A/N: I'm just going to jump straight into this chapter, so enjoy! Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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"Dance, dance We're falling apart to half time Dance, dance And these are the lives you love to lead Dance, this is the way they'd love If they knew how misery loved me" - Dance, Dance, Fall Out Boy

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In all of my sixteen and a half years, I never thought I would be standing awkwardly in a room full of giddy girls (and Lynn) preparing for the Homecoming dance. Christina invited me to get ready with her and "the girls" at her house, which I kindly accepted. Not because I wanted too, but because Christina is a good friend and I don't want to disappoint her.

All to soon, it's my turn to get changed into my dress. Christina picked it out for me the same day we ran into Molly at the mall. It was the only dress I could fit into, due to me being so small for my age, so I bought it. As I change out of my deep purple sweatshirt and jeans I hear how anxious Christina and Marlene are too leave.

"Hurry up Tris." Christina whines from behind the bathroom door. I hear the other two girls murmurs of approval as I finally slip my dress on. When I open the door to reveal myself, the girls go silent.

"What?" I ask, looking down to see if I got any makeup on the dress or tore it. When I look back up at my friends, they all squeal (minus Lynn).

"Tris you are so pretty!" Marlene compliments.

"Yeah, I mean...damn. Black really is your color." Christina chimes in. They both turn to Lynn, who hasn't made a sound since I arrived.

"You look nice." She says grumpily.

I look back down at my dress. It's nothing too fancy, just a simple knee length black dress with black lace sleeves that stop at my wrists paired with black heels Christina lent me (the heels are one size too big, but I didn't tell Christina that. She'd probably freak out and think she had big feet or something). My makeup is simple, not to much mascara and a bit of lip gloss. And my hair was just straighten a bit and kept down.

"Thanks...I guess." I say, unsure how to reply to their kind compliments.

"We should probably head downstairs, the guys are going to pick us up any minuet." Marlene says, checking her phone.

"Let's go get our party on!" Christina whoops, earning an eye roll from Lynn and a loud laugh from Marlene. I smile to myself, glad I have such great friends...and whatever Lynn considers me too be.

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When I get into Uriah's van, I'm surprised to see Four sitting in the back along with Zeke and Shauna, who seem to be in the middle of a heated make out session. I smile at him and he sends me a brief smile back, his ocean like eyes scanning my body. I climb into the van, attempting to make my way over towards Four when a voice stops me, forcing me to sit down.

"Hey Tris, you look nice." It's Al. I end up sitting down next to him, while Christina takes a seat next to Will, Marlene sits up front with Uriah and Lynn awkwardly sits next to an equally stone faced Four, whos expression has compleatley changed since when I first got into the van.

"Thank you." I say politely. The next minuet or so is filled with awkward silence and the sounds of Zeke and Shauna's lips smacking against eachother. Thankfully Uriah breaks the silence.

"Hey Four, mind hooking your phone up to the speakers so we can listen to some music?" He asks, most likely to drown out the sound of his brother's heated make out session.

"Sure." Four grumbles, taking the white wire from Marleen and plugging it into his phone. I'm instantly greeted by the familiar sound of Bring Me The Horizon's "Sleepwalking". The mix of screaming and music is perfect, making it one of my favorite songs.

"Ugh, turn this crap off!" Christina shouts over the music, covering her ears.

"No!" Four and I shout at the same time. He shots me his legendary crooked smile, causing me to blush. Stop it! I tell myself. You can't feel this way about him!

"You actually like this, Tris?" Marlene asks, a bit shocked.

"Yeah, why?" I shrug off her surprise at my liking of more alternative music.

"It's just...I never expected you to be the type of person who listens to...this music." Marlene pieces together her sentence awkwardly, not sure what to say. The song ends and a more Pop like one begins as the car settles back into the awkward silence.

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The Homecoming dance is set up in our gym, as most Homecoming dances are (according to all teen movies). Red and black streamers dangle from the ceiling and silver star balloons are scattered around the edge of the basketball court outlines. As soon as we step into through the doors, everyone seems to scatter around the gym.

