A/N
Hey guys! Sorry for the late update because is being a total idiot and won't let me load some of my story. *eye roll* so I'm trying to get more chapters up. Thanks so much for the (well... 2") reviews and please post more reviews! This chapter may be a tad short sorry. Oh also sorry for not putting an author's note on last chapter... There wasn't really anything to say anyways...
Simba
Tobias
"Tris." I breathe. I feel a warm tear soak my cheek and feel her hand wiping it away. She takes my hand and guides it to her heart. "You aren't imagining me, I promise. Feel my heartbeat, it's steady." She takes my other hand and pushes them down, pulling herself onto her toes, and kisses me, firmly, confidently. Her lips feel the same as always. And so do her hands. This is her. This is the Tris I fell in love with, and still love her now.
We sit on my bed. Her stuff crowds the corner of the floor and we hold hands. I sit across from her, me telling her how much I love her so much its silly. "How?" I ask, breaking the silence of 'I love you.' "How?" she repeats. "Well, I don't know exactly. I remember getting shot, and falling under the table after I slapped the button. Oh and also I remember a man, telling me to be brave, and then he pulled out a syringe, filled with a blue serum. Then I blacked out . . . and then I woke up in an open casket, wearing this dress." She motions to the dress she's wearing.
"Then I went out into the hallway and saw you walking with your head hung, and called out. That's all." She whispers thoughtfully. She looks up and stares at me. "Sorry to freak you out. And make you hate your life. And all the other things I might have made you think or feel." She apologizes but chuckles. She leans in and puts her lips on my cheek. I laugh and take her hands. "What do you think the others will do when they see you?" I ask her, curiously. She thinks for a moment and then says, "I don't know actually. I can only imagine Christina's face and Cara's. Peter maybe. He may still want me dead." She looks down at the name of Peter, and I can see her fists clenched.
Something snaps within me, and I say slowly, "Oh, yeah, so about Peter . . . he kind of . . . oh how do I put this, he drank some memory serum and doesn't remember anything. He is still learning things and you have to be nice to him. He doesn't know you exist, and I think he actually might have been told that you were dead . . ." her eyes widen and she laughs slightly. "Really? He doesn't even know what he's done? He doesn't know he tried to kill someone and stabbed someone in the eye?" she laughs again and puts her head in her hands, shaking her head ever-so-slightly.
"Something wrong?" I ask warily. "Nothing. " she replies. "Its just, he doesn't remember anything and that's kind of funny." I snicker and shove her to the side. She laughs and shoves me harder, knocking me off the bed. "Hey!" I exclaim. She giggles and sprawls out on the bed. "Its mine now. See, all of my stuff is in the corner!" she laughs and peers over the edge. She sticks her tongue out at me and giggles. "I love you, Tobias." "I love you, too, Tris,"
