved by Veronica Roth.
Chapter 1
Beatrice POV
I walk around the rooms of the house and see everyone in mourning. Evelyn Eaton, mother of Tobias Eaton and wife of Marcus Eaton, just passed away due to health problems. I had seen her very rarely, she always looked weak and fragile. Her smiles never reached her eyes and she always seemed a bit...off. Marcus was standing by her coffin, with fake tears ( I could tell by the look in his eyes) flowing down his face. I wondered why he would shed fake tears. I don't think much off it.I couldn't stand in this house anymore. It was getting extremely uncomfortable.
My parents were offering condolences to Marcus. My dad, Andrew Prior, worked alongside him in the government. Marcus was the head representative of our faction. Caleb, my brother,was nowhere to be seen.I stepped out of the house and the cool air engulfed me. I was pretty warm in my grey abnegation blouse and baggy pants with grey boots that came up till my ankles. I walked around the structure till I found the backyard. It was empty. But I saw a blob of grey sitting under a tree, partially hidden by its large trunk.
I was intrigued. I stepped closer to the person and saw that it was a boy, with brown hair, huddling his head into the crook between his knees. I went and sat beside him. My elbow brushed by his and a wave of electricity coursed through my veins. I ignored te feeling and made myself comfortable. At my sudden movements, the boy looked up from his reverie. It was then that I realised he had piercing blue eyes. The were literally the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
"What do you want?" For a moment I didn't reply as I was so intrigued by his eyes. They held so much pain and for some reason, I just wanted to make it go away. I realised he has asked me a question. "Nothing." I simply replied. He didn't say anything after that. We just sat in silence. "What are you doing here?"
"I could say the same to you" he snapped. Then his eyes softened."that's my moms funeral in there." I was not expecting that. I don't know how, but I got a sudden burst of confidence and wrapped my arms around him. He became stiff. ( no pun intended.)
But then he put his head on my shoulder and softly sniffled. I wouldn't have heard it if I wasn't so close. I didn't ask him what he felt like, I knew he would tell me if or when he wanted to. Personally I would have been devastated if I lost my mother, my foundation..I couldn't and I didnt want to imagine the pain he was feeling right now. We stayed there, cuddled into each other, from a long time. It didn't feel awkward, it felt...right. After a few moments of silence, I said "I'm Beatrice, by the way". "Tobias" he replied.
"How old are you?"
"10." I said
"I'm 12."
Then, just out of the blue, "can I see you again?" "Yes of course! How about we walk home together from school tomorrow?" "That sounds great Beatrice."
After that, I could hear my mother calling my name. I bid goodbye to Tobias with the promise of seeing him tomorrow. I realised, I had just made a friend. I mean sure, I had Susan and Robert, but I couldn't really call them my friends. They were more like my acquaintances. Susan mostly spoke to Caleb.
When I reached my family outside the Eaton residence, we walked home together. We lived right next door. By the time we finished dinner, which consisted of bland chicken, rice and peas, it was 9 pm. I wished my parents a good night, and trudged up the stairs to my room.
I switched off the lights, and fell on my bed, exhausted after today's events. I fell into a deep slumber, my dreams haunted by a certain blue-eyed boy.