Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I never owned, never will.
Tris POV
Tobias and I walk into Chicago Recording Studios, out of our discuses, of course. My manager, Rue, leads us down some hallways and into the sound box, as I like to call it. It's where we record the music and what not. Today I'm recording a song called Beating Heart.
Rue and Nathan get everything set up for me and I start singing.
Eyes make their peace in difficulties,
With wounded lips and salted cheeks,
And finally we step to leave,
To the departure lounge of disbelief!
And I don't know where I'm going,
But I know it's gonna be a long time,
And I'll be leaving in the morning,
Come the white-wine bitter sunlight!
Wanna hear your beating heart, tonight!
Before the bleeding sun come alive!
I want to make the best of what is left,
Hold tight!
And hear my beating heart,
One last time.
Before daylight…
The canyon underneath the trees,
Behind the dark sky,
You looked at me.
I fell for you,
Like autumn leaves,
Never faded evergreen!
And I don't know where I'm going,
But I know it's gonna be a long time,
'Cause I'll be leaving in the morning,
Come the white-wine bitter sunlight!
Wanna hear your beating heart, tonight!
Before the bleeding sun come alive!
I want to make the best of what is left,
Hold tight!
And hear my beating heart,
One last time.
I can't face this,
Now everything's changed.
I just wanna be by your side…
Heres hoping we collide,
Heres hoping we collide!
Heres hoping we collide!
Wanna hear your beating heart, tonight!
Before the bleeding sun come alive!
I want to make the best of what is left,
Hold tight!
And hear my beating heart,
One last time.
I wanna hear your beating heart,
Tonight.
Rue, Nathan, and Tobias clap after I'm done, while I sit there panting.
"That was amazing, Tris!" Rue cried. "You've improved so much, its just, AMAZING!"
I laugh at this. "I'm not amazing, I just have an epic coach and manager. Plus a awesome, amazing, talented boyfriend to help support me." I tell them, grinning.
Tobias chuckles. "So I'm all those things, eh?"
I blush a deep red. "Yep!" I say, popping the 'p'.
Everyone laughs, and our merry band walk outside the recording area. That's when I let out a gasp. Standing there is Christina and Will, arguing with the receptionist. "Crap," Tobias and I mutter in sync.
Rue and Nathan give us weird looks. "They're our friends from school," I explain to them, "but they don't know who we are…"
"Oh," Rue says. "Well, Tris," she says, clapping her hands together. "Next weekend, same time?"
"Sure thing!" I reply. I hear a gasp and turn to see Chris and Will staring at us.
"Oh my God!" Chris squeals, running up to us. "It's FourTris!"
"Hello," Tobias says.
"'Sup?" I ask them.
"I have wanted to meet you guys since, like, forever!" Chris says, smiling like a madman.
"Thats, uh, nice." Tobias says, smirking. I whack his arm playfully.
"Can it, big guy. You're still in trouble, ya' know." I tell him.
"For what this time?" He asks, smirking.
"I saw the face you were making while I was recording."
His smirk falls off his face. "I, uh, don't know what your talking about, Trissy…"
"Save it for later." He merely nods his head.
Chris and Will laugh at this, along with me, while poor Toby over there is blushing, embarrassed. "Oh, um, not to be rude or anything," Will says, looking at us, "but do you guys know about a Beatrice Prior working here?"
"Uh," I said, pretending to think. "Yeah, I think so… She works with Four, here, I think… Wait- no! She's the background singer for most of my songs, and sometimes Four's."
"Yup," Tobias says, snaking his arm around my waist.
"Ok," Will says. "Well, is she here today? We found her phone in lost and found today at school, and her car is outside."
Crap! I think mentally. "Oh," Tobias says, saving me. "Yeah, she's here but she's helping record right now, and we can give it to her, if you like."
"Ok, thank you." Will says, handing Tobias my phone. "Any chance we might be able to talk to her?"
"Yeah, she might be done in a few minutes," I say. Good thing our backpacks are in the studio. "We probably have to go back now, I'll see you later…" I say, 'fumbling' for a name.