Zeke takes the flask of Vodka he hid in his suit pocket and rushes off towards the refreshments, Shauna follows him to make sure he doesn't get caught spiking the punch. Christina pulls Will onto the dance floor to get him to "loosen up" as she put it. Marlene and Uriah follow their example, although the two of them are already loose enough. Lynn walks off to go hang out with her other friends, a group of alternative rocker types lead by a guy who calls himself Billie Joe in honor of the lead singer of Green Day, Billie Joe Armstrong. This leaves Four and I awkwardly standing in the sidelines, watching everyone else having fun.

"So..." I say awkwardly, trying to break the tension.

"Have you had a chance to listen to any of those songs I downloaded for you yet?" Four asks. I nod.

"Yeah. I loved them all." He grins.

"Which songs are your favorites?" I hesitate for a moment before answering his difficult question.

"Cemetary Drive, Weightless, Sugar We're Going Down, Hallelujah and Misery Buissnes." Four raises an eyebrow at the mention of Cemetary Drive.

"You like Cemetary Drive too?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised it's one of My Chemical Romance's unpopular songs. It has so much...meaning. I can really feel Gerard's pain."

"You know the lead singer's name?" Four's grin grows.

"Yeah, I mean...I did my research." He opens his mouth as if to say something, but he is interrupted.

"Hi Four, wanna dance?" It's one of the cheerleaders...Monique I think her name is. She isn't dressed like a total slut, but I can tell by the way she flirts with Four that this isn't her first rodeo, if you know what I mean. (A/N: I'm sorry, I grew up in the south before moving to Chicago, it's what I do!).

"Uh...sorry but no. I'm here with my...uh...date, Tris. Isn't that right Tris?" Four lies and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. I feel my cheeks heat up at his gesture, even though it's only to get Monique to leave him alone.

"That's right, sorry." I say, genuinely sorry. Monique's eyes have a glint of dissapointment in them, but she eventually walks away without another word. Unfortunately, her exit causes Four to release me, although he doesn't do it right away. He holds onto me for at least thirty seconds before leaning down close to my ear.

"You look good Tris." He whispers. I know for a fact that my face is now bright red. "I was going to tell you earlier, but Al beat me too it." With that, he releases me from his surprisingly comforting grasp as Christina runs up to me, sweaty and excited and pulls me towards the dance floor without a single word.

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After about an hour of constant dancing, I feel out of breath. I tell Christina I'm going to take a breather outside before making my way towards the back exit. The exit leads me towards the frost covered football field. I was an idiot to come out here without a coat, it's the end of October for hells sake.

Ignoring the cold air that nips at my legs, I take a seat on the even colder bleachers that are meant for the football players before they go out to play on the field. The field is silent, causing my mind to wander, specifically words the memory of Four's warm breath against my ear. Did he really mean what he said, about me looking good? I mean, I've been complimented by boys before, but I never really felt...giddy about it.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching across the grassy field. I look up to see Four standing in front of me, wearing his crooked smile.

"Hey."

"Hi." I respond. He sits next to me on the bench, a bit closer than normal friends would.

"What are you doing out here?" He questions.

"I got tired of dancing and needed some fresh air. What about you?"

"Got tired of just standing around doing nothing other than shooting down the occasional girl." He leans back in his seat sighing. "God, I hate school dances."

"I wouldn't know, this is my first one." I say, playing with the hem of my dress. "But I can tell why you hate them." I feel Four's eyes burning into my skin and look up at him.

"Aren't you cold?"

"No." I reply, trying to act tough, but of course just as I finish my sentence a breeze of cold air hits my body and I shiver.

"Here, take my jacket." He says, moving to take off his suit coat.

"No, I couldn't." But I'm too late, he's already holding out the coat.

"Take it." He demands.

"Alright alright, God so demanding." I joke as I slip on the suit jacket, which is three times to large for me. He laughs his deep and...sexy laugh. We stay silent for a moment, not looking at eachother. After what seems like forever, he finally speaks.

"Tris," I look back up at him and notice how close our lips are. The thought of his lips on mine sends that warm feeling coursing through my body. He leans in slightly, and so do I. And just as our lips are millimeters apart, a bloodcurdling scream pierces our ears.

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A/N: So there was part one out of two of the homecoming extravigensa...I really need some sleep. Anyways, sorry to leave you guys with a cliff hanger, but I'll be back soon, promise. And since FourTris is coming extremely soon, please let me know if I mess anythingwhat up with relationship stuff, since I have never had a boyfriend before. Review what you think happened or any constructive criticism!

More To Come,

~Sparkulz