A/N: I thought I wasn't going to finish this story, but I have decided to give it another shot! So yes, I am still alive and remember what words are, and if I see enough interest in my continuing of it, I will try to update on a regular basis. If you like this story and would like more chapters, or have polite suggestions for my writing/ plot, please review! It would mean a lot to me. Xo, Aly


"Truth or dare, Christina?" Tobias asks when we settle back into our places in the group.

"Dare."

Tobias sighs ever so slightly and looks around the room, presumably for dare ideas. "I dare you to go skinny dipping with Will in the marsh."

Christina squints her eyes and entertains the idea. "I don't know.." She finally says.

"c'mon Chris. Don't be such a pansycake." Uriah interjects.

"God Uriah how many times do you need to be told that 'pansycake' is not a thing, nor is it ever going to be!"

"It already is a thing Zeke. You just don't like the word because you know it describes you perfectly."

"Oh knock it off. You are BOTH pansycakes. And I'll do it."

Will and Christina stand up and start towards the small glass window. There is a small marsh outside of it. The multi-purpose room that we are playing in is usually used for parties, and at some point, a presumably drunk Dauntless decided a latter was needed at that window, so that they could leave while shit-faced and do whatever nonsense they so desired outside without getting stopped by guards.

Christina opens the window and climbs out on to the latter. Will follows closely behind, and soon they're at the bottom. It is just dark enough that you can see their shadows, but not their features, or thankfully, their full nakedness. We watch the shadows strip, then together jump into the cold and disgusting marsh. After a minute of thrashing and cursing, they have both climbed out of the water and are putting their clothes back on.

When they get back into the room, Christina has a gruff look on her face and Will stands behind her smirking. They are both dripping with a thin layer of watered down mud. Will wears only his white boxers which have been stained in various places, and Christina her Black t-shirt and some tight black cheekster underwear. The two go back to their apartments to rinse off and pur on new clothes. They only take a few minutes, and when they get back, Christina gets the game moving again.

"Alright. Truth or dare Al?"

Al looks back at Christina blankly, before settling with truth. He creaks out his words in a quiet voice and waits for the question.

"Who do you like?" Christina responds without a second thought.

Al's face instantly glows red and his eyes find the dusty floor. After a moment, he looks up, his face hard with resolve. "No one."

"Oh bullshit Al. You have to tell us. That what choosing truth means." Christina smiles at Al, then raises her eyebrows as if to say, tell us..

Al looks at the ground again and mumbles something inauditable.

"What?" Christina presses.

I hear it this time.

"Tris."

My stomach lurches and I start to feel sick. Tobias looks blankly at a place on the wall across the room, his teeth pressing together slightly harder than usual. The room is silent for another minute, until Al makes a comment.

"Don't worry Four. I know she belongs to you. I won't touch her. Never again."

Tobias's eyes rise to Al's and his face is hard with anger. "She doesn't belong to anyone. She's a person. People don't belong to other people. You shouldn't have touched her to begin with, you sick bastard."

I don't know what to do. I want to smack someone or runaway or bury my face in Tobias's chest and smell his familiar sheets and kiss him until I have to stop and breath. My mind clouds up and suddenly all I can think of that would make me happy is to kiss Tobias. To have him hold me in his strong arms and kiss me until I forget any of this ever happened. I hate when people do this kind of thing in public, but I feel like it's my only choice. I have no idea why, and I wonder if that is what it is like to be in love with someone so much that the idea of having it another way scares you so much that all you can do is go to them and force yourself to be loved.

So I do.

I stand up, and everyone still sits gaping, and I straddle my legs on Tobias's lap and sit down and kiss him. I put my hands on his neck and pull his face to mine and kiss him hard. I slide his hands onto my waist under my shirt and then move my hands back up, one on his neck again, and the other running up and down with my fingertips on his chest. Then suddenly, he opens his eyes and puts his forehead to mine. I can feel everyone staring, and for some reason, instead of petrified and embarrased, I feel fierce satisfaction.

Tobias then whispers so quietly that only I can hear it, "I love you more than anything in this world, believe me, and I've dreamed that you would want to kiss me like this. But now isn't really the time, is it?" I'm staring at his deep blue eyes when I realize that he's right.

I smile and nod ever so slightly. "To be continued?"


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