Hello! I'm back. This is in Four's POV, of when he asks Tris when they were gonna do the project, and on. Including at her house.
Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer:
Tris-You don't own me! No one does. I own myself.
Me-Tris… Don't lie. You are owned by Veronica Roth. You are right about me not owning you though. That's right folks! I don't own the rights to Divergent. :)
Four POV
"Tris. Tris? Tris! TRIS!" I yell at her, trying to get her attention.
"What's up?" She asks. I could almost swear I saw her face light up.
"Just… Wanted to know when you wanted to start on the project." Dammit Tobias! Why did you talk about the project? I wanted to ask her if I could get to know her, not about the project!
"Oh, um I'm free today after school. We could work on it at my place."
"Cool, see you then." I turn away, to go to math, but out of the corner of my eye I swear I can see her smiling.
"Hey bro. Why are you smiling so much today?" Dammit. I was so lost in thought I didn't hear Zeke come up behind me.
"Um, no reason." I try to push past him to get to class, but he doesn't let me.
"It's a girl, isn't it? Who is she?" Dammit, nothing gets past Zeke and girls.
"She's no one. You don't know her."
"Nice try dude, but I saw you talking to Tris. You were smiling like an idiot the whole time." Shit. Was I?
"Okay, fine it's her. But don't make a big deal out of it. Please."
"Okay, okay. If you ever need any advice, you know where to go."
"Yup. The guidance counsellor." I smirk.
"Ha ha ha. No, you know who I mean." I do, but I decide to mess with him.
"Will?" He rolls his eyes.
"Try again."
Uriah?" He's getting a bit pissed now.
"Nope. This should be obvious dude."
"Um… Marlene?"
"Dude! Are you that stupid? I meant me!" I roll my eyes.
"Of course I knew that! You can be such a jackass sometimes, you know that right?" I push past him.
"I'm gonna be late. Talk to you later." Class flies by, and soon it's French. That flies by to, thanks to the fact that Tris is the one who's paired up to work with me. Finally, the bell rings. I get Tris' phone number, and her address, and walk over to my Harley. I'm just putting on my helmet when I get a text from Christina. It says not to go over for a half hour. I decide to go to the park to get a start on my othe homework, and I'm there until I get another text from Christina saying I can come over now. I ring the doorbell, and hear someone unlocking the door.
"Who are you?" a guy wearing blue. Erudite blue. Opens the door.
"I could ask you the same thing!" I tell him, pushing the door farther open and walking inside.
"What do you want with my sister?!" This guy, Tris' brother I guess, is off his rocker. I'm gonna let him continue though. It really is quite amusing.
"Caleb, calm down." So now he has a name! "He's my partner for a project. Caleb walks out, muttering apologies under his breath. I turn and get a good look at Tris. She's beautiful, wearing short shorts and a black tank top.
"See you later Tris. Bye Four." Christina walks down the stairs and out the door.
"Close your mouth before you catch flies. Four." Tris looks amused. This is embarrassing.
"Sorry," I mutter, and close my mouth. Tris just chuckles.
"Come on upstairs. We can do the project on my laptop in my room." She turns around and that's when I die a bit inside. The whole back of the shirt is lace, and see through. She turns her head back around.
"You coming?" She asks me, shaking her head. I nod quickly, and follow her up the stairs. We get to her room, which is all black. Back comforter, black desk, black wardrobe. The only colour is one blue wall, and the cheer posters covering the walls. I sit down on her desk chair, and spin around on it. Tris opens her laptop, and the wallpaper is a picture of her doing a cartwheel. It's really good. She opens Google, and turns to me.
"What do you think we should start with?"
"Actually, I was thinking that since we're gonna have to hang out a lot because of the project, we could maybe get to know each other first." I'm shaking. What if she says no?
"Sure," she says, smiling. "What do you want to know?"
"Favourite song?" I ask, knowing what I'll say.
"That's easy. Timber by Kesha. And Pitbull. You?"
"Don't have one." I shrug and she rolls her eyes.
"Most people have a favourite song." Now it's my turn to roll my eyes.
"I'm a rebel."
"No, you're dauntless." We both laugh.
"Hey, you know what you said about being able to sing? And rap?" I ask, curious.
"Yes?" She sounds kinda wary.
