Chapter 11

Sorry for any British inaccuracies! I'm not actually British (despite my profile, because of a long story). I'm trying my best here. Also, the next chapter will be pretty... different, in terms of what i've been writing so far for this story.


Tobias, Tris, Zeke, Uriah, Shauna, Marlene, Will, and Christina all sat on the floor around a table centrally located in the living room of Tobias's apartment.

"Dumb question," Uriah said after he finished his first slice of pizza. "Do you guys, meaning British, of course, have pizza? I mean, do you even know what it is?"

Tris, Shauna, Christina, Marlene, and Will all laughed.

"Of course," Marlene said. "The five of us would get it much better than this rubbish at Italian markets. We have the standard Pizza Hut and whatnot, but we never order from that dodgy restaurant. Always fresh. And sometimes we'd actually make our own pizza."

The Americans nodded.

"Hm," Uriah said with a smirk. "You should teach me sometime."

Tobias gave a look at Tris across the table, smiling, knowing what Uriah was getting at. And, judging by the way Tris responded with her visage, she knew too.

Marlene smiled and nodded. "That'd be fun."

When Tris thought nobody was looking, Tobias noticed her wink at Marlene. Her reaction was a blush.

"So Shauna," Zeke said to her, "what do you do?"

"I'm an art curator for the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art. I approve or disapprove of what goes into the museum. I previously was a curator for The British Museum of our history and whatnot, which is known as one of the best museums in all of Europe. I find art much more interesting though. So they offered me a position."

"Wow," Zeke said.

"What about yourself?" she asked him.

"I'm an intern for Sweets Music Productions. It's where Tris records. It's how we met. Uriah and I live together two floors up since the music company owns a couple of apartments in this building."

"That sounds exciting," Marlene said. "And Uriah, what do you do?"

"I'm a head chef for Le Bernardin, a—"

"No way," Marlene interrupted. "Le Bernardin?"

He nodded. "Why? You heard of it?"

She laughed. "I start there next week as your new chef."

"Tris!" Uriah said, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Her attention was ripped from Tobias's. She met his eyes. She shrugged and smirked. "It never clicked?"

Marlene glared. "You knew."

Tris smiled. "No," she said sarcastically as she stood. She took everyone's paper plates and began to walk into the kitchen. "More margaritas?"

"Bring 'em!" Christina shouted.

Tris chuckled and pushed the swinging door to the kitchen. She dumped the paper plates into the trash can and walked over to the blender. She added all of the needed ingredients for the frozen drinks. She went back out to the living to grab everyone's cup. She couldn't carry eight, so Tobias helped her carry them.

"So," he said, "Uriah and Marlene and Zeke and Shauna seem to be hitting it off pretty well."

"I know," she said excitedly. "I mean, I never really thought about it before, but, yeah, it'd be pretty fun if we all were couples."

He nodded. "I suppose."

"So do you like them?" Tris said. "My friends, I mean. Not the margaritas," she chuckled.

He smiled. "Yeah. They're really fun."

"Good. I'm glad."

"You should teach me how to make pizza sometime," he suggested.

Tris laughed. "I'll get right on that." And then she started the blender. After that, Tobias knew she heard him say something, but probablycouldn't make it out from the noise of the blender.

"That does sound quite romantic," he repeated. "I think it'd be fun."

She smiled. "Me too. You know what? Let's do it tonight. After everybody leaves. We'll go to the store, come back, and stay up until the break of day. And it'll be fun."

He grinned. "Tonight?"

"You never know. We could not even be alive tomorrow."

He only smirked and picked up the glasses of margaritas, helping Tris carry them to her friends.

"All right," Tris said when she reached her friends. "Margaritas. Margaritas all around."

"This has to be my last one," Christina said as she took the margarita from Tris.

"You said that two drinks ago," Uriah said, smirking.

Everyone laughed, including Christina. "But seriously, I need to chug and go. Will and I've got a meeting with Nat Geo tomorrow and the double zeros have already lined up."

So Christina gulped the entire contents in the glass, and then squealed. "Brain freeze!"

Tris laughed. "That's what you get. If you wanted to leave so badly, I could've just given you to-go cup, you wanker."

Chris glared. "You're the wanker."

"Am not, wanker!" Tris exclaimed with a grin.

"Then chug."

Tris looked down at the contents of the glass, which almost reached the brim. She rolled her eyes, and the bottom was to the ceiling. And as she finished, Chris watched her with amazement.

"And no brain freeze?"

"No… My mouth is quite cold though."

"Tobias," Chris called. "Come and warm her up. You know. Since her mouth is cold."

Tris's mouth gaped. "You slimy jerk."

"Tobias doesn't exactly look like he opposes, now does he?"

Tris only glared, while Tobias all for it. He wanted nothing more than to keep her warm.

Within the next ten minutes or so, a challenge between Zeke, Shauna, Uriah, and Marlene took place. They wanted to see who could finish fastest. Unsurprisingly, Uriah won.

They all gathered around the door, where Zeke and Shauna stood next to each, Uriah and Marlene, and then, of course, the couples.

"Zeke and Uriah are so asking for their numbers!" Tris whispered up at Tobias.

"Probably," he said with a grin. Tris's proximity to him made him feel unfocused and uneasy. Always had, and probably always would. And that thrilled him to his very core.

And so the group said their goodbyes, hugging and shaking hands. They all departed one by one, leaving Tris and Tobias alone together.

"So do you like all them?" Tris asked. They both leaned against the door they'd just shut, and had slunk down with their knees against their chest.

He nodded. "They're really fun."

Tris smiled, then yawned. "Great."

"Want to head to bed?" he asked, yawning himself.

She wore a wild grin, that of course meant she was up to absolutely no good at all.

"Silly goose, we're making pizza, remember?"

He laughed. "Tris, we've been up for nearly seventeen hours. Plus we had pizza for dinner."

"This pizza is better than any delivery. But hm," she said, mischief written all over her. She stood and dragged Tobias up with her. "What ever could we do to stay awake…?"

He smirked. "I've got a couple ideas." So he kissed her, pressing her against the door.

"That's one way," Tris mumbled.

He touched her in a way that made her want to collapse entirely. Just completely cede into him. His arms wrapped around her waist, creeping lower and lower. Her's remained on his jaw pulling him closer by the second. Tobias's hands slid under her sweatshirt, feeling her smooth bare stomach, and then they traveled up even more and around her back. His fingers easily undid her clasp. He traveled back down, reaching for her leggings, almost getting away with sliding them down.

She moaned, then removed his hand. "Woah, there. You haven't even taken off your shirt."

Tobias glanced down at the sweatshirt Tris still wore.

"I'll take off mine if you take off yours," he proposed.

She only gave a mischievous sideways glance before she slipped off his shirt for him.

He went to rip off her sweatshirt, but she grabbed his hands and simply entwined them with hers.

He pulled back just the slightest, so their lips were just millimeters apart. "I love you."

She smiled and hugged him. "I know. I love you too. So much."

"For it being one in the morning," he said, "we're awfully awake, wouldn't you say?"

She nodded and pulled back. As she clasped her bra once again beneath her sweatshirt, she said, "Ready to make some bloody good pizza?"

He laughed as he put his shirt back on. "I am."