I know. You guys missed (forgot) me so much. Don't worry. I am on break so I will try to write a lot. I am not sure, but I will try. I will be traveling though. I will also talk to R and K about uploading a new chapter to Hungergent. If you have been wondering.
(By the way… the song from the last chapter was "Mountain Sound" by Of Monsters and Men. Look it up.) (Right now I am ironically listening to "Ex's and Oh's" by Elle King) More songs at the end of the chapter for you guys.
And also… thanks FictionLlama for the constructive criticism. This chapter may not seem like much, but I had to do something before I could get too deep into the story.
-C
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Tris POV:
A few months ago, I thought that I was in love. A few months ago, my heart was broken. A few months ago, I got over it.
And I am still over it. I have no regrets in what I have been through these past few months. I don't need a stupid boyfriend. I have gotten way closer to my actual friends. Uriah and I were put into the same apartment after initiation because of scores. Peter was known to be a hazard to others so he has his own apartment.
No one has anything against that. He isn't that scary to me, but I get anxious along with everyone else.
That means that Marlene and Lynn share an apartment. Christina and Will do, too. And whoever the other initiates were do, too. None of us know who they are. We aren't trying to sound mean about not knowing, but they don't care about us, so why must we care about them. In the nicest way possible.
Anyway, I come from my job as faction Ambassador and the whole apartment is neon pink.
"URIAH!" I yell. He loves bright colors and everything that bothers me. Including painting my room. And my closet. And my dresser… and the inside of my dresser. I am going to kill that boy.
I go into his room and take his stash of Pop Tarts and throw them out the window. Hehehehe.
Then I hear screaming behind me. Not the happy screaming of roller coasters or getting shot in paintball, but the type that makes it sound like someone just killed your family right in front of you, and then they had you eat them. That type of screaming.
And this might sound sadistic, but I am happy about it. It is obviously Uriah. No one has that high of a scream except him.
I turn around to see him holding a paintbrush with pink globs of paint on it. But the paint is dripping onto the floor.
I think he expects this to bother me a lot, but I kind of like how the floor goes with the ceiling and walls not. He is crying from his loss of Pop Tarts.
I walk out of his room and see that Zeke is standing there. I run up to him and give him a huge hug. I only get to see him three times a day at 30 minutes each time. Obviously that is not enough time.
He hugs me back. "Hey, Tris. Why is my brother crying in his room? And why is your apartment bright pink?"
I laugh at his questions, but then get serious. Somewhat serious because you can't just be serious when you are talking to Zeke. "Your stupid brother painted the apartment pink, so I threw his Pop Tarts out of the window. I kind of expected him to have more, though. Anyway, then he dripped paint onto the ground which doesn't really bother me because it goes with the rest of the apartment."
He laughs again and lets go of me. Before you go and think that this is some "OMG SUPER ROMANTIC MOMENT BETWEEN MY TWO FAVORITE PEOPLE! OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP ALERT! OMG ADORABLENESS ON AISLE TREKE!", it is not like that. We are just friends. ;) maybe that is just what he wants ;)
We walk over to Uriah's room and Uriah perks up when he sees his brother.
"BRO," he yells and dives onto his brother from the bed. They both fall to the floor of the doorway and hit their heads, groaning in pain. I run over and help them up, but them being the meanie faces they are, they just pull me down.
"Really guys?" I say.
They just giggle to themselves.
I get up and prance over them, "accidentally", stepping on them. I go to the kitchen and grab the phone off of the wall and call our friends inviting them over to watch movies.
They all pick up and I tell them the info. They seem excited, and then I remember to tell Zeke and Uriah.
"Hey Pedrads!" I yell. Two minutes later they appear in front of me. Which is weird because they were laying in the middle of the hallway, and the hallway is about 10 feet away from me.
Whatever.
"Okay, boys. Everyone is coming over in about an hour to watch movies. Each of you get to choose one."
They both share a look, and immediately I know that it was a bad idea to let them pick. "'Breakin' 2: The Electric Boogaloo'," they say at the same time.
That sounds really stupid, but the stupider the better.
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The first people that come over are Four and Shauna. We may have hated them a few months ago, but as I said to Zeke a few months ago, "We can't erase that part of our lives that we were with them, but we can live past it. Use it as a joke. We can't let it bring us down."
"Hey guys," I say to them as I give them hugs.
"Hey, Tris." Then they walk in and say hi to Uriah and Zeke.
Then Christina, Will, Lynn, and Marlene all come in at the same time in normal clothes, but their hands have neon pink paint. When they see my face, and how I am not happy, they look down.
I say to them sarcastically, " I hate you guys, but I guess you can come in." They all hug me, and we sit down to watch, what I can tell will be, a stupid movie.
Christina and Will are cuddled up on the ground. Lynn and Marlene are sprawled across one of the couches weirdly. Shauna and Four, adorably, are cuddled up on the chair. ADORABLY.
Uriah, Zeke, and I are just laying on the ground in the middle of the room, like best friends. Watching a stupid movie together like best friends.
Zeke POV:
Two Words: Friend Zoned.
Uriah POV:
Why can't they just admit their feelings toward each other?
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The Songs To Which I Listened While Writing (Local Radio):
If I Lose Myself- Alesso & One Republic
Stronger- Kelly Clarkson
Shake It Off- Taylor Swift
Irreplaceable- Beyonce
Stand By You- Rachel Platten
Once a Day- Haynes by Michael Franti & Spearhead
Hold My Hand- Jess Glynne
Photograph- Ed Sheeran
I'm Yours- Jason Mraz
Demons- Imagine Dragons (This song means a lot to me because my best guy friends and I always sing it. It sounds great when we sing it.)
On My Mind- Ellie Goulding
Moments- Frank- Tove Lo
Wildest Dreams- Taylor Swift
I Lived- One Republic
Hello- Adele
Drag Me Down- One Direction