Hi! Thank you for everybody who reviewed, followed, or favourited! You guys made my day. Because of that I'm gonna post early! By the way, this is like a series of one-shots, so it won't show everything. The POV will change from Tris to Tobias. This chapter has Divergent spoilers.

Tobias POV:

It's the middle of the night now, and I'm meant to be sleeping. But ever since I came back home from dropping Beatrice off, I've been worried sick about all the things that could've happened to her since I left her. She might have gotten really sick and gone to the hospital! I wouldn't even know, because yesterday was Friday so we have the weekend now. If something happened to her, I'd find out on Monday, in three days! I look at my small and functional watch that I left on my bedside table. 03:42. Two days.

I twist and turn, trying to make myself comfortable so that I'll finally go to sleep. It doesn't work. One thing I don't understand is why I'm so worried about her. I just met her yesterday after all. Nothing I try makes the time wile away or makes me go to sleep. I make plans to visit her instead. I need to go as early as possible, to get this ridiculous obsession out of my head. I'll go at eight. I don't expect to go to sleep, but I soon do. It is a restless sleep, and I keep waking up.

Eventually, my clock shows me that its half past seven and I leap out of bed. My eyes widen when I hear someone stir in my parents' room across the hall. They settle down and I breathe a silent sigh of relief. If Marcus found out that was leaving the house… I shudder. I get ready and get dressed as quietly as possible. When I'm finished, I put on my watch and look at the time. Quarter to eight. That leaves me plenty of time to get to her house.

I delve into a pile of grey clothes in my cupboard, trying to find a shard of mirror that my mother gave me. It's the only mirror that I have. Finally my fingers brush against something sharp and I pull it out. In the dim light coming through the window, I see my reflection.

My dark brown hair that looks almost black, my blue eyes. My fingers skim the dark purple mark on my jaw. Because I dropped Beatrice off, I reached home a few minutes late. The one day that I come home late, Marcus is already home. Just my luck. He was really angry and wouldn't listen to reason. Not that he ever does.

I drop the mirror in the pile of clothes and bury it. I wouldn't want Marcus finding it. He won't know I'm up early because he only wakes up at eight. I walk out of my room on tiptoe and gently close my door. I don't hear anything from his room, so I make my way quietly downstairs. I open the quiet front door, slip out and close it again.

I walk quickly, but now that I'm out of the house, worries about Beatrice overwhelm me again. Soon, I end up almost running to get there. When I get to her street, I count which house it is twice to make sure, because the houses are all the same. Nothing at all marks them as different. When I'm sure I know which house is hers, I walk to the front door and ring the bell.

I wait for a few minutes, and no one comes. My chest contracts. I am just about to ring the doorbell again, when the door opens. Their she is, her hair and clothes crumpled like she just got out of bed. She doesn't look at all sick, and I'm so relieved that I can't help myself; I fly at her and hug her. She backs up a few steps and looks really startled. That brings me back to reality. I let go of her and back up.

"Ummm….Tobias, why did you just hug me?"

My cheeks go bright red. "I…ummmm…"I look down, "I was really worried about you. I'm just relieved you're okay."I look back up. "You are okay, right?"

Her cheeks go red as well, but she laughs, "Don't worry, Tobias, I'm fine. Why are you here so early?"

I skilfully avoid the question by asking a question of my own. "Do you want to go out somewhere, like maybe the park? Unless you've got plans already. Or you want to go back to sleep."

"Well, I had plans with my pillow, but I'll break them just for you." We both laugh. "Wait here a minute, I'll go get dressed."

In two minutes, she opens the door again. She is a head shorter than me. Her pretty blonde ha- wait, where did that come from? I internally blush.

"Come on, let's walk." We walk along the road, talking nineteen to the dozen. When we reach the park, we're asking each other questions.

We sit down on a bench and she asks me the next question. "Do you like your name?"

"No. Do you like yours?"

"No." She pauses, "Why don't we give each other nicknames?" I nod and we both think for a minute.

"I think you should be called Tris. It suits you."

Beatr-I mean Tris nods. "If I'm Tris, you should be Toby."

"Alright, Tris."

"Alright, Toby." We both laugh.

"What's your favourite colour then, Tris?"

"Purple, what about you, Toby?"

"Blue."

She reaches her hand out, "Toby, how did you get that bruise?" Her fingers skim the edge of my bruise.

I back away instinctively. "Don't! It's none of your business! Don't be nosy!" I get up.

She looks hurt, but I can't back down now. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize that you didn't want to tell me!"

"It's too late." I storm off, but I don't go far. I watch her from around 5 metres away. She brings her legs up to her chest, and buries her face. I can hear the sobs from over here.

"I'm sorry, Tris." I whisper, before turning around to go back home.

How do you like it? It's sadder than the last one isn't it? Don't worry! That'll stop soon! Please review! :)