A/N: Alright guys, I'm seriously stuck on what I should write about. If I can't get any ideas, then I can't write! Please, pitch your story ideas and I will try to include everyone's.

Toby's POV

It's been weeks since Tris last talked to me. "Do you know how hard that is? To like a girl who likes you back but you can't be with her! I liked her! She liked me! I screwed up! Now I'm talking to my pillow!"

I screamed in frustration and threw my pillow at the window. I take a walk around the neighborhood and I come across her house. Should I knock or keep walking? I approach her front step and just as my knuckles hit the door, it swings open.

"Oh, hey Four! What are you doing here?" She is so beautiful. She has on a pair of basketball shorts and a black and red tank top. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail with a couple loose strands hung over her eyes.

"Uh-hey! Hey, Tris. I was, uh-walking and I was in front of your house. Though I'd-uh, say hey! So...hey!" This is so awkward. She's dressed in shorts and she still looks beautiful.

"Well, I was about to go to the park and play some basketball. Do you want to come with?" She smiles her shiny smile and I nod. She closes the door behind her and we run to the park.

She is fast, but I'm faster. When we get there, we are both tired and worn out. "Hey, since we're are both worn out, want to go on the swings?" She looks at me with those beautiful blue-gray eyes.

We walk over to the swings and she gets on one. "Will you push me?" She says in a little girl voice. I laugh and walk behind her. I push her a bit and then this older woman comes over with her grandchild, probably.

"Excuse me, my little Josh wants to play on the swings. Would you mind?" The old woman asks. Tris smiles and gets off. "Thank you, children. By the way, little girl, that boy is a keeper." The old woman winks and I blush.

"Oh, no ma'am, we aren't dating. We're just friends!" The old woman laughs and retorts.

"Well honey, if you aren't dating, you two obviously like eachother. The way he looks at you and how big your smile is." Our eyes go big and I can feel my cheeks heating up.

"Well...this is awkward. We are going to play basketball now." I say, quickly walking off. I can hear her laighing behind us. "Well, Tris, that was awkward. Want to play a little one-on-one?"

She slaps the ball out of my hands an runs over to make a lay up. "Hey! I wasn't ready!" I shout. She laughs and hands me the ball.

"Are you ready now, Toby?" I have a mischevious smile and check the ball. She sends it back and I take a shot. I miss but then run up to get the rebound.

We play for a few hours and I end up winning by three points. "Good-good game, Tris. You're really good!" I say out of breath.

"Thanks, you were awesome, too. But next time, I'm going to win." She smirks. "Wanna go get some coffee? My treat since I lost."

I nod and we jog over to the nearest Starbucks. I get a tall Caramel Frappiccino, and she gets a Caramel Mocha. "Thanks for paying, Tris." She says telling me to say thank you.

"Thanks for paying, Tris. I appreciate it." I sip my coffee and we walk around. We are just walking aimlessly, wherever the sidewalk takes us. "So, tell me, Tris, where did you learn to play? Nobody has ever come that close to beating me before. Not even Zeke!"

She chuckles and looks at me. "Really? Well, remember when we were in 3rd grade?" I nod. "It was during gym and I didn't know how to get the ball up to the hoop. So you came over and helped me. Remember now?"

Her eyes twinkle and I do remember putting my arms over hers and showing her how to get the ball up. "Yeah, I do remember. But I only showed you how to shoot. How'd you get so good?"

"I watched your games. I watched how to dribble between the legs and fake passes. I'm trying to get close enough to dunk, but I am not tall." She shrugs and I stop dead in my tracks. I see Peter standing with Drew and Molly.

"Tris. Look." I whisper. She scans around and sees Peter, Drew, and Molly. There is a fourth figure standing with them, but I can't make out who it is. "Tris, who is that? Do you know him?"

She looks as if she does know who is with them. The guy turns and I can see his face. Al. Al is standing there talking to Peter, Drew, and Molly. This can't be good. I inch closer, but staying close to a building so that they can't see us. "-really like her. But Four is in my way."

Al must like Tris. But then Peter turns cold and looks angrier than usual. "Listen, Al. Tris doesn't like you. She never will. Tris will be mine, not your's, not Four's. Stay away."

I am shocked. Peter likes Tris. I turn around to look at Tris and she has a look of horror on her face. "Peter likes me?" Is all she can say. Al hears her and turns to see us standing there.

