Author's note: I made this a little longer so I hope you enjoy :) Let's see if we can get 40 reviews?
Four Pov:
Tris, Ian, Caleb, and I hop into my car. I slide my keys in and twist; the engine roars to life. I back out of Tori's house and drive to the Prior's. Tris is sitting in the passenger seat staring into space. Truth be told, I am worried about Tris. First the damage from her abusive dad, Peter's attack, and then I discover that she has nightmares about a car crash with her mom. That is more than enough problems for a lifetime. I am afraid that she might hit her breaking point and resort to something...like cutting.
I shutter at the thought and turn on the radio. "What kind of music do you guys listen to?" I ask. "Oh, um, Country or Gospel, or Christian Rock." Caleb answers. "Mostly country." Ian tells me. I flip through the stations and find a country one. The radio announcer tells us that 'This is how we roll' by Florida Georgia line and Luke Bryan is up next.
The mixtape's got a little Hank, little Drake
A little something bumping, thump, thumping on the wheel ride
The mix in our drink's a little stronger than you think
So get a grip, take a sip of that feel right
The truck's jacked up, flat bills flipped back
Yeah you can find us where the party's at
Ian and Caleb start singing along. Tris soon joins in. Tris looks back at Ian and Caleb and they all start to sing louder with huge grins on their faces. I join in as well. We aren't good but we don't care.
This is how we roll
We hanging round singing out everything on the radio
We light it up with our hands up
This is how we roll
This is how we do
We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby
This is how we roll
Yeah baby this is how we roll
We rollin' into town
With nothing else to do we take another lap around
Yeah holla at your boy if you need a ride
If you roll with me yeah you know we rollin' high
Up on them 37 Nittos, windows tinted hard to see though
How fresh my baby is in the shotgun seat oh
Them kisses are for me though, automatic like a free throw
This life I live it might not be for you but it's for me though
Let's roll!
This is how we roll
We hanging round singing out everything on the radio
We light it up with our hands up
This is how we roll
This is how we do
When the world turns ugly I just turn and look at you baby
This is how we roll
[Luke Bryan:]
Yeah we're proud to be young
We stick to our guns
We love who we love and we wanna have fun
Yeah we cuss on them Mondays
And pray on them Sundays
Pass it around and we dream about one day
This is how we roll
We hanging round singing out everything on the radio
We light it up with our hands up
This is how we roll
This is how we ride
We slingin' up the mud, cuttin' through the countryside baby
This is how we roll
Yeah this is how we roll
This is how we roll
This is how we do
We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby
This is how we roll
Yeah this is how we roll
I pull into the Prior's driveway as the song ends. I get out of the car and grab the boxes from the back of the truck. I hand everyone a box and we walk inside. I follow Tris up to her room, since I think the boys can handle themselves if anything happens. She takes a deep breath and opens the door to her room. Her walls are covered in posters; you can hardly see the black paint on her walls. The posters are anywhere from the old classic movies to the most recent. She has one of her walls Stacked with bookcases. "This may take awhile." I hear her mutter.
Tris Pov:
While cleaning my room out, I find a picture of my family. It was taken when i was six years old. Mom was behind me with her hands on my shoulders. Ian and Caleb were to the sides of us making funny faces. Dad had taken the photo. I erupt into sobbs over the photo. Four comes over and sits next to me. He places his hands on my shoulders and his chin on my head. I lean into him.