The first thing I notice about Tobias is that he's drunk out of his mind. Or at least now he's sobering up at the sight of me. He stands in front of me dressed in nothing but white boxers. I can smell the vodka off of him and see the imprint of pink lipstick smudged across his chest.
"Tris! You're really here?" He says while stumbling over his feet to get to me.
He nearly falls and I rush to help balance him. I'd rather not take him to the hospital for a concussion; we've done that too many times before. Tobias goes to pull me in for a hug but I push him away. He literally just fucked another girl and her scent is lingering on him.
"What the fuck Tobias? Why the hell are you drunk in three in the afternoon?" I yell at him.
Then the girl comes out in just a big t-shirt and panties. How fucking great.
"Who the fuck are you?" I spit at her. The red head sends me the dirtiest look.
"Who are you? Are you one of his ex-flings begging for him back?"
The question throws me off but I am quick to put her in her place, "I'm his best friend, someone who cares about him now take your slutty ass and get out!" I scream. The girl scowls at me and hurries back to the room to change.
Tobias is still drunk and swaying and I push him to sit on the couch. She emerges from the room with her shit and stands there looking at Tobias, admiring his half naked physique. Oh my fucking god.
"What are you waiting for? Get the fuck out of here!"
She turns on her heels and heads to the door while muttering under her breath. Then she slams the door and it startles a dazed Tobias. What a sour bitch.
"I'm so sorry Tris... I feel like I'm turning into Marcus even when I try not to be." He whispers as a lone tear makes its way down his face.
Tobias's eyes finally flutter to a close and his jaw drops leaving his mouth slightly open. I can't bring myself to leave despite what he's done to me. Sure I slept with him and then ran the next morning but I was a wreck and so was he. Tris you don't know that for sure. But my heart clenches at the sight of him. Even when someone's in their sleep they're supposed to look peaceful but Tobias just looks... sad. I silently pull his head down to my lap carding my fingers through his dark hair, as we settle on the leather couch. He really needs to sober up.
"I really fucked up didn't I?" A croaky voice breaks through the silence that's consumed me for the past few hours. I stand staring out the wall-wall glass window displaying the city of Chicago in all its glory. I can't tell what time it is but from the looks of it, its evening with the sky filled with the most beautiful sunset I've seen. See Tris, that's one nice thing that happened today.
My posture is stiff when I turn to face him. He's sitting upright on the couch with his legs stretched across the seats. I didn't bother to try and put him in some clothes and I feel slightly guilty because goose bumps are on his skin and he's cold. I pick up the black and grey blanket my mother gifted him all those years ago and throw it at him before heading to his kitchen. I know this kitchen like the back of my hand so finding ibuprofen is not difficult but it seems as if finding liquor is easier. Numerous bottles are litter the marble counter with their seals cracked open, half way finished. My eyes wander past the shot glass with the light pink lipstick stain while I grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
I return to the living room to find him with his head in hands. He drags his palms against his face and I'm assured he's sober now.
"Drink it." I say holding out the pills to him along with the bottled water.
He looks up at me, his eyes filled with tears. Is he actually sorry?
When his shaky fingers go to take the pills from my hand he strokes my palm and I shy away from his touch as if it burned me.
"Please... Don't touch me." I say with a shaky voice.
Tobias just stares at me before swallowing the pills. I think we both might cry soon. I move to sit on the other couch and grab another blanket draping it across myself.Great it smells like him too.
"Tris I cannot explain to y-"
"How sorry you are? For what exactly are you sorry for, for sleeping with me? Newsflash Tobias, it takes two to tango. I know running away was an act of cowardice but I came to apologize, to make sure I don't lose my best friend. Though I think my best friend was already far too gone. I know you like your women Tobias, but seriously I come in here to find you with another girl? Literally less than two weeks after we slept with each other?"
"It's not like that Tr-"
"Then what is it like? Enlighten me! Up until three days ago you were leaving messages and inboxing me all the time frantic at my disappearance. If you were actually worried about me you wouldn't have been able to get drunk and end up in bed with someone else."