Al starts running over towards Tris and she runs, with me right next to her. "Tris, your house. Now." I yell. She speeds up and I have to try to keep up with her. She takes a sharp turn through an alley and we end up in her neighborhood.

We burst through the doors and lock it behind us. Out of breath, she turns to look at me. "P-Peter? Peter li-likes me? Wha-What?" I shake my head and shrug. I hear a knock on the door and I see Al standing behind it.

We quietly move up into her room and sit on her bed. She tells me that she is going to take a shower. I sit on her bed and look around her room. It matches her personality with dark paint walls but yet, the room doesn't look menacing.

She peeks her head through the bathroom door and awkwardly looks at me. "Uh...I forgot clothes. Can you maybe pass me some?" Her face turns red and she points me to her shirts and pants.

I grab her a black tank top and a dark blue pair of skinny jeans. "Hey, uh...Tris? Don't you need...uh...you know..." I gesture towards her and she understands. Her eyes go big and she turns red, again.

"Oh...right. Would you mind, uh, getting it? They're in the top drawer." She looks down and I walk over to get her the...clothes. I bring out a black bra and black unerpants and hand them to her.

I sit back down on the bed and she comes out dressed in the clothes I gave her. She looks amazing. "Four, you can go shower now. I'll put your clothes in the wash, but you might want to keep your boxers. I don't have boxers..." She pushes me into the bathroom and I get in the shower.

When I finish, I put on my boxers and walk out to her. She stares at my half naked body and I stand there awkwardly. I clear my throat and she snap out of her daze. "Sorry, I was just...and then you...and I had...and your...okay. I'll shut up now."

I raise an eyebrow and she blushes. The way her cheeks flush and her hands get sweaty, so she wipes them on her pants to dry, and...wow. "So, how are you handling the whole, 'Peter and Al' situation?"

She looks at me and she is worried. "Fou-Toby. Toby, I'm scared. I don't know what to do about it. I mean, Al, I get that, but Peter? Really? He hates me, and he's the last person I would expect to like me."

She sighs and I walk over and give her a hug. "Tris, it's okay. I'm right here if you need me. How about we go downstairs and watch a movie. Okay?" She nods and I take her hand. I lead her to the living room where she puts in a movie and I make some popcorn.

She put in some movie called Camp Takota. It's some movie made by a bunch of YouTubers. When the movie finishes, I had fallen asleep on Tris lap. She slaps me and I jump, falling off the couch.

She laughs at me and I glare at her. I tackle her to the ground, careful not to hurt her, though. I tickle her and she keeps laughing. I sit so that my knees are on each side of her hips, but careful not to squish her under my weight.

I finally let her up and she pushes me onto the couch, clutching her stomach. "You jerk! That tickled!" She sits over my lap so the she's straddling me. I feel her lean closer to me.

I feel the warmth of her breath almost on my lips. I close my eyes and just as our lips are about to touch, she climbs off. "Well, that was fun! I'll see you later, Toby!" It feels good to hear her say my name again.

"What do you mean, 'That was fun!' Do you know how awkward I feel right now?" She laughs and walks closer to me. Planting her lips on mine then pulling away.

"Happy now, Toby?" She smiles and I shrug.

"I don't know, Tris. I think you can do better." She looks stunned and I think she is about to attack me for saying that. I bolt upstairs and into her room. She follows me and jumps into my arms.

Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms tangle around my neck. She doesn't kiss me, but looks into my eyes. I pull her closer to me from the small of her back and pull her lips to mine.

I fall back onto her bed so that I am sitting and she is straddling me. Her hands move up to my hair and my hands move lower off her back. She gently moves her body on me and I let out a small groan.

She bites my lip and I stick my tongue in her mouth. I fall backwards and she is now laying on top of me. Just as it starts to get heated, she pulls away and jumps off with a huge grin. "So, now are you happy, Toby?"

She moves her eyes and sees a little tent and starts laughing at me. "I guess you are really happy, aren't you Toby?" I quickly cover and blush. She walks over to me and kisses my cheek. "I'm sorry, Toby." I kiss her lips and she smiles at me.

A/N: Alright, yeah, I know, this is a short chapter. I guess since Peter knows Tris' secret, now she knows his. Let me know what you want me to do with Peter and Tris. FYI, Toby and Tris are NOT together. She just did that to mess with him.

Question of the Day:

Have you ever met someone and thought they were perfect? Then you found out their secret?

I have, actually. I met this one guy who was really awesome and nice! He had awesome hair. One day, something happened, and now everybody hates him because of what he did.