A/N- hi guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a few days.

Technically, I still haven't updated because mattsmithfangirl wrote this because I was too lazy.

Just so you know, she is the one obsessed with Coldplay, not me. I just think they're okay.

This chapter's pretty much just a filler. Full of fluff.

Thank you to mattsmithfangirl who wrote this. Go check out her story and the sequel that is absolutely amazing. She's a great writer.

That's it for now. Enjoy.

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Tris' POV:

It had been three days since Four told me about his cancer. I still wasn't over it. He felt bad, I could tell. I mostly stayed in my room, just listening to music except for watching Christina's shows.

That day, around five in the afternoon, Four rushed into my room with something gripped in his left hand. I paused my music and carefully took my earbuds out of my ears and wrapped them around my phone.

"What're you doing tonight?" Four asks urgently.

"Nothing, why?" I sigh.

"Good, I got two tickets to go see Coldplay, one of my favorite bands, and you're going with me."

"You can't make me go." I pout.

"Oh yes I can, this is a date."

"I don't want to go." I repeat sternly.

"Fine, I guess you don't love me then." Four pouts, very slowly leaving the room.

This was a lie, I did love him, it was just that I was upset. Who knows if the cancer could take him from me tomorrow.

"Fine." I sigh.

"Great!" Four's face lights up in a grin. "Be ready by seven. The arena is only ten minutes away, and I got us fifth row seats. I know a guy." Four smirks and brags, trying to impress me.

"Okay." A smile creeps onto my face.

Four leaves my room and shuts the door behind him.

I quickly text Christina.

Me: going to concert tonight with 4. calling it a date. what do I wear?

Christina: NO WAY! BE THERE IN FIVE MINUTES!

I groan. Christina holds up her end, and does arrive in my room in five minutes.

"Who are you going to see?" Is the first thing Chris asks me as she very rudely barges into my room.
"Coldplay." I reply, scratching the back of my head.

"You sound so sad, Beatrice." Christina comforts me.

"It's the cancer..."

"Shut up. Just shut up." Christina cuts me off. "You need to live in the moment, not in the future. This is your time to spend with Four, and if you're not happy, you're going to regret it so much. You can't think of what's going to happen, you need to think of what's happening now."

"You're right." I stand up smiling. "Now make me look pretty." I demand.

Christina picks out an outfit for me, a pair of light blue jeans, a maroon t-shirt, and black converse. She does my makeup and puts my hair in a cute bun.

"You look fantastic, Tris." Christina claps her hands together.

I blush. "Thank you. It's all you, really. I didn't do anything." I giggle.

I put my wallet and ID into a small black bag and sling it over my shoulder. I glance at my digital clock. It reads 6:50.

"Alright, tiger, go get em." Christina teases me.

"Ah, shut up."

We leave my room, and I bump into Four right outside my room.

"Oh, hi." He blushes. "Ready to go?"

He was wearing dark jeans, a yellow and navy blue plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows with a navy blue bow tie (it was very nerdy and dorky but very attractive on him) and purple vans which did not match his outfit at all, but somehow, it kind of did.
I grinned. "Yeah, um, yeah. You look good."

"As do you, Miss Prior." Four extends his hand for me to take, and I do. Our fingers intertwine, and he gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't have too much fun you crazy kids." Christina teases us as we walk out the door. I shake my head as we walk to Four's car. He gets in the drivers seat, and I hop into the passenger's seat. We drive the ten minutes to the arena which was filled with joyous conversation engaged with laughed.

When we got to the arena, we waited in line to get our tickets checked, then after we got into the arena, Four wanted to get a t-shirt to remember this date. He got his t-shirt, and then we got beer. We took our drinks down to our fantastic fifth row seats, and put our stuff down. Four pulled out his phone and demanded a selfie, in which I kissed his cheek as he took the photo. He smiled at the result and put his phone away. Four looked up to the sky and gave it a menacing look.

"God damn it!" Four yells.

"What is it?"

"It might rain!"

"You're getting upset over the rain?" I laugh.

"Yes, Tris I am! The weather will not ruin our perfect night!"

"Okay darling, calm down." I coo.

I take note of the noise around us. The stadium is filling up fast. There had to be 10,000 plus people here.

Soon enough, the concert started. Lights flashed in the stadium as the piano started playing. I noted the chords and arpeggios and realized the song to be Clocks. The noise was deafening. Four looks like a happy puppy with a bone waving in front of it's face.

"Lights go out and I can't be saved..." Chris Martin starts to sing. The crowd sings along, and Four sings along too. Eventually I start singing along too.

"Hello Los Angeles!" Chris yells into the microphone in his English accent.
The crowd cheers.

"It might rain on us, so stay hyped up!"

They transition into their next song, The Scientist, and halfway through, it starts to pour, and it pours through the entire set.

Two hours later Chris announces the last song.

"Thanks for staying with us Los Angeles! You've been a great crowd! This is Paradise!"
This is the song I was waiting for.

"When she was just a girl, she expected the world..."

I feel Four's wet hands on my hip, pulling me in close to him, his wet hair sticks to his forehead.

I sling my arms around his neck, and we sway to the beat, our foreheads pressed together.

"Life goes on and gets so heavy, the wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear a waterfall, in the night the stormy night, she closed her eyes..."

"I love you so much." Tobias mutters, closing his eyes.

"I love you too." I reply honestly.

The beat drops into the chorus, and we kiss, the rain dripping down our faces and slipping into our mouths occasionally, and running down the bridges of our noses.
"She dreamed of para-para-paradise..."

A single tear leaks out of my eye, but Four doesn't notice, he thinks it's the rain.
It wasn't the rain, it was my fear of losing him.

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