Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent trilogy, all rights and characters respectively belong to Veronica Roth, (a very talented and amazing author).

Tris' POV

I make my way through dozens of Dauntless, a blur of heads and black shirts. I reach our table in the dining hall and see Christina, Uriah, and Zeke already seated.

As I come nearer, Christina turns and sees me. She waves her hand in my direction and pats at the space beside her, gesturing me to sit. I reach the table in less than two minutes and sit beside her.

"Tris, I have a joke." Zeke tells me.

I turn and face him, and see that beside him Uriah grinning like a madman. As if he won the lottery.

I sigh mentally. Zeke wasn't that bad at jokes, but he was no where near good either.

"Okay. What?"

"So: Why would Tris blush like a tomato?"

Hmm. Intresting. "Why?"

He smiled, "Because Four came."

"What?" Okay, that was a really horrible joke.

I was about to tell him that I didn't understand, but two hands appeared right in front of my eyes, blocking my view.

I know who it is, but I don't say. I might not have seen who, but I didn't need to. I had this memorized. They made me feel safe and protected, like I wasn't alone. They felt smooth, familiar, and warm.

Then my eyes are blindfolded, the same hands guide me out of the dining hall and I'm surprised I haven't bumped into a single Dauntless. The hall's usually packed, they couldn't have just disappeared. Right?

I'm guided into a place I don't recognize, probably I would if I could see. But I don't question.

As soon as we stop, my guide turns and faces me, removing my blindfold.

And something soft and warm stay on my lips the moment the blindfold falls, its Four.

My eyes widen, but I don't push away, I stand where I am, and soon I kiss back. I don't care where we are or what time it might be, because kissing him distracts me from everything.

My hand finds its way onto his chest and stays there, while the other moves to his side. His hand stays on my cheek and on my waist.

His hand moves from my cheek and wraps around my arms, embracing me closer to him. He gives me what I want, to come closer until there's no space left to separate us. His hand stays wrapped around me, and I feel safe, warm, and happy.

But he releases first, gasping for air, and it makes me pout, a bit. Then he smiles, the one and only smile I really know,

"Surprise."

I look into his eyes and smile back, it was about four in the afternoon and the sky was a perfect shade of light orange.

"C'mon, we need to go. I want to show you something."

He grabs my hand and I hold it tight, not wanting to let go. Our fingers intertwine with each other. He pulls forward, and we run.

We run up a building until we reach the top, and I see the sunset.

The sky is perfectly orange as the sun sets down, and I smile. I've never seen the sun look as beautiful as it does now.

While I stare at the sun the hand squeezes. I look at Four and I smile.

"It's beautiful." I say.

"Yes. It is," he looks me straight in the eye and smiles, "but, it's never going to be as beautiful as you, especially now."

That was one of the very few and rare times anyone has tried to say that. Especially to me. I tiptoe and kiss him, he leans in, and he kisses back.

Before the sun fades, he releases my hand and slightly bows his head at me,

"May I have this dance?"

Now I'm seriously not sure if my food was full of super glue or just really strong tape, but my mouth refuses to move or make the slightest "Yes", so I nod my head instead.

He takes my hand and places the other on my waist.

I smile and I put my hand on his shoulder while the other holds his hand. There's no music but we dance anyway, and it doesn't feel weird at all.

We look at each other and he twirls me around, I start to laugh.

There is no one here but me and Four. And for once, I'm happy about it. What's outside, what comes after this, doesn't matter. Nothing else matters, and for once I don't care.

He leans down and kisses my forehead, then my cheek, my collarbone, and soon my lips. His mouth is warm and soft.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. He wraps his arm around me and another stays on my side.

When he lets go I don't pout, I look in his eyes, they're dark blue and to me they're sparkling.

He looks at me the same way,

"Tris, I love you." He whispers.

I smile at him,

"I love you Tobias."

We smile at each other, and he takes my hand again. He leads me back down and we head back towards the dining hall for dinner, but before we enter I tiptoe and whisper in his ear,

"Thank you."

He smiles at me, "I'm glad you liked it."

He holds my hand until we reach our table, and Christina turns to see us coming, she whispers at Zeke and Uriah, and as soon as we sit, the table turns silent.

Uriah look from me and Tobias, and back again.

"So, was it fun?" he asked us while grinning.

I feel my face heat up. And Zeke points at me and starts cracking up.

"See? Did anyone see that? Look! She did turn as red as a tomato!"

Soon everyone laughs, Zeke, Uriah, Christina, and so does Tobias and I.

We still hold hands, even under the table and I remember what he once told me,

"We're all right, you know, You and me. Okay?"

"Nothing else is all right, But we are."

I realize that he must have been the same thing I was because he smiles and whispers,

"We really are all right, you know."

I kiss him, and whisper

"We are." I add, "I love you Tobias."

He smiles,

"I love you too Tris."

Zeke sees us and mocks desperation, "Oh c'mon guys, not in the dining hall. Get a room!"

We all laugh.

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