"Are you turning into Marcus, Tobias? It seems like it to me." I whisper.
I know it's a low blow but he hurt me. I'm not his girlfriend but for him to go and sleep with someone else right after we happened... it makes me feel like I'm not important to him. Like he doesn't care for me or need me the way I need him in my life.
Tobias lets out a deep breath and he slumps over. It's like defeat has taken over him. I feel like we're getting nowhere.
He stands up and walks towards me and then crouches so we're face to face. God he is so handsome.
"I know I struggle with kindness but I am not like him... I won't be like him. I'd rather die." He raises his hands slowly to touch me. When he sees I'm not flinching or shying away, his palm cradles my cheek and runs his thumb over it.
"Tris...I just wanted a break from reality, a reality where I had to face the prospect of you leaving for good. And that scared me shitless. It still does. I can't undo the past twenty four hours but I need you to know that I'm so fucking sorry and it's killing me. I'd never willingly hurt you, you're my lucky charm."
I'm quiet for a moment, absorbing all of what he said. I can't not forgive him; he's the one that literally saved my lifein so many ways.
So I forgive him and silently hope I'm not making a mistake. I give him a small smile, "You know I still don't know why you call me your lucky charm."
He releases the breath he's been holding and chuckles, and for the first time in forever I feel some kind of ease. We're not fine right now but we will be.
"Well you'll just have to wait to find out."
Over the next few weeks everything slowly slipped back into normal. Well that depends what on what actually is considered normal. I went back to my job dealing with Al and his attempts to woe me, but something was wrong. I would feel tired after looking at three to four papers on my desk; my breasts hurt like a bitch. And I needed to pee so often Max, wondered if I had urinary tract infection.
I never told Tobias this was happening to me.
But then I missed my period and then the signs started to add up. I had watched enough TV shows and movies to know that I possibly might be pregnant. The thought of me pregnant at the age of 25 made me nauseous. I was frantic and I called Christina over on a Thursday afternoon when I couldn't keep it to myself any longer.
I sat in the passenger seat of her car and buckled my seatbelt.
"What's going on Tris. You don't look so good."
"I don't feel so good Chris, just drive to the pharmacy please? I'll explain on the way."
"No Tris, you tell me right now or we're going nowhere."
Fuck why is she doing this right now.
"Fine Christina, I need to pick up some pregnancy tests because I might be pregnant!"
She stays silent before asking, "I'm going to be an aunt?"
I bite my lip and nod with tears in my eyes.
Then she just drives.
I let out a sigh as I let go on the stick, relieving myself of the pressure. This is so fucking weird; here I am squatting over a toilet peeing on a stick. When I'm done, I quickly flush the toilet, spread a paper towel and place the stick on the counter. I don't look at it but rather myself in the mirror when I wash my hands.
I exit the bathroom to sit next to Chris on the couch. I sit next to her and place my head on her shoulders and we sit in silence glancing at the clock. It never really occurred to me how much I hurt Chris when I ran off to Colorado. She welcomed me back with open arms and threatened to chop off my hair if I ever left her in the dark like that again. I smile at the memory and shut my eyes.
She nudges me a few minutes later.
"You okay? You're really quiet right now Tris."
"I'm fine Chris... I'll be back"
With every step I take towards the bathroom, panic and fear fill me up.
I enter the bathroom to see the white stick laying against the counter... the plastic that can possibly throw my life upside down. I take a deep breath and open my eyes to see a pink plus sign. Well fuck, I'm pregnant with my best friend's baby.
A/N:Thank you to all who've followed, favourited, reviewed. I'm so amazed. Though I've gotten some pretty interesting reviews so I'd like to clarify a few things.I just wanted to say that I do have a storyline for this fanfic and this is a fourtris story but I hate reading stories that jump right into fourtris therefore fourtris will come, just not right now. And I know Tris is hella angsty but I love angst so I'll try to tone it down too. And you guys will find out why he calls her his lucky charm, just not right now.
The next update will be next Thursday because I have to study for my exams.
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