"I was wondering if you'd show off you're amazingness with those two things." I'm very hopeful.
"Um, I guess. What song?" Yes! She said yes!
"You can choose." She goes through a playlist on her computer called instrumental. I suppose she got them so she could sing without the words. She hits Timber. Of course. Then, she starts to sing. I am awestruck.
It's going down,
I'm yelling timber
You better move
You better dance
Let's make a night
You won't remember
I'll be the one you won't forget
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
The bigger they are the harder they fall
These biggedy boys are diggitey dawgs
Have 'em like Miley Cyrus clothes off, twerking in their bras and thongs
Timber
Face down booty up
Timber
That's the way we like the war
Timber
Stick 'em in the oil spill she said she wont but I bet she will
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night we're going down
One more shot
Another round
End of the night we're going down
It's going down
We're yelling timber
You better move
You better dance
Lets make a night
You wont remember
Ill be the one
You wont forget
It's going down
(It's going down)
I'm yelling timber
You better move
(you better move)
You better dance
Lets make a night
(lets make a night)
You wont remember
I'll be the one
You wont forget
(You wont forgeeeeeeeeeeet)
Look up in the sky
It's a bird
It's a plane
Naw it's just me
Ain't a damn thing changed
Live in hotels
Swing on plane
Left to say
Money aint a thing
Club jumpin' like it goin' down
Bowl it
Order me another round
Home it
We about to climb wild 'cause it's about to go down.
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night its going down
One more shot
Another round
End of the night its going down
TIMBER…
"Tris? That was totally amazing!" I'm not kidding, she has a voice! She's especially good at the rapping part.
"Thanks, Four." She blushes, and I smile. She's really cute when she blushes. I get an idea.
"Don't call me that." She looks at me like I'm crazy.
"Then what do I call you?" Didn't think of that did I?
"Nothing. For now." Nice answer Tobias. Nice answer. (Note the sarcasm)
"Okay? Tell me when I can call you something again." She smirks, to lighten the mood, and I smirk back. "Want some food?" She asks, blushing.
"Sure. What do you have?"
"Does popcorn work?"
"Why not. I love popcorn." I smile, and stand up. I extend my arm, so she can grab my hand and I can pull her up. I do, and I pull a bit too hard, and it makes us nose to nose. Kissing distance. Only an inch between us. I lean in. Half an inch. She leans in. Our lips touch, just barely brushing against hers, and I move the tiny amount of space to kiss her. Her fingers intertwine with mine, and we stay like that for what feels like hours, but was probably only minutes. Or even seconds. She pulls away, and smiles.
"What was that?" She asks, taking her fingers out of mine, leaving me cold. Yes, Tobias. What was that? Oh, shit! Did I just mess up everything?
"Sorry," I whisper, turning red. She just smiles, and intertwines her fingers back into mine.
"Didn't say I didn't like it. Why are you apologizing?" She smirks, and, ruining our moment, pulls away again.
"I'm hungry," she says, moving towards her bedroom door. I roll my eyes and follow her into the kitchen downstairs. She gets the popcorn out of the cupboard and puts it in the microwave.
"D'you want to watch a movie?" She asks, out of the blue.
"What do you have?"
"Harry Potter," she answers.
"Why not. Which one?" I ask, not knowing or caring since as long as I'm not being kicked out, I'm fine.
"Um, well I like them better when they're young, so how about the first one?"
"Sure, that one's not so bad." We finish making the popcorn and go back up to her room, and I go sit on her bed while she puts the movie in the player. She comes and sits on the other side, leaning against the wall.
"You know you can come over here," Tris says, patting the space beside her. I smile, and scoot over beside her, my head beside hers. Three inches… Just three inches between us now.
She moves her head into the crook of my neck, and settles down. I put my arm around her shoulders. Zero inches. We are right up against each other, and I couldn't be happier. Now. The hard part.
"Tris?"
"Hm?"
"Can I ask you something?" She turns to face me now, her eyes finding mine, giving me strength.
"Anything."
"Will you go out with me?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
Our lips meet in the middle.
Fireworks.
So? Did you like it? I know I said I wouldn't make them get together yet, but I couldn't resist. Plus, Fourtris is just totally amazing and I really wanted to write it.
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