Hey guys, hope you like the story so far, more exciting things are coming up don't worry x
Starting off in Tris' pov:
I wake to Tobias stirring next to me. His warm embrace is wrapped around me, holding me in a cocoon of his scent. My back is pressed against his strong chest. I can feel the muscles expanding under his soft cotton shirt every time he breathes. I am at peace...
"Shit!" I half-scream, bolting upright in bed. Tobias shoots up as well, eyes open despite the fact he had been asleep only 3 seconds ago.
"What?" He asks urgently, voice still heavy with sleep. I ignore him and look at my digital clock. The neon numbers flash 9:26 at me and I groan, and with a thwump I thud back onto my pillow.
Tobias, eventually deciding it's nothing too serious after seeing my reaction, hesitantly joins me.
"Trissy...?"
"Hmm?"
"What was that for?" Tobias asks, propping himself up on one elbow. He uses the other hand to draw random patterns on my stomach. When I glance at him, he has a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Well first of all we have school." I say, sighing. Tobias' smile dissipates. "But I was going to stay home anyway... which leads us to reason 2, well, you know how I told you that my mum is coming for a visit?"
I get a curt nod of understanding.
"Well I may have forgotten to mention she's coming today." Tobias grins, "At 10 o'clock." I add.
Tobias takes a look at the time and purses his lips.
"Well..."
"Sorry?" I say sheepishly. He smirks. "I mean, I know I should have told you but I was upset about my father and then Lauren happened and-"
My rambling is cut off my Tobias gently, but firmly, gripping the back on my neck and crashing our lips together. I run my hands through his messy hair and scoot closer to him. He pulls me so our bodies are perfectly aligned and still, he kisses me. I break apart, softly gasping for breath, but Tobias starts dotting kisses from my lips down, along my jaw, and back up again. His hands wander hesitantly over my waist to my backside, but he doesn't touch it. I am thankful that he respects that I don't want to go too fast, but a part of me wishes his hands kept wandering.
I suddenly feel a burst of bravery, and without separating our lips, I flip myself over so I am on top of Tobias and straddling him. He grins against my lips and slips his tongue in. After a few minutes of this, I pull apart gently and smile at him. He returns the smile and leans in again but I stop him with a single finger on his lips. He frowns.
"We have to get ready. C'mon," I hop off him. A moan comes from behind me and I turn around, laughing as I see Tobias pulling the sheet back over his head and hiding.
"You're acting like a 3 year old, Tobias." I scold, still giggling.
"Well I'm actually 4," came his mumbled reply, "and what do you mean 'we'? It's your mother."
I scoff and roll my eyes, "You're staying as well, idiot."
He shoots up in bed, "What?"
"It's time you met my mother." I tell him with a smirk.
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TOBIAS POV:
I trudged downstairs behind Tris, protesting weakly.
"You haven't seen your mum in ages, I'm not going to intrude." I state.
She turns around, a skeptical expression written all over her face, "You're not bloody intruding Tobias, I'm asking you."
"And I'm declining the offer."
"You're staying. See? Now, I'm demanding you." I smirk. God, she's sexy when she demands things. We walk into the kitchen and Tris strolls over to the cupboard. She climbs onto the counter and stands up, reaching for one of the higher cabinets, as she is too small to reach it from the ground.
I watch her with raised eyebrows.
"You do know you have a boyfriend," I start and she turns around glaring playfully,"Who is actually quite tall. In fact, tall enough to reach the cabinet," Tris snorts,"And he is in no way physically disabled."
"Mentally though..." She mutters under her breath.
"I heard that." I mutter back.
Tris rips open the pancake mix she just picked out from the cupboard. She gets out numerous bowels and then turns to me, lips pursed and hands on hips.
"Do you know how to make pancakes?"
I grin at her before snatching the mix out of her hands as she playfully shoves me.
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9:41.
"Tris," I look over to where she's silently munching on flowery pancakes. Her eyes meet mine and I show her the time that is displayed on my phone.
"Well shitty shit shit." She looks down at her pancake batter-covered pj's and then back up to me, scrunching up her face,"I need to shower!"
"Yeah well so do I," I say, gesturing at my clothes as well,"You know... we could save time and water if we showered together?" I smirk and wink.
Tris blushes a deep red and turns her death glare on,"Tobias you little perv!"
"Is that a yes?" I say laughing.
"I am 16! No I am not showering with you," A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth but she refuses to let it show completely.
"I know I'm only joking with you," I pull her in for a hug and kiss her, "You taste like pancakes."
"Wonder why," She mutters, untangling herself from me after another long kiss, "I get first shower." She calls out, running up the stairs to the bathroom.
Tris pov:
The shower water washes over me as I hum softly. I start to sing to myself one of my favorite songs- Stay by Rhianna.
"Not really sure how to feel about it," I put conditioner in my hair, "But something in the way you move, makes me feel like I can't live without you."
The conditioner flows down my body in a white bubbly streak.
"And it takes me all the way. I want you to stay."
Suddenly there came a loud shout from my bedroom. Tobias is yelling something, so I scrunch up my face and listen more intently.
