My initiates! *blows a kiss to everyone who reviewed.*

I loved all the feedback I got on the last chapter! A few people are trying to ask for spoilers, which is something I will NOT give away! :D Sorry xD

But I will say this – I tell my readers to keep open minds because not all of my stories end badly. There may be some bumps and turns along the way, and there may be something sad, but not all my stories end with someone dying or someone breaking up or whatever. However, there also won't be anything cheesy or corny or whatever, because I love to read that stuff, but I suck at writing it.

Now, about this story – Yes, I am aware cancer is something very difficult to get rid of. I'm not going to give away if Tris is going to survive her relapse or not, because all part of a good story is for your readers to expect something, but then something totally different comes along and it's a smack in the face. Plotwists and I are like best friends; always there when I need them ;)

Anyways, here's Chapter 11!

Disclaimer: I own my plot and my computer. I think we've got this covered.

Chapter 11

Tris

I didn't want to bother Tobias again today. He left for Zeke's, and I'm sure he wanted some normal quality guy time. But to be honest, I wanted an excuse to spend time with him. He really means a lot to me.

I called him about ten minutes ago, and he said he would be here within ten to fifteen minutes, and right now I'm just sitting upstairs at my small wooden desk I've had since I was like ten. It has a small drawer with letters I've written to people. I write letters to my family, especially my parents and Caleb. Oh, how I miss them so much.

In my little drawer, there are at least five folded up pieces of paper. One for each member of my family that died – hence that it's my mother, my father, and my brother who got these letters written for them shortly after their demise.

But there are a few other letters I've added, and those are written in pencil, except for one. The one I'm writing to Tobias is in pen. It's based off my old saying of 'Impressions on Paper' meaning how he has grown to be someone in my life.

Before I can continue writing, there is a soft clink at my window, and then, the front door opens. I don't think anything of it, because I know it's probably just Bud coming home, but then my bedroom door opens.

In walks Tobias, holding something in a brown paper bag – he smiles at me, and waves the contents in the bag before placing them on my nightstand. He picks up the basic black, blue, and grey picture frame of me and my brother. He has an arm around me and I have my arms wrapped around his waist in an embrace. I swivel in my desk chair, and shove the papers into my notebook. The last thing I want to happen is for Tobias to read the letter I've written to him.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. I sigh, and stand up from the chair, a spur moment of dizziness exploding in my head. I blink a few times, and then it's over. I walk over toward my bed, and sit at the edge with him.

My eyes keep glancing back toward my nightstand. Finally, I nod my head toward it. "What's in the bag?" I ask with curiosity.

Tobias smiles and lets out a soft chuckle. "Soup, which is compliments of the Pedrads. It's all I could eat when I was in treatment too." he says, shifting his abdomen to turn toward the nightstand. Tobias reaches across and grabs the bag, before handing it to me. I smile and accept it, placing the warm contents of the bag on my lap.

"Wait, you're a survivor to?" I ask, suddenly surprised. Tobias nods his head.

"I never told you?" He says, seeming in disbelief ridden through his voice and shock written on his facial expressions. I shake my head.

"Well, then I guess it's time you learn the life of Tobias Eaton. Do you have…" Tobias checks his watch for a second, and glances out the window. "Hmm," he says, turning back to me and touching my shoulder. "You got about two hours to kill? We could go down to the screening room."

I nod my head before hastily following him out the door. He grabs his hand on mine as he leads me down the staircase, and right in this moment, being with him in a pure moment of blissfulness, I forget that I am slowly dying inside.

Tobias literally jumps on the couch that I'm sitting on, and takes a seat beside me. His hands seem to be sweating, and he seems to have trouble getting comfortable on the sofa.

"So, you ready to hear about the life of Tobias Eaton?" Tobias announces it as if it's the most amazing thing in the world. It's amazing to be to finally meet someone who has survived something like this before.

"Ask me any question you want," Tobias says, a smile creeping across his face at me. "And I promise to answer it honestly."

There are a million questions I want to ask Tobias. I want to know why he chooses to hang out with me when he knows I'm nothing but a ticking time bomb, which is going to explode and hurt him someday. I want to him if he's afraid of losing me as much as I'm afraid of losing him. I want to ask him if he thinks about me all the time, and if he constantly wonders about my health. Instead, I shove all my personal questions deeper into my brain.

"What age was you diagnosed?" I ask, dipping my spoon into the soft broth of chicken and noodle soup, the scent filling my nose with an amazing aroma.

"Sixteen," he replies, sniffling his nose for a second.

"How long have you been NEC?"I ask, taking a quick sip of the soup. I don't want to eat and throw up with my best friend sitting beside me. I wonder if he feels the same way about me.

"Ten months," he answers, in a monotone voice.

"Did you know you were my best friend?" He asks me, and I nearly drop the spoon into my soup. I feel like I didn't hear that correctly. I wedge my finger into my ear and shake my head.

