AN: Thx to those people who actually reviewed! Love you guys, qmenna11 and Brokenwings35! Hope you like this next chapter, sorry I was so late with it. I have a lot going on right now, I will be back on track not this Friday but the Friday after that. Before then I will update as much as possible, but it will be hard to find time. It's fun doing this though!
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Tris POV
Max was right. I did want my own room. I did not get what was with Tobias. What was wrong with being leader? Someone had to do it, get the Dauntless back into their old ways. Was he angry at me because I took a job he was too cowardly to take? Was he really mad at me? Are we ever going to forgive each other? I cry myself to sleep. My Dauntless future seems... unknown.
The next morning, I feel a bit better. I tell Christina all about the big fiasco at breakfast. At least I still have her. She suggests trying to make up, which I think is a good idea. I look all over the Pit for him, to no avail. I am suddenly a bit worried. Is he OK? He does have a bit of a drinking problem, thanks to Zeke. I look at my watch. It's 8:15, I have more than enough time to check on him before I have to get to the meeting.
I hurry up the stairs, hoping the stupid man hasn't hurt or even killed himself. When i get to his door, I knock. No answer, so I just open the door and barge straight in. "Tobias? Tobias!" Then I see him lying outside, on the balcony, surrounded by dozens of empty bottles of vodka, liqueur, beer, wine, scotch, everything we had stored up in the cupboard it seems. Suddenly I am very scared. He has been lying there since last night, or at least since early this morning. Before, no matter how drunk we got, he was always up and at 'em, always getting to appointments on time, no matter how early they were. Has he killed himself, gotten alchohol poisoning, over me? I rush onto the balcony and shake his limp body, over and over. I slump over crying, when suddenly he opens his eyes. "Tris?" He asks groggily.
I am all over him, kissing all over his face, neck, rubbing his arms. "You have absolutely NO IDEA how glad I am to see you, you idiot!" I crow. He sits up, rubbing his head. "Why did I go and get myself drunk? Why didn't you stop me?" He asks confusedly. "D-don't you remember our fight last night?" "WE HAD A FIGHT? I must of been way more drunk than I thought..." I spread my arms around me, pointing out all the bottles. "That was all you. I didn't drink a single drop last night. I wasn't even in the apartment!" "God, god, god, how am I so stupid?" He gets up and looks at the clock. "I swear I hate alchohol right now!" He says. We both laugh. I am so glad we made up.