My first Fanfic so please don't hate! I got this idea after a dream I had and felt the need to finally write it all out. I Don't Own Divergent!

My name is Beatrice Prior. And at the age of ten I was diagnosed with leukemia. It was the last day of school and I was running around the streets with all my best friends like we did at the end of every week or school year. Usually me and Tobias would speed past everyone while Christina, Marlene, Shauna, Lynn, and Will followed behind us trying to catch up. We all quickly gave up on Zeke and Uriah as they would always tackle each other and turn it into another one of their stupid competitions. But for some reason that day I fell behind everybody and it wasn't until I was on my knees gasping for air that anyone seemed concerned enough to help. Tobias ran to me, concern evident in his eyes, as he picked me up and ran me back to my house where he barged in startling both my parents. My parents rushed me to the emergency room leaving Tobias and all my friends behind. That's when they decided to do some tests and when nothing seemed to make sense the doctors tested my blood as a last resort. That night at precisely 9:27 I was told the news. My mom cried into my dad's shoulder as my dad asked the doctor question after question. As for me; I just sat there and stared at the clock as each second, each minute, each hour passed realizing it could all end too soon.

I went home that night and laid in bed staring at the ceiling of my room. I could hear my mother's sobs from down the hall, and my father's comforting words. I could still see the look of shock and pity on my brother's face as we told him the news. I learned at that moment that I hated pity, and knew there was only one way to get away from it. Lie.

So the next day instead of telling my friends that I would be in the hospital for a week or more going through chemo and testing my blood to find more answers, I decided to keep it simple. I was going on a surprise vacation that I didn't know how long would last. I learned at that moment that I hated how easy it was to lie to them all. And how simple it was. I had a panic attack as a result from stress and my parents decided that we all needed a break so they surprised Caleb and me with a vacation to who knows where for who knows how long. As I hugged them all good bye and they all left I started to walk home. But I had to stop when my vision became to blurry from the tears threatening to fall. I figured I was a safe distance away and just sat below a tree and let the tears fall freely. It wasn't until I looked up to see a pair of dark blue eyes staring at me with concern that I realized Tobias was there.

"Where are you really going Bea?"

Bea, that was his nickname for me while mine for him was Toby. I was the only one allowed to call him Toby or even Tobias. To all of our friends he was Four. The nickname started when he had to wear the thick glasses, so Zeke got everybody to call him four eyes, he acted like he didn't like it, which made everyone want to call him it even more, but in reality I knew he enjoyed the new identity. Because Four had no relation to Marcus, the monster he has to call his father. Anyway, it definitely helped when he got the number four as a jersey when he started sports. From the coaches calling him four to our group calling him it the name eventually stuck. Now I'm the only one to call him by his true name when we are alone because he told me I was allowed.

I looked into his dark blue eyes and began to drown in them. My growing feelings for him that I kept secret were not helping me in this matter and I only began to cry more. Toby sat beside me and pulled me into a hug. When I finally calmed down enough to stop crying he asked me again.

"I told you Toby, I'm going on a surprise vacation."

I looked him in the eyes pleading with him to stop prying, but I knew he was just as stubborn as me.

"You're my best friend Bea. I can tell you're hiding something from me. If you were just going on vacation then why are you crying like this?"

Now I realized I was at a cross roads, how would I be able to explain this to him. I choose to ignore the pang in my chest I felt as I heard him call me his best friend and choose to just get out of there before I broke down again.

"It's nothing Toby, don't worry so much. I'm probably just having another panic attack or something. Now I have to go finish packing."

I got up and brushed the imaginary dust off my pants as I turned to hug him good bye. But what happened next is what took me by surprise. As I hugged Toby he leaned down and whispered in my ear,

"Whatever it is Bea, know you could trust me with your life."

He pulled back a little and looked me in the eyes, long enough for me to notice the tears he was trying to hold back, and I'm almost positive I failed at any attempt to hold back mine. Then after what seemed like an eternity he kissed me on the cheek, turned, and walked away. Leaving me there in a state of pure shock as I tried to register what just happened.

As I walked back home only one thought was racking my brain. Does Toby have feelings for me too? And if he did, why did it have to happen as I started to adventure with the thing that could possibly end my life, cancer.