"-voice is amazing. And when are you getting out there is 8 and a half minutes until your mum is supposed to be coming." I grin, turn off the water and hop out, wrapping my big fluffy towel around me as I do so. It is warm and steamy in the bathroom, so the bitter air hits me like a fist when I walk out to my room with my wet hair dripping on the towel around me. Tobias' eyes skim over me, making me blush, before he runs to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on seconds later. After throwing on denim jeans, a white top and a black cardigan, I realize there is nothing left for me to do.
Now I am alone, nerves are starting to flutter in my stomach. My mother- Natalie Prior- has always been caring and just motherly, but also judgmental and highly fashionable, as she owns a line of clothing. Sometimes I feel pressure being around her because she expects me to be something I'm not. I am not girly, nor fashionable, elegant, or graceful. Black is my favorite color (which my mother does not approve of), I wear the same type of outfit every day (black pants, black shoes, a jacket), and although I dance and sing and play various instruments, I am clumsy and sometimes rude. The fact my father shot me should have brought us closer, but it seems as though mum didn't want to be around someone emotionally unstable.
Of course now I am okay. I am in control of my mind, no one can take that privilege from me, but after they finished surgery on me and I was in rehab, I was lost. My mind was the ocean, a swirling mess of currents. And I was in the middle of it, getting thrown against the rocks but never drowning, out of control of my brain, a stranger in my own head. I suppose mum didn't want to get dragged in the mess. Her designer clothing was too expensive for that.
I am broken out of my reverie by the doorbell ringing. Its sound chimes through the quiet house and I start towards the door. Tobias must have heard it too, because I hear the unmistakable sound of the shower nozzle turning and the last drops of water pelting the tiles.
My palms are sweaty. In habit, I wipe them on my thighs. I shouldn't be this nervous, it is only my mother, not the Queen. My mother who raised me, taught me, left me. Tris get a hold on yourself she loves you and the visit is not going to be awkward in the slightest. Positive thinking. That's okay, lying to myself is easy.
I am startled upon realizing I've reached the door. The polished wood and cold hard handle repels my hand. I have not seen my mother in a while. The fact that I have to face her now, is daunting. I suppose it is even in the small moments in life I have to push back my fear, and be dauntless.
Tobias comes up behind me, his hair speckled with water drops. His muscles defined by the simple black t-shirt he wears. I feel one of his hands on my waist and see the other reaching for the doorknob.
"Beatrice!" My mother trills from outside, obviously impatient. Tobias raises an eyebrow.
"Where do you think Tris came from?" I mumble and he opens the door quickly and I mutter a thanks before attempting to smile.
A woman stands on my front porch, clad in a beige, high-fashioned suit. Her tight smile does not reach her piercing eyes, but there is a certain warmth that radiates from her. With cheekbones as sharp as knives, long lashes and dark hair, my mother truly is beautiful.
"Tris?" She says, almost like a question.
"Hi mum."
There is a moment, like tottering on the edge of a cliff, where we are not sure whether to hug or not.
Then we fall.
Mum steps forward slightly, but the small movement makes me brave. I meet her halfway and we embrace. All my doubts about her visit dissipate along with the tension in the air. God, I've missed her.
"Honey," Mum begins,"I don't mean to alarm you but there is a man standing behind you."
I hear Tobias chuckle and so I pull away from mum.
"Mum, uh, this is my boyfriend T-Four." I stammer.
She raises an eyebrow,"Four? Like the number?"
"Exactly like the number," Tobias says, flashing my mum a crooked grin that melts my heart.
"Well," Mum says happily,"it's lovely to meet you."
"You too, Mrs Prior."
"Um... Come in mum." I stutter.
She prances in like she owns the place and I find myself grinning. Typical mum. We all gravitate towards the kitchen and plonk ourselves down on the stools around the bench.
"So, how have you been?" Mum and I ask at the same time. We laugh,"You first mum." I say.
"Well, my fashion shows are going amazing! I have a new collection out and I'm thinking I want to name it after you!" She squeals and I am instantly reminded of Christina.
"That's... that's lovely mum, I'd be... honored." She doesn't notice my awkwardness or the fact I am holding my laugh in. Tobias does.
Mum keeps talking at a rapid pace, excitement building up in her words,"I actually have a new model coming, I'm meeting her at 12.30pm so I'm going to have to leave at 12 I'm sorry Beatrice but this is part of the reason I came to this... town! The model lives here. A girl named Nita, I'm sure you'll like her if I introduced you two!"
It took me a moment to process what she said,"Wait. What do you mean by 'part of the reason' you came here? Wasn't it just because..." Tobias squeezes my hand,"he got released from jail?"
Mum lifts her hand as if dismissing my idea,"Well yes, but that dirtball is not going to get in the way of my career!"
A stone drops and thuds to the bottom of my stomach. I silently scold myself, I should have known this was going to happen. Why wouldn't it? My mother's career came first... over everything.
Over me.
Okay I know this ending sorta sucks but I have extreme writers block again and... yeah. But anyway sorry.
I have a few things to ask everyone. Okay number 1. How should I introduce Al? Number 2. What should happen with Tris' dad? And number 3. Do you like the story?
If you want it to continue, keep reviewing! I'm not going to keep writing if no one reviews, so please give me your thoughts about it x
Thank you, E.K :)
