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Marlene's POV: After Uriah and I went around setting up cameras in everyone's apartments, we finally got back to his place. Now, I think he completely forgot we also have to do the dare, so I need to tell him. To tell you the truth, I am really nervous. I know I may seem strong and brave, but I am also... A virgin. I don't think Uriah is though, he seems so confident, I'm sure he's had sex with lots of girls. My thoughts are interrupted when he slams his bedroom door open.

"Okay," he says casually clasping his hands together, "do you want to get it over with now or?..." He begins and I cut him off.

"Oh no, it doesn't matter... We can do it when ever, it's up to you." I respond trying to hide my nervousness, all it does is make things more awkward. Uriah shrugs his shoulders and walks towards his kitchen. He goes into his pantry and pulls out a paper bag that begins to ruffle. He puts it in the microwave and sets it to three minutes. "What's that for?" I ask curiously.

"Oh, I'm making some popcorn, I just figured we could watch a movie and get our minds off things... You know, to make it less awkward between us?" He responds certain it is a great idea. I just nod my head and begin to mess with some papers on his counter. A few minutes later, his microwave beeps. Quickly, he opens the door and grabs the popcorn bag. He rips open the crease and a smoke like puff comes out of the bag. Uriah coughs and I giggle. For some reason when people are in pain, I laugh, I don't know why, so I guess it's just a dauntless thing.

"Okay," Uriah says giving me a small glare which soon disappears from his face, "have you ever done the dauntless popcorn challenge?" He asks waiting for my answer.

"Duh," I answer cockily, "I've only been in the dauntless compound for like, all of my life!" Uriah smirks, and walks toward me with the bag. He puts his arm around me and puts his lips to my ear. It gives me a cold chill, but I ignore it.

"Maybe, but you've never done it the way I do." He whispers flirtily and walks to a cabinet grabbing a two large bowls that are at least two times the size of the popcorn bag. He pours the popcorn into the bowls evenly and tosses the popcorn bag into the trash as if it is not a big deal.

"Ahem," he clears his throat, "so, first, you pour the popcorn in the bowl and then go to your fridge. You find the most disgusting, smelly, spicy, crapy edible thing you can find and get it out. Then, you grab the most delicious, gooey, warm, tasty, crunchy food you can find and get it out as well." As he is explaining, he gets out the following items:

Extreme hot sauce

Mayonnaise

Moldy cheese

Cat food

Dog poop

Raw meat

Sardines

And a jar of yellow liquid.

Then, he gets out the good items:

Hot fudge

Peanut butter

Cream cheese frosting

Caramel

Oreos

Thin mints

And sprinkles

"Okay, next, I get a hat and put the names of the following items in it. Then, we each draw five names from the hat and add the items to the popcorn. But the catch is, you don't put the names back after you have drawn them, and you cannot redraw." He begins to write down the names of each item on paper and puts each piece of paper in the hat. Uriah mixes the names and hold out the hat in front of me.

"Go ahead, pick one, and no looking!" He reminds me as I gulp. Uriah knows I hate almost everything he added to the bad list, but I grab a name anyway. "Mayonnaise" is what the paper says. I don't mind mayo, but Uriah begins laugh evilly. I roll my eyes and scoop up the mayo. I pour some of it into the popcorn. Not enough to make me sick though.

"Your turn," I continue and take the hat from his hands. Uriah reaches his hand in a grabs a paper that says, "hot fudge".

"Yes!" He exclaims grabbing the fudge and pouring it all into his popcorn. The game

continues on and we each end up with a mix of both gross and good.

"Okay Uriah, we both take a bite at the count of three. One, two, three!" I count as he quicky reaches into his bowl and takes a huge bite. I laugh, because I wasn't going to each this shit! Uriah spits it out as he watches me laugh.

"Ewe I think I tasted the dog poop!" He squeaks as he scrapes his tongue. This makes me laugh more, and I close my eyes for a moment. When I least expect it, Uriah grabs his bowl and dumps it onto my head. I gasp, and stop laughing. Uriah begins to laugh, so I grab my bowl and dump it on his head. We begin to pour the left over items onto each other, and once he is out of this items, we look at each other.

Uriah looks like a big blob of randomness. I laugh and so does he. I think I look like a freak too, but I don't care. We both laugh until we sink down to the floor. I catch my breath and he puts his arm around me.

"You see? Now wasn't that fun?" He questions me laughing.

"It's not going to be fun when you clean up this mess," I tell him trying to control my voice. He shrugs and I lean into his shoulder. He closes his eyes, and leans into kiss me. I grab a hand full of crap off of my face and smoosh it into his mouth. A startled look crosses his face, and I laugh. Then, he begins to laugh too. He pushes me to the ground and kisses me.

"Ewe," I gag, "your breath tastes like dog shit!" I chuckle.

"I knew it was the dog poop I tasted!" He answers hovering over me. I cover my mouth, trying to hide my smile. Quickly, I change the subject.

"Well," I start, pushing him off of me, "I better take a shower, I don't like smelling like sardines." I stand up and begin to walk towards his bathroom, when he replies.

"Perfect timing. I've always wanted to have sex in the shower."

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