"Your breathe smells like vagina," she chuckled and led him into the restaurant.

Tris led Four into the restaurant and sat at a table that had already been set. Both of them had a glass of wine already prepared and menus settled in front of them. Tris had beaten Four to the restaurant by a long-shot. so, she decided to take charge for once and get everything all set up. But Four couldn't help but wonder, why was she standing outside? It's like she could either sense him turning the corner or she was doing something else. He hadn't known her long, but he did know (at least he thought) that she wasn't one who smoked or took heavily to those types of things. She really wasn't, but lately the pressure had been on and she was falling back into her smoking.

"Ummmm Tris," Four stuttered abruptly, "I'm not sure if this is something you would consider personal, but why were you standing outside when I pulled up if the table was already set?"

"I was being nice for a change, waiting for you. Never done that for a date?"

"1) thanks for saying this is a date; I wasn't sure. 2) I may be no candor, but I know you're lying, Tris. You can tell me anything. There's nothing you've seen that I haven't; I would suppose."

"Look can we talk about this later. I don't want to ruin our date with my issues. The pressure's been on, I've been traveling, and I have a kid. okay?"

"Okay." (SORRY I HAD TO DO IT! Okay)

They ordered their food and engaged in mindless banter. **Ring Ring Ring**

She gave Four an apologetic smile and answered it. "Hey, Susan, what's the deal...Ah huh...Yeah, that's totally fine...Tell her I'd love to... Okay see you at 9...Love both of guys! Good night!"

"Sorry... I have the Kingsley this weekend, but where were we?" She asked as the waiter placed their plates in front of them.

They stood outside afterwards. Four had been thinking since Tris told him that times were hard on her at the moment. He hadn't really said much since that, obviously devoured in thought. He had finally mustered up enough courage to invite her to his place. For once in his life, he didn't invite a girl over for the pleasures. It was somehow different with Tris. He just wanted to have good clean fun with her for once and get to know the girl better. The only things he could tell his friends about he and Tris's relationship, in its current state whatever that was, was explicit details that left nothing for them to fantasize about. Mean while, all of them could tell him what color Raven's eyes were in the sun, what size shoe Christina wore, Bryce's favorite color, how soft Marlene's hair was, or even their favorite places to go. Four was just so shallow that he thought his friends would always be immature dudes who loved narrated porn (from first hand experience of course), but now they had all gotten deeper. They had decided that eventually their hook ups would end up badly. Either with diseases or kids, and they weren't ready for either.

"Tris, I was wondering, would you, maybe, want to come over to my place for the night?"

"Look Four, I'm flattered, but I can't screw around tonight. I have to spend the day with my kid tomorrow and I can't go home laid. I'm sorry. Some other time?"

"I'm...I'm not trying to have sex with you tonight, Tris. I just feel like I should get to know somebody who I want in my life for a long time better. You know? I promise: no drinks, no sex, just bonding. Deal?"

"Deal. I'll follow you. Wait, did you say that you want me in your life for a long time?"

"Yes. Yes I did," Four smiled and walked to his car. Tris was awestruck. She'd mever experienced a guy telling her that he basically wanted her and not for sex. She was mesmorized. She knew how hard it must've been for him to say that it wasn't sex he wanted. The whole meal she could see the gears turning in his head like clockwork, but she couldn't think of why. She got in her car and followed behind him. The ride was only 10 minutes, but it felt like eternity. She wanted him now. Only because she'd said no her hormones craved the exact opposite

Four led her to his restroom. He tossed her a big shirt, and just stood in the doorway.

"You know, most people don't watch their guest change," Tris narrowed her eyes.

"Do you mind if I watch then?"

"No"

"Alright me something about yourself. Something I can't see from the outside."

"I'm pretty messed up. All on the inside, I'm pretty messed up, and it kills me," she answered bluntly, not even giving the question a second thought, stripping down to her lace bra and thong. All the while she changed, she and Four never broke eye contact. He wanted to ask more, but knew that he shouldn't. He wasn't one to prod because he remembers back in grade school when teachers, counselors, and coaches would try and get him to spill his guts all over their desks. "You can ask more if you want. If you're gonna be around a while, I guess you should know."

"No it's fine. I want you to be comfortable. I'll just be on the couch," and he walked away from her. She just stood there and folded her top and skirt neatly. She walked back out to the main area and laid down with her head in his lap. Just as Four thought she'd dosed off, she started talking.

"I've always been a whore. I could never say no. Once I started, I was hooked. I think my mom was the first to figure it out, but she was totally fine with it for the most part. She bought me pills and hid it well from my dad. Then one night after a game, I went out like I always did. I got home around 3 and my dad was sitting in his recliner with a book. He threw it at me. I fell and it landed beside me. In sharpie on the cover it said 'To Beatrice' in her bold handwriting.

"He just kicked me in the ribs and walked away. I went in my room and I started reading the thing. The last page was one sentence and her signature. I swear that sentence still haunts me. 'I'll just be going on my way now' She left and I was stuck with Andrew...I got heavy on cigarettes...Caleb started dealing to keep us fed. That wasn't Andrew's priority anymore... I was prego...Andrew tried to beat the baby out... She was premature...Caleb and Susan helped me out ... The police were beating down the door. Caleb was dead... I had to finish senior year...I got drafted... i moved Susan and Kingsley her with me... I still go around screwing guys... Just recently got back into smoking...Now I'm here. Your turn."

"I'm not as deep as you. I went to this party in sophomore year. I got drunk for the first time. Smoked for the first time. This girl named Jamison, I f*ck*d her. My dad started beating me when I was 8. My mom walked out on us too. I barely graduated. Then, they drafted me. I've been screwing girls worse than I screwed Jamison. I did her so good that she was crying,Tris. And then I met you and you wouldn't even cry for me. Thats how I knew I just had to know you. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

"Which title do you like better? Bed-buddy or Girlfriend?"

hey guys. So this chapter took a bit to write, but its done now. Please review! Should i include the other friends relationships?