"I'm sorry," I say, pretending to zone back in. "Did you say something?"

Tobias nods his head. "I asked if you knew if you were my best friend."

I try to swallow the bile that's coming up from my throat. I'm so happy I could probably scream and jump up and down, if I could even move my body. I raise an eyebrow. "Really? That works out great."

Tobias seems confused, and his leans his head back and arches his body. "Why?" He asks, dragging out the word.

"Because you're mine," I say, taking a bite of the noodles and the chicken. Before Tobias can say anything else, I swallow the soup and lift my index finger. "Do me a favor. Go in the top drawer of the popcorn cart."

Tobias is hesitant for a moment, before he shuffles himself from the couch without another word or a moment and scoots over to the popcorn cart. He struggles to open the drawer, and I hear it pop open. For a moment, he stands there, before he pulls a folded piece of paper out of it. He walks back over to the couch, and examines the folded four by six piece of paper in his hand.

"What's this?" He asks me, flipping the paper around over and over again.

"This," I say, snatching the paper from his folded hands. "This list is the reason that I fight every day, and I wanted to share it with you."

I unfold the piece of paper. One side of the paper has a list of names on them, but the other side has the list of six things I wrote when I was in the hospital. It was the things I wanted to accomplish before I died, knowing that I'm probably never going to get better. I hand the paper back to him, and he reads the list of six things on my list.

"Number one," he says, turning to sit cross legged on the couch. He faces me with a shy smile. "Number one is to get married the same way my parents did." He pauses, glancing up at me. "How did your parents get married?"

"They had a typical ceremony where you signed some papers. But the thing is I've always wanted more – like to walk down the aisle and wear a beautiful dress, but I also wanted to sign the paper instead of read vows."

Tobias nods his head in understanding. "Number two is to be in two places at once." He smirks a little and glances at me. "How do you plan to accomplish this?"

I shrug in honesty. "I honestly don't know." I say, "But everyone has wishes, and these are mine."

"Fair enough," Tobias says, continuing to read down my list. "Number three is to get a tattoo of three ravens flying across my collarbone, and a Dauntless flame on right shoulder, and an Abnegation symbol on my left." He raises an eyebrow, and sets the list down on the couch. "What's with the tattoos?"

"My family and I grew up Abnegation," I say, "That one is for my routes. The Dauntless symbol is just because I'm a Dauntless and my mother was too before she devoted her life to an Abnegation lifestyle. And the ravens, well, they're for each one of my family members I've lost."

Tobias smiles at me, and leans it so close I think he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't. Instead, he opens his mouth to speak. "You know, I could help you accomplish some of this list." He says, a smile plastering his soft lips.

My eyes widen with eagerness. "Tobias, you'd do that?"

He nods his head, before replying, "Anything for you." He pauses for a moment, and checks the paper. "So number four is to buy a new car. Which type of car do you want, Tris?"

I don't need to think about it when I say, "A black corvette."

Tobias continues down the list. "Number five says to travel the world with the group of friends you care about the most. Who would those friends be?"

"You, Christina, and Uriah, and Marlene, Shauna and Zeke – you know, the people who mean most to me in my life besides Tori and Bud. The people who aren't blood, but are close to me like it,"

"I've always wanted to do that, too," he says, face-palming himself. "Don't you think it's silly for me to want to do that?"

I shake my head. "It's not silly at all, Tobias."

He looks at me for a second, and I just get his sudden urge. I want to kiss him right then and there, but I don't. He told me I was his best friend, and that means we're just friends, and I have to live with that he probably wants someone more beautiful and healthier than me.

Tobias finishes up down the list. "And number six is you want to write an autobiography." He pauses before adding, "that's very interesting. You've started, haven't you?"

I nod my head.

This is how Tobias and I spend the rest of the day. We learn a lot about each other, and watch a few movies, including AWTR, which results in two popcorn fights, and me nearly falling asleep on Tobias' shoulder.

I feel myself not feeling well. I don't know if I'm dizzy or sleepy, but I rest my head against Tobias' shoulder. He doesn't seem to mind, because he leans his head down on mine. I twiddle with my hand, which is on my lap, and his is on his arm rest. While Tobias is distracted with the movie, I carefully inch my hand closer and closer to his, and when I feel my hand on top of his, I interlock my fingers in his.

A small smile creeps across his face, and mine too, especially when he interlocks our fingers together, and we sit in a blissful, hallow silence watching the movie.

I might be like Jamie, a girl with only months to live, or I might be like Hazel, a girl who falls in love with a boy who dies a few months when he replaces, but that's okay because I have Tobias with me.

And to top off this day, I managed to eat all the soup I was given, and kept it down.

A/N – Omg I could imagine this :')

How I love Tobias and Tris!

R&R! ~Leigh