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They wandered through the house, discussing possibilities. Tris was surprised at how good Four was. He had a freshness about his ideas, and all his suggestions were good ones.
Except when it came to yellow. Especially a certain shade of yellow...
Tris had been looking around the living room, trying to decide on a colour scheme. Something fresh and new, like springtime. She looked through her colour pamphlet and her eyes settled on a muted canary yellow. It was perfect. She was just about to circle it when Four looked over her shoulder.
He made a very loud, very obvious, sound of dissent. "What are you doing, baby doll? Is this some sort of joke?"
Tris said nothing, in fear of saying something socially unacceptable.
"You are aware that Canary Yellow is for old people, right? Like really old people. Nita is not old people. So don't try it. It's just so...old."
Tris pursed her lips and stormed out of the room. Canary Yellow might be a little out there but it was definitely NOT old.
"Oh, come on, baby doll, even you must be able to see that the colour would suck, especially for a room with as little light as this one. It's so strange, and it's way too yellow. Any interior designer with any sense would be able to see that the colour wouldn't work. Quite plainly, Canary Yellow will not work in this room, nor will it work in any other room that was meant to look good. So please don't be all huffy," Four cajoled.
Tris felt something snap. She wanted to give it back to him, and make him treat her like a real person, with real feelings and real opinions.
"You want me to be not... huffy," Tris said, letting incredulity mix with her tone.
"Well, yes baby doll. Don't pout and huff and storm out of the room, like you're doing now," Four tried.
"And how, Four dear, am I supposed to be not huffy when all you do is make me huffy. You come in here and insult me and my choices, and then you tell me not to be huffy," Tris snapped.
She continued her rant. "I used to think you were a jerk. You seemed to have proved me wrong. Now I know that you are not only a first-class jerk but also an egoistical idiot who is so insensitive and blind to those around them that they might as be blind-folded."
Tris knew she was over-reacting but she didn't care. She was a human being and she deserved some respect. Ok, so maybe canary yellow didn't work, but there was a way to say so.
Her pride was wounded and Four was not helping.
"It's not even the damn yellow Four. It's the fact that you think you're so much better than everyone and think that this automatically makes you right, and discounts others emotions." This was Tris's broken heart speaking. The heartache she had felt from high school. It all came pouring out now, all the pent-up anger spilling its way out of her.
"Calm down, baby doll," Four whispered.
"I have a name, Four. Tris, is my name and you are not allowed to call me anything else," Tris shouted, annoyed by the constant use of the no doubt sarcastic endearment.
"You will always be baby doll to me, Tris," he said, in a voice that made her shiver.
That was the last straw. The possessiveness in his tone made her feel sick. He was talking like he owned her or something.
Nobody owned her, least of all him.
That. Was. It.
The Worst Thing He Could Have Said.
Tris raged inside. Suddenly there wasn't enough space inside of her to hold all the emotion. She let it out in a primal, angry roar.
"I hate you, Four."
She slammed the door and went outside.
SORRY!
Had to do that though. This will make the eventual Fourtris much sweeter.
Don't worry there will be Fourtris.
Lots of Fourtris.
Not really happy with this chapter though.
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