A/N I'll be stepping away from all the fluffy romantic stuff a bit cuz I know too much of it can get annoying and then there's no real plot. So here we go!

Tris's POV

It's nine in the morning and I'm already at Christina's. But today I wasn't called here; today I'm on a mission to fix my best friend. She's hasn't left the house in almost 3 weeks and the only time she leaves her bedroom is for food. It ends today.

I pull the blankets off her sleeping body and open all the curtains.

"Whaaaaaattt?" she groans.
"Today we are leaving the house." I run around her room picking up empty cartons and bottles and throwing them in her trash. I pile up all her dirty clothes and throw them in the corner. She's mainly just wearing the same three things. I take her phone and delete the sad playlist she's been playing for the past few weeks and plug in my own. I avoid the My Chemical Romance songs I usually play and go for The Fray which is probably the perfect band to play at a time like this.

I throw a pair of denim shorts, red crop top, and comfy blue knit cardigan at Chris and tell her to get in the shower.

"I'm not getting up."

"Either you get in the shower or I'm giving you a sponge bath." She glares at me.

"You wouldn't." I stand there for a moment then jump on top of her. I grab her stomach from behind and yank. She buries herself in the covers and clings to the mattress. I have both feet on the bed and I'm leaning back as much as I can.

"Chris…you need…to get out…of bed!" I pull as hard as I can and we finally fall back together off the bed. I'm on top of her. She tries to get up but I grabbed her leg and cling on to it. If she stood up my head would hit the ground. I hold onto her foot and drag her from between my legs. She's still holding on to the blanket.

"Tris! Stop it I just wanna lay in bed!" she screams.

"I know that's why I'm getting you out of it!"

Five minutes later we sit in the bathroom with me blocking the door and Christina sitting on the toilet only wearing a towel and the water running in the shower ready for her to get in.

"No," she says shaking her head.

"Yes"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Whhhhyyyy?" she asks.

"You're not gonna want to look like that when we get to where I'm taking you." I tell her. "I'm going to get your clothes and if you're not in that shower when I get back you will not be happy."

"I'm already not happy." She mumbles as she stands up and I walk out the door. When I come back she's in the shower and I leave the clean clothes for her to put on when she gets out.

I take out my phone and check my plans.

Me: All set?

Will: Yeah, I can't believe I'm going to see her again.

Me: Well remember she thinks you hate her. You better kiss her ass.

Will: Doesn't that mean she's gonna kiss my ass?

Me: No that means you better not be stupid and think things like that.

Will: Sorry

Me: I'm not the one you need to apologize to. Do you know what you're gonna tell her?

Will: Idk really I'm pretty nervous.

Me: Get you're act together…

A/N I'm from New England and it's probably one of the hardest things for me to not use the adjective wicked in every sentence so I really hope that I still sound like a teen from Chicago…

I put my phone in my pocket and grab some make up from Christina's bureau. She walks and looks as bad as she must feel. Her maroon top sags over her along with the light blue sweater. It looks more like a blanket. Her shorts barely fit her. The thick tan socks I gave her are scrunched at different lengths and the ankle boots are too wide. She looks like a kid in her mother's clothes.

I make her sit and I apply black eyeliner to her lid and water line. I don't put a wing on it- it'd make her look too happy for the outfit she's wearing. I help her with her mascara and then drag her to the car. She frowns the entire time.

We get to the pier we're going to meet Will at and we sit together at the end and look out at Lake Michigan. Christina stares intensely at the water. The sun hits the water and makes a glare that forces her to squint her eyes. The wind bats at her hair and clothes.

"Water is kind of like a metaphor you know?" she says. I shake my head. "Well it's like the person you love. It's warm and welcoming and feels good to be surrounded by it but if you're not careful it drowns you." I check my phone. Will should be here by now.

"I know what you mean." I tell her putting my arm around hers. She puts her head on my shoulder.

"You don't know." She says. "But thanks for trying." After about an hour of talking, Christina started getting curious.

"So, what are we here for?"

"We're waiting."

"For what?"

"Something," I tell her, trying to avoid telling her what I planned. I texted will three times but he never replied.

"Yeah but what?"

"I can't tell you." I take out my pone to attempt contacting Will once more.

"Who are you talking to then?" she asks.

"No one," I say, which is technically true since he's not replying. She takes my phone from my hand and stands up quickly. I try to grab it back before she gets the chance to see anything but it's too late.

"You're talking to Will?" she looks heartbroken.

"Yeah, he was supposed to meet us here." I tell her. "He feels really bad about what he did and still loves you. He was coming to apologize."

"Really?" she says with a huge smile. But it quickly fades away. "Then where is he?"

"I don't know." I tell her.

"So he bailed? Figures."

"Maybe he's just late! Let's wait a little longer." I suggest.

"No Tris, I'm done waiting. He had his chance. I'm done." She hands me my phone and walks off the pier.

"I tried so hard." I tell Tobias as I sit on his lap with my head on his chest and his arms around me.

"I know, it's not your fault."

"I got her hopes up."

"She took your phone."

"I made the stupid plan."

"You were only trying to help your best friend."

"But it didn't work."

"Fine Tris it's all your fault, you happy?" Tobias says.

"Not really," I say.

"So don't worry about it. Christina and Will made their own choices and whatever they're feeling right now is their fault, not yours." I lace my fingers with his.

"I guess you're right." He kisses my hair and I lean into him more. My phone buzzes and I check it. It's a text from Will. I open and hold it out far enough so Tobias can read it too.

Will: Sorry

Me: where were you?!

Will: I was scared

Me: you're a coward

Will: Don't say that

Me: YOU'RE A COWARD WILL

Will: I didn't know what was going to happen I didn't wanna face her after what happened.

Me: You blew it. Better start moving on.

Will: Tris please.

I don't reply.

I throw my phone to the end of the couch and lay my head on the arm rest. Tobias lies down too, and his arms envelope me in a warm embrace. The air conditioning is always on too high in the house so he pulls a blanket over us and we turn on the television. I fall asleep first, and I assume Tobias followed suit.

A/N I know this one was a little short but it's a set up for further plot