Chapter 4: Love Song For a Snowman
Divergent:
Everyone loves Christmas,
Decoration trees, yeah that's just how we do
Hanging lights and singing,
Eggnog drinking, waiting on the man in the red suit
Four didn't understand what the hype about Christmas was. It was just a holiday. So what? He would probably like Christmas a little better if he actually had family to spend it with but since that wasn't the case, he didn't like Christmas so much.
Four grumbled about all the snow as he walked to the train station. He scowled even more when he noticed all the mistletoe and other decorations up for the holidays. He ignored the groups of people messing around with their friends and singing Christmas songs.
He saw his ex, Sarah, with some other guy. He also saw another ex, Katherine, kissing a girl under a mistletoe bough. She dumped Four saying that he wasn't her type and that he made her reconsider some things about himself, which Four took as meaning she wanted a "sensitive" guy but apparently she didn't want a guy at all. He gritted his teeth and got onto his train.
"Just two more days," he thought to himself, "two more days until I leave this terrible city."
I'm sitting here all alone
And I can't get home
I miss my family so
Four was about ready to flip the table over. He didn't really hate his job most days, but today everything was terrible. Everyday was like that during the holiday season. When you're all alone in life holidays about family aren't too enjoyable.
Four remembers his mom. Her name was Evelyn. She was kind and soft spoken, but also fierce and opinionated. She would fight for the right thing but in a quiet, tricky way. She was always very generous and had a big heart. Four remembers that she used to give food to the homeless in her free time. She died when he was four though. That was the year he started to get to know a different side of his father a little better.
Four's father was a mayor and had a very stressful job. He would come home and was always in a foul mood. Evelyn used to make sure that dinner was cooked and that no one had eaten by the time he had gotten home. Some nights Evelyn was busy and the dinner wasn't still warm, which angered Marcus, Four's father. Marcus would take his anger out on her, but when she passed he lost his punching bag. That's where Four comes into this whole mess.
At first Marcus didn't do much to him. He would just shove him a little, which Four counted as regular behavior between two men. But then he started to shove a little harder, which lead to hitting, which lead to whipping the younger boy. Marcus told Four that no one would believe him if he said anything about the abuse. Marcus had brought up a good point: Who would you believe, a little boy or the mayor of your city?
Four had lived through tho a torture until he reached age 16, when his father lost his position as mayor because of an uprising he failed to handle. Four helped a little in these riots before realizing that what they were doing was wrong and sabotaging them. He ran away a little later.
So, long story short, Four had absolutely no luck with love, whether it's family love or romantic love.
Coat over one
It's not always fun
I think I'll make a man out of snow
He'll keep me company
You might think that I'm crazy
But I say
Four stopped in the park on his way home. He decided to try and spend his last days in New York appreciating the city. It was freezing and he couldn't think of anything to do so he started building a snowman.
He was already done the bottom ball when a little girl came up to him and asked if she could help. He chuckled at the wide-eyed girls innocence and told her if her parents let her then she could. She nodded eagerly and started to help gather snow with him.
Once they were halfway done with the middle and little boy and girl came up and asked if they could also play. The little girl who asked to join first, named Samantha according to what she told Four nodded and explained that they were going to build "the bestest snowman in the world!" The little boy and girl, Jack and Quinn was what they told the other two, started helping.
By the time they had finished the head about 10 children were helping. Four couldn't help but be amazed by the innocence and friendliness that these children had. They all approached him without being shy and just humped right in and started communicating with the others as soon as they were told they could play along.
They did end up building "the bestest snowman in the world". His name was Bob at the insistence of all the kids except for one. The first little girl who joined him, Samantha was her name, insisted that it was a snow-lady and that they should name her Beatrice. Four looked down at the little girl, fascinated at how different he name choice was from the others.
"Why did you choose that name?" he asked her. Before she could respond she was picked up by a girl who looked to be about 16 years old and had the same blonde hair and blue-grey eyes as Samantha. She eyed Four warily, then turned to the child in her arms.
"So you ran off to play with a strange older man?" she asked Samantha, who just shrugged.
"He's pretty strange. His name is a number!" Was the only reply the teenager got. Four have a stern look to the small child.
"You were supposed to tell your parents that you were playing with me," passed through his lips. Only then did he realize that he was acting like an older brother or father. The teenager snorted.
