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Uriah's POV:
I watch her sleep and I can't help but smile at how peaceful she looks. Her hair is so soft and it feels great as my fingers glide through the golden locks. I watch her and can't help but smile. This girl right here is the best girl in my life, I don't know what I would do without her. She may not know it, but she completes me. Her smile makes my heart flip, her laugh makes me happier than ever. Seeing her in pain because of me kills me. I smile as I continue to play with her hair and sooner or later I fall asleep as well.
Tris' POV:
I wake up and slowly go to sit up, but then I feel something resting on my stomach. I reach down and pat it, trying to figure out what it is. Well, "it" happens to be Uriah's head. He fell asleep too. I slowly pick is head up and move him so that his head is resting on a pillow and he is comfortably sleeping. I pick up all the junk food we left on his bed and put it away in his little cupboard. While doing so, I look at the time, and it reads 10:00 p.m. Well, looks like I'm sleeping here tonight, I think as I walk over to Uriah's dresser and steal a shirt to sleep in. I head downstairs to the kitchen and grab a glass of water.
"So...you and Uriah now, huh?" Zeke questions from the doorway.
"No, you know him and I are only best friends," I tell him as I head for the stairs. He follows me.
"Is that why you guys always have your little 'dates' every once in a while, in his room? Alone," he raises and eyebrow at me.
"Zeke, stop, you know that Uri and I are only friends, I roll my eyes and go into Uri's room. "Goodnight Zeke."
I climb into bed with Uriah, like I have many times before (after like the first 3 sleepovers, his mom finally bought him a queen sized bed for us). I wrap myself up in my blanket(it's really Uri's but I use it whenever I spend the night, so it's 'mine'), and fall asleep again.
Marlene's POV:
"Wakey, wakey, eggs, and ba-" I swing the door open and I wasn't ready for what I saw next. Her. In his bed. With HIS shirt on. With HIS arms around her.
"What. The. Hell." I grit my teeth and walk over to him and slap him while throwing his breakfast in the trash next to his bed.
"What the hell?!" he yells and jumps out of bed, causing her to stir a little. "Mar! What was that for?!"
"'Just friends,' huh? Do 'just friends' sleep in the same bed? Do 'just friends' share clothes? Do 'just friends' sleep in each other's arms?" I whisper-shout, feeling hurt, betrayed, and most of all, scared.
"Look, Mar, yes, Tris and I are really good friends, I mean she is my best friend after all, but there is nothing going on between us. You have known us for ten years! You know that, in fact, we DO sleep in the same bed, sometimes. She DOES borrow clothes to sleep in when she happens to spend the night unexpectedly. I move in my sleep and I hug anything in my bed. She was there, okay? Chill!" he breathes out and looks at me.
"You expect me to believe that? I snort and roll my eyes. "Whatever."
"Whatever, Marlene. You don't want to believe me? Fine! If you can't trust me with MY BEST FRIEND, then I think you need to leave and find a new date to homecoming," he rubs the sleep out of his eyes and goes to his dresser to change for the day.
"What?" my jaw hits the floor. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"Yes, Marlene, I am. You can't trust me with my damn best friend! You don't even like my best friend! Now, I can tolerate a lot of crap. That, however, is not one of those things!" he makes direct eye contact with me. I see the sincerity in his eyes and then like that, tears are streaming down my face.
"Wait! I can work on it," I plead with him and he just shakes his head.
"Just go. I have things to do," he pulls a shirt on. I nod, tears streaming down my face,, and leave without a word.
Tris' POV:
"Are you okay?" I ask, he nods. "Don't lie to me, Uri."
"Tris, I think you should go too," he whispers almost painfully. I nod silently and change out of his shirt and back into mine. I kiss him softly on the cheek before I walk out, tears trailing down my face.
"Wow, look at my little bro, sending not one, but two girls out of his room, both with tears trailing down their faces," I hear Zeke taunt Uriah from behind me.
"Shut the hell up!" Uri screams at Zeke. "Shut the hell up and LEAVE ME ALONE!"
I turn around and see Zeke straighten up and get serious real quick. He glances at me and I nod, heading straight into Uriah's room again. I close the door behind me, leaving Zeke in the hallway. I walk up to Uriah and hug him. He doesn't tell me to leave, instead, he wraps me in his arms abd holds on tightly.
"You left," he whispers, hurt.
"You told me too," I reply softly.
"Yeah, but when have I ever meant it?" he questions, pulling me tighter against his chest.
"I thought you were mad at me because I was the reason you and Marlene broke up," I sniff and rub his back.
"I could never be mad at you."
I smile and pull away slightly, looking up at him, "I think you should give her another chance."
"Why?"
