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"Fine," I mumble, trying to hide my amusement. Tris's eyes light up in excitement as she roughly tears off the clear packaging of the box.

I park the car so I can put my full attention towards watching her amusement. She uses her fingernails to tear the tape off of the box. I have my camera ready to snap a picture of her when she first opens it.

"Oh my god..." she mumbles. I quickly take a picture and show her how it works.

"Wait," I say. "There's still more stuff under the iPad."

I hand her the iPad and I toss the manuals towards the back of the car somewhere. Honestly, everyone knows how to use an iPad. I quickly toss the charger into my backpack and put the iPad box in the trunk of the car.

"Here," I whisper. I guide her fingers to the top of the iPad, where it turns on. Her eyes widen at the screen.

"Tris, I don't think you were meant to be born in this century." I laugh. She narrows her eyes at me but smiles.

Phew.

Much to the excitement of Tris, I let her set up the iPad and she gets a bunch of apps. Good thing I got the one with 4G.

"Tris, I don't have a period. I don't need a tracker!" I say in between laughs.

"You're not the only one that's going to be using this iPad," she says playfully.

I buy all my textbooks on iBooks and we get going to Lakeview.

Ten minutes into the twenty minute drive, Tris finally interrupts the silence.

"What were those condoms in your pocket for?" she says, preoccupied by the iPad.

"You." I blurt out.

She looks up. "Were you planning on pounding me to oblivion or something?" she mutters, anger evident.

"I just dumped the whole box in my pocket. I was rushed by this super hot girl at my door," I wink.

She blushes and changes the subject. "Who was your first kiss? You asked me about mine but you never told me yours."

She doesn't even realize that she's the one, she's my first kiss.

I feel a blush creeping up on my face.

I have the perfect idea. One time I accidentally kissed Tris on the cheek during freshman year.

"It was during freshman year. I slipped and my lips brushed this girls cheek." I don't think she remembers this, because I see her eyes flash with jealousy.

She finally has the guts to say, "Really? What was her name?"

"Her name was Beatrice, but now I call her Tris."

"Four, I don't get you sometimes. You're smoking hot! How was I your first kiss?"

The heat on my neck is probably noticeable.

"Don't call me Four," I murmur. She looks hurt. I explain. "I like to hear my name on your lips."

Finally, we pull into the Lakeview parking lot. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and grab her luggage and run towards the entrance, her not far behind me. Anyone glancing at us would think we are crazy.

I don't want Tris to have to carry any burdens, ever.

I grab mine and Tris's schedules and room keys and head up. I turn around and toss her hers and shout "Room 42!" We race up the stairs, ignoring the elevator, because our room is on the fourth floor anyway.

We finally reach the door to our room.

"Asshole," Tris mutters, out of breath.

"You're just going to have to deal with me," I proclaim.

Our room is simple and pretty boring. I'm sure Tris has some decorations in that heavy luggage. On the left there is one bed, a bookshelf, a desk, and a closet. The right side mirrors the left.

"I call left side," I say as I toss my backpack in the direction of the bed. It's not like I have anything important in there. The iPad is in Tris's purse.

"I doubt I'm even going to be using my bed with the amount of condoms that you have," she says under her breath. I don't think she meant for me to hear.

I throw a pillow at her. "Tris, there's only like ten condoms. I'm sure I'm going to need to buy at least nine more packages." I wink and burst into laughter. She sighs and plops on her bed.

"Tris, I'm kidding. We don't need to have sex." I change the subject. "Let's unpack all that junk you have in there," I say as I point to her three huge bags.

I plop on the floor and drag Tris next to me.

In her first bag she has her laptop, charger, and a bunch of books. I grab her laptop stuff and set it up on her desk. I take off the battery to the laptop and put it in one of the desk drawers I plug in the laptop just as Tris is watching me.

"Why did you take off that huge rectangle?"

"If you keep your laptop plugged in all the time, your battery will get screwed up, and those cost like $200. So if you just need your battery, it's in the bottom drawer."

"Where'd you learn all that stuff?"

"Marcus taught me." I don't mention how I was forced to be taught. He always had problems with his computer and if I didn't figure out how to fix it, I was hit.

But, again, I don't want people's pity.

Beatrice knows not to question me on the topic of Marcus. So, instead, she zips up the bag with the books and tosses it towards me. I catch it.

"Can you put those away? I have to go buy some drinks and stuff to fill up this mini fridge."

Holy shit! Tris brought a mini fridge. They're surprisingly light.

"Alright, see you in 10?"

"You got it." She winks and waves at me as she shuts the door.

Before she shuts it, I whisper, "I love you."

She shouts "I love you too!" in the hallway. I'm sure she woke some people up.

I put her boring books away (like her college textbooks) and pick up an interesting one. It's called Divergent.

I'm flipping through the pages when Tris comes back with a bunch of Coca Cola cans in her arms.

"Let me help you with that," I say.

"I got it. Whatcha looking at?"

Of course she has it. Ugh.

"It's one of your books, Divergent."

"Oh! I picked that up because it was so interesting. There's a girl named Tris and a boy named Four."

"Oh really? And what did Tris and Four do?" I murmur as I walk towards her.

"Fell in love."

"Sounds a lot like us," I whisper.


A long one for you guys (wink).