"I'm not quite her mother though I may as well be. I'm Tris. And you're what? One?" she said through giggles. Samantha giggled along. Four reached out and ruffled the little ones hair.
"Actually, I'm Four. Are you Sammy's older sister?" A faint "don't call me that" escaped from said toddler's lips, but was ignored.
"Yeah. Well, it was nice meeting you," the teenager said. Four nodded and watched her walk away.
Hello sir, how do you do?
This Christmas it's just me and you
I'll make sure that you don't melt
So I won't spend the holidays by myself
Your silence is kinda nice
I don't mind that you're made of ice
Let's do this every year if we can
This is my love song for a snowman, snowman, snowman
For a snowman, snowman snowman
Four sat next to snowman for a long time. He actually started talking to it at one point. He looked so homeless and crazy that a few people actually gave him change.
Bob was nice company, especially when one was trying to think. Four didn't know what he was thinking about, but he was thinking. He realized at one point that he was thinking of Tris and Samantha.
Tris said she was basically Samantha's mother even though she couldn't be older than 18 at tops. He wondered what had happened that lead to her being that way. They were sisters, so maybe their parents died and they didn't have any other family. Whatever the reason was, Tris was too young to have to look after a child.
I love your eyes made of cookie dough
Wrinkle your carrot nose with your beanie on top
Let's have a snowball fight
I built the fort outside so I don't need to mop
We could go ice skating
While the pie is baking and cookies too
Do people see and worry about me
Because I'm standing here talking to you
Four eventually walked inside. Strangely enough he was reluctant to leave Bob out there alone. He was afraid that Bob would be destroyed or that he would melt, which was silly since he was just a snowman.
But once Four looked a little deeper into it maybe he wasn't just a snowman. Could it be that Four started building him in the first place because of all the childhood memories of playing out in the snow that he missed? The snowman building incident was one of the very few happy memories Four has about New York, so maybe that has something to do with it. And possibly, there was a little tiny chance, that Four didn't want to leave his only connection with Samantha and her older sister, Tris. (AN: Like bad wolf...)
But you keep me company
And they might think that I'm crazy
But I'll say:
Or maybe it was just because Bob was good company.
Hello sir, how do you do?
This Christmas it's just me and you
I'll make sure that you don't melt
So I won't spend the holidays by myself
Your silence is kinda nice
I don't mind that you're made of ice
Let's do this every year if we can
This is my love song for a snowman, snowman, snowman
For a snowman, snowman snowman (x3)
As Four walked up the endless flights of stairs to his crappy apartment his saw familiar blonde hair above him. He quickened his pace and eventually ran up the steps. He barreled into the poor girl and knocked the contents out her hands.
"Watch where your going!" she shouted without turning around. Four was panting, hands on his knees.
"Sorry... Just wanted... To say... Hi," he managed to get out. She looked up at him from her spot on the floor where she was picking her things up and smiled a little.
"Do you live here?" she guessed. Why else would he be here? He nodded, too out of breath for words.
She smiled.
"Maybe I'll see you around then?"
No one's fighting,
No one's rude
No one to make way too much food
No one to tell me do the dishes
It's me, my snowman, and our Christmas wishes
Four was glad it was just himself in his apartment. He liked to be somewhat tidy, but he had a very complicated system for where things went that made his apartment look messy. It worked for him though and it felt like a home. It was the first home he ever had, the rest were just houses.
He had a little bit of a view over the park and could just barley make out Bob standing there, all alone but still smiling at the people around him. Four grinned. If New York was full of memories like the ones he had with Bob maybe he'd stay. Then again if he stayed in town for a little longer he could make more memories.
Thinking of Tris he decided to stay just one more day longer.
Hello sir, how do you do?
This Christmas it's just me and you
I'll make sure that you don't melt
So I won't spend the holidays by myself
Your silence is kinda nice
I don't mind that you're made of ice
Let's do this every year if we can
This is my love song for a snowman, snowman, snowman
For a snowman, snowman snowman (x3)
I'm sort of proud of is because I couldn't find the lyrics for this song so I wrote them down by listening to the song. Also I would like to state that if you have heard this song before and disagree with my version of the lyrics then please contact me because I have no clue what I'm doing.
Anyways, I need to binge write four or so more chapters. I'll be back soon enough.