"If I were her, I would have felt the same way and reacted the same, so give her another chance," I kiss his cheek.
"Okay, on one condition," he raises an eyebrow at me.
"And what might that be?" I groan and glare at him playfully.
"You have to make me that chocolate cake that your mom makes," he pouts his lower lip out. "Pweeeasee!"
Uriah's POV:
"Pwease!"
"Fine! You have to help, though," she pulls away and pulls out the Twizzlers from the little cupboard in my room.
"Okay! Deal!" I laugh because we both know that 'me helping' really means I get to 'clean' the utensils.
"Hey, I still need a hoco dress! Wanna come to help me find one?" she groans and rolls her eyes. "What am I talking about? You don't have a choice, if I have to suffer this, so do you." Funny thing is, I won't be suffering, I get to sit and watch her try on dresses, a dream come true. She's not girly and she doesn't like to get all dressed up, but when she does...whoo, may God have mercy on her soul!
"Yes, I would love to, but only if you help me get a tux rented," I smile my please-help-me-smile and she laughs, but nods.
"Get Marlene back as your date first, she points at me. I nod and call Marlene.
[phone call]
Marlene - What do you want Uriah?
Me - I'm sorry for this morning, I may have overexaggerated a little.
Marlene - A little? I think that was more than a little.
Me - Yeah maybe, um anyways, forgive me?
Marlene - Yes, Uriah, I forgive you.
Me - Great!
Marlene - So, lunch?
Me - Sorry, but I have plans with Tris.
Marlene - (she groans) It's always gonna be her before me, huh?
Me - Come on, Mar, don't be like that. You know that there's nothing between us.
Marlene - (sighs) yeah I know, but she just seems to make you happier and you're more
relaxed when she's around.
Me- She's my best friend, what do you expect?
Marlene - Nothing, I guess. How about tomorrow?
Me - Sounds great! Send me the details!
Marlene - Alrighty! Thanks for calling Uri.
Me - Yeah, no problem. See ya tomorrow!
Marlene - Bye
[end of phone call]
She hangs up the phone and I look at Tris, who just quickly shoves her phone in her back pocket.. She smiles a guilty smile and high fives me.
"Alright! Time to go dress shopping," she fakes enthusiasm and throws her fist up into the air. I laugh at her and she drags me out to her car, where she hands me her keys and winks at me. I stare at her with confusion. She loves driving. I'm amazed she let me take her keys last night.
"I'm too lazy to drive right now," she read my mind.
Tris' POV:
I feel bad for not telling him, but if I did tell him, he would just lecture me on all the reasons not to. The whole time that he was on the phone with Marlene, I was texting Four. We made plans to meet up tomorrow for lunch. I feel guilty for not telling Uriah about this because he's so happy about going out with Marlene, and I am so happy for him. I want him to be happy for me too, but I know that he wouldn't be. I am just not going to tell him until Four makes a proper invitation to homecoming if he ever does.
[location: Mall]
"Oh, let's check this store out!" Uriah points at Charlotte Russe. I just nod and reluctantly go in after him. He's more excited about this than I am. He picks out three black dresses that would fit me and two that are a mix of grey, black, and blue. I try them all on, he shakes his head to all of them, but one. It was one of the grey, blue, and black ones. This one was about mid-thigh in length, no straps, and it was blue and black flowers on a grey silky fabric. He nodded and even did a round of applause for me, causing me to blush.
"I think that's the one," he ushers me to the mirrors in the corner.
"I don't know, Uri. It shows too much, I don't like it that much," I look in the mirror self-consciously and try not to see all the negatives. The way my pale white legs stick out. The way my chest is too flat. The way I look like a 12-year-old boy. I try to ignore it all.
"Trissy, look at what I see," he puts his hands on my bare shoulders. Sparks. "A beautiful sixteen-year-old young woman who is stronger than anyone I have ever known. Who looks absolutely stunning in this dress! I see a young lady who has overcome so much and will continue to do so. I see this amazing person who supports everyone even when no one supports her." I start to tear up and he just kindly wipes my tears away.
"Uri, I'm just not comfortable in this dress," I squeak out, distracted by the movement of his lips.
"Okay, let's make a deal. You get this dress and I will kiss you right now," he says.
"Yes, plea-wait, what?" I ask him incredulously.
"I said that if you wear this dress, I won't bother you about finding a date for homecoming," he says, laughing. "You seemed a little too excited for me to not be disturbing you about that, not that I do it that often anyway." I roll my eyes and shake my head, realizing I imagined him saying that.
"Whatever, fine I'll get the dress," I look in the mirror and look for what he sees. For a split second I can see it, but just as fast as it appeared, it disappears.