A/N:
So I didn't get the 65 reviews as I was hoping for, but I decided to update anyways.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter because THERE SHALL BE FOURTRIS!
Now who doesn't love some FourTris fluff?

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I were Veronica Roth, I'm not, so I don't own Divergent.

Four spots me and smiles nervously. I smile genuinely back.

"So, you're wearing your glasses," I say once I am in earshot of his location. I end up sitting down next to him and find myself smirking. The tension in his face seems to drain a bit at my presence.

"Just for you," he says. I feel my face flushing a deep red. I touch my palms to my face in an attempt to get my freaking cheeks to chill a little.

Why does he make me feel this way? I never blush!

"So what did you want to talk with me about?" I ask. The tension and nervousness in his face suddenly returns. I already know what he wants, I just need to hear him say it again.

"Tris, I'm so sorry. I - I don't know how to say this." He runs his fingers through his hair, making it stick up. "I regret what I did to you. I regret everything. All of it."

I stare at him dumbfounded. I knew he at least had to feel bad about it. I never thought I was actually correct.

"Then why did you do it?" I ask, clearly confused. I can feel tears in my eyes threatening to spill over. I have wanted to cry for the past two days.

"Marcus," is all he says. The color drains from his face. "He threatened to hurt you." I can see his jaw clench at the mention of his father's name.

"Yeah, okay, but why. I was so broken after what you did. I kept thinking that I wasn't good enough; that there was something wrong with me. I was so depressed after that," I tell him. And I honestly was. I would cry for no reason; I would wear baggy clothes; I wouldn't talk to anyone.

I felt useless.

My thoughts are interrupted when I feel his fingers intertwine with my own. My heart rate speeds up, and I stare at him in disbelief.

What the hell is he doing?!

"Why? ...Because I liked you. I do like you. Present tense. He somehow found out, and you know him. He got all pissed and said I had to ditch you and shit. You were my best friend, I couldn't let him do that to you...couldn't let him hurt you like me." He adjusts his glasses with his free hand. I haven't seen him do that in years. "I obviously couldn't tell you I liked you more than a friend…I wasn't sure you liked me like that," he says. "I decided to finally take a new approach; decided to be a little more…dauntless." He says it with a smirk.

I look at our hands; our fingers tangled together.

"Now the real question is: Do you like me too?" he asks me. I think I hear his voice shake a little.

Do I like him? I mean, all of a sudden I feel so much better around him. I'm always trying to keep myself from blushing when he looks at me; when our arms accidently brush; when he makes eyes contact with me.

I guess…I do like him.

I nod and squeak out a strangled "Yes."

The tension and stress leaves his face again, and I think I hear him mumble, "Thank God."

Before I know what is even happening, he roughly takes my face in his hands. He leans forwards and kisses me on the lips. At first, I don't know how to respond. I have never actually kissed anyone before. But I find my lips moving in sync with his, and it feels so….right. Like nothing in the world matters; just him and me and this kiss.

He pulls away after about twenty seconds, and at first I am afraid I did something wrong. I honestly don't know what is considered correct in spit swapping.

When did I become so self-conscience of this shit?

My previous thoughts are dismissed when I see him smile. He pulls my head back to his and kisses me with more confidence; more sure of himself. Like he is sure that he wants to waste his spit on me. My hands are at my sides, I'm not sure what I do with them, but I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and entangle my fingers in his hair. I feel his nose skim mine, and I instantly feel a shock of electricity shoot through me. We both pull back for air, and I think I have never been happier with him.

"God, Four, I didn't know you had it in you," I joke. I gently push his now falling glasses back on his face.

"Do me a favor," he says more of a command than a question.

"Anything."

"Don't call me that. It's nice to hear my name again. Only when we are in private, though," he requests. I nod and press my forehead against his, his glasses pushing gently against my eyebrows.

"Do we tell our friends about…whatever this is?" I ask him, not sure if we or boyfriend and girlfriend or what.

"Well, what do you want this to be?" he asks, his lips brushing mine on some of the words that he says.

I shrug, my arms still around his neck, my hands still in his hair.

"Would you like to go out with me, Tris?" he says. I nod and smile. "Then we shouldn't tell them. Frankly, I don't think your friends like me." He smiles.

"What about your friends?" I ask. "Do they like me?"

He ponders this question for a moment.

"I don't know…they never really met you officially. We may just have to change that," he says with a boyish grin playing on his lips.

"Oh, so you don't talk about me?" I joke. He shakes his head and presses his mouth against mine again. I know what to do this time.

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that," he says.

"Me neither."

I drive home after Four - Tobias - walks me to my car. We hold hands while walking and talking about stupid things. He kisses me goodbye. I couldn't stop smiling the entire drive back.

I walk in the front door, and almost instantly my brother asks me what's wrong with me.

I almost never smile.

"Oh, you know. Sun shining, birds chirping," I respond, my obnoxious grin never leaving my face. I fix my blue highlighted hair back into a neater ponytail.

"Mom! I think Beatrice is high!" my brother yells, sounding genuinely worried about me. "What do you and your friends do at school?!" he asks.

I slap his arm.

"Yo, quit it. I'm not high, I'm just…happy," I say. He gives me a questioning look, but I ignore him and make my way to my room.

I take my phone out and instantly check to see if I have any messages.

I'm not surprised when I see one from Four.

I mean Tobias.

F/T: Hey… Just wanted to make sure you got home safely ;)

I smile. Since when does he care so much about me?

T: Yeah, I'm fine Mr. Overly-Concerned-Boyfriend ;)

God, I'm turning into Christina. I shiver at the thought.

F/T: Well sorry I care.

...Did I see u call me ur boyfriend, Tris?

Damn. Even his freaking text messages make me blush.

What the hell is wrong with me?! I'm getting softer!

T: Not really…do u want me 2...?

He doesn't respond for a good five minutes.

I finally hear my phone buzz, indicating a message from him.

F/T: Yes.

That night, after finishing the highly dreaded homework that I didn't finish in study hall and dodging embarrassing questions from my brother at dinner, I get the best sleep I have gotten in quite a while.

A/N:

WASN'T THAT ADORABLE.

Anyways, F&F.

Not much to say in this A/N…

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~thatrandomdivergent