Hello, people of fan fiction. I know this is one of many but I ship Four and Six to such a degree that it was very hard for me to create a different Divergent shipping. I hope you enjoy. I will not update until I know SOMEbody has started reading and has enjoyed it.

Tris's POV

I walked down the halls of the Dauntless compound to my apartment to pack for a girl's night out. I had never really done something like this as Abnegation discouraged any type of self indulgent activity. Sleepovers counted as such. I shoved night clothes, toiletries, an outfit for tomorrow, and a nice black dress and leggings into a black duffle bag lined with pink that I had borrowed from Christina. Nothing too revealing. Knowing Christina, we would be going to a club of some sort tonight and I wasn't going to wear anything she would deem club worthy unless I was around Tobias.
Speaking of Tobias, I grabbed my large set of keys and let myself into his room. I was going to be late, but I didn't really mind. I was greeted by a puff of hot steam upon entering his apartment. I closed the door behind me, swiping my hand in front of my face to clear my vision.
"Tobias, its me, Tris,"
"Oh, I'll be right there. Just give me a minute," he called from the bathroom.
I blushed as he came out, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He came over to me smiling and gave me a kiss, I kissed back and he pulled away to get something to wear.
"Hi," Tobias said to me. I could hear the smile in his voice.
I turned my back to him so he could change.
"Hi," I said back. "I was on my way to Christina's but I decided to stop by. I think she's taking me to a club," I groaned.
Tobias turned me around and grabbed my hand. We sat on the edge of his bed.
"What are you wearing?" He inquired. I could hear the slight alarm in his voice. It was cute how he worried about these things.
I pulled out my outfit for that night. He smiled, knowing I would wear something snug.
" Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere in the outfit Christina wants me to wear unless you go too." I told him, faking a shiver. He laughed.
"Just don't drink too much. Christina doesn't handle that stuff too well. The last time that happened, she abandoned you before midnight. Of course, she left you in good hands, but I'm not sure you would get so lucky this time,"

I punched his arm and buried my face in his shoulder from embarrassment. At the party after the ceremony, I had my first taste of alcohol. I learned a valuable lesson, drinking comes with a headache that can only be cured by awful, excruciating pain and time.

"I'm not so sure I ever want to SEE alcohol again," I mumbled into his shirt.

He lifted my chin and kissed me passionately. We fell back onto the bed and I kissed him back. We kissed until we both had to pull away for air.

"I better get going," I said sorrowfully.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," assured me.

I nodded.

"Oh, and Tris?"

"Hmmm?"

"Well, I have something important to talk to you about so, don't forget about me tomorrow."

"Silly. I would never just forget about you like that. How about I meet you here before breakfast?" I asked.

"Sounds like a plan," He fumbled nervously. His attitude had gone from relaxed to down right weird. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion and walked out of the room with my thoughts.

Ok so I know it doesn't seem like I'm going anywhere with this story but TRUST me, I have a plan! I just wanted to give you guys a taste of what my writing style is like before I get too far in and then realize that no one likes it. Please review so I know whether or not anyone wants me to continue.