"Christina and Will," Chris tells me.
"Christina and Will." I finish.
"Bye!" Tobias and I walk back over the the studio, putting our disguises on. We walk back out of there, both of us chatting, like nothing ever happened.
"Beatrice, Tobias!" Chris calls to us.
"Chris, Will?" I ask, 'confused'. "Wha-what are you guys doing here?"
"No need to act dumb, TRIS." The asshole of the century, Peter, says, walking over to us. I give him a death glare and so does Tobias. "Last time I checked, you're needed in recording studio thirty-five, ASAP. Apparently, you guys are going live for something."
"Buthole," I mutter. "Go get a life, Peter."
"Oh, Trissy-poop, no need to and try to beat me up."
"Last time I checked, I didn't TRY, I DID beat you up."
"Whatever, Tris."
"Whatever, Peter." I mimick. "Go suck it, Peter-Poop."
"Beatrice."
"Hayes."
"Stiff."
"Son of a gun." Suddenly I'm pulled out of my stand off with Peter, by Tobias. God bless him and his kind heart that'll beat up that butthole.
"Woah, Tris. Too many witnesses, and I'm pretty sure that their recording a kid's song over there." Tobias tells me, gripping my forearm to hold me back from attacking Peter.
"Fine," I growl. "But this isn't over with, Hayes."
"Same goes for you, Prior."
"Facesucker."
"Stiff."
"Jerkface."
"Beatrice."
"Perv."
"Stalker."
"I HAVE NEVER STALKED ANYONE FOR THE LAST MEOWING TIME!" I snarl at him.
"Tris, come on," Tobias says, by now holding me back from ripping Peter's face off. When I don't move, Tobias sighs. "Fine, you asked for it." He picks up my tiny body easily, and has to carry me out to my car.
"I WILL KILL YOU ONE DAY, PETER!" I yell out at him.
"SCREW YOU, TOO!" He replies.
"I KNOW YOU WANNA SCREW ME, YOU PERV FACE!" I yell back at him, a smug smile on my face. Tobias chuckles, still carrying me. "Tobias, you can put me down now…"
"Nope," he says, popping the 'p'.
"Fine," I grumble.
"Wait-" Christina says, running up to us, Will hot on her high heels. "You're Tris?!" She asks, jaw on the floor.
"Uh…" I say, my eyes wide. "No?"
"Don't try that on me, Beatrice." She says, glaring at me. "My dad is an interrogator, basically a human lie detector, and he taught me all his tricks. And right now you're lying."
"Ugh, fine…" I sigh. "The people will find out eventually."
I glance at Tobias, who is still carrying me. "Can you please set me down? It's kind of awkward to talk to people like this…"
"Nope," he says again.
"Ugh, fine." I grumble. "Yes, I'm Tris this is Four, and we kinda wanted no one to find out about us being… Well, us. So we went to school met you guys, came here recorded a song, you guys found my phone, Peter's a butt, and well now we're here!" I grin and kiss Tobias's cheek. "And HE won't put me down.
"It's for your own good."
"Yeah, right."
Chris looks like she's about to faint. "Woah, Chris," I say. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine but, OMG YOUR TRIS HOW COULD I HAVE NOT KNOWN?!" She starts jumping around and squealing. "THAT'S WHY YOU SING SO WELL!"
"Yup," Tobias and I say in sync, both of us popping the 'p'. "Why do we keep doing that today?!" We say, still in sync. Our eyes widen as we look at each other.
"Dang," Will says, "thats creepy!"
"Indeed." We say, still in sync, causing us to crack up.
"Well," I say, without Tobias this time. "I have to go work on English, so bye guys!"
"Bye guys!" Will and Chris say, walking away as Tobias and I hop into my car, driving down the street and to my house.
This is going to be one heck of a year.
A/N: Yay, Chapter 2! Chapter 3 shall be uploaded soon, too. No more cusing... :( But yeah, please review and all that, again really sorry, and Chapter 3 will be uploaded when I get my parent's 'OK'. Life sucks.
-Mermaidhorse :)
