Lets just get this over with: I do not own Divergent.
Ten
XI.
I probably should not of been eavesdropping on my daughter and Jason, but as a Mom I think that I have permission to.
"Too bad we can't go to the dance at your school..." Emma said.
"It's okay, we can have our own dance." Jason said as he grabbed Emma's hand and interlocked if with his.
"How?"
"Well, I have a CD player and a slow song disc that my nana gave to me by accident... I think it was an accident..."
Emma laughed a true laugh; her head had flung back and once she stopped laughing she laid her head on Jason's shoulder.
"You are something. All my life has been a series of doors in my face." She laughed.
"Oh, are we quoting Frozen now?"
"Yes, yes we are."
"Okay, I'm Jason and I like warm hugs."
Awwwwwwwwwww.
And this was when Jemma was born.
It was one of the most romantic things ever, I believe.
Tobias had come home from helping the whole neighborhood clean up from the natural disaster a few days ago with a bouquet of red roses.
I noticed that there was one plastic one in there.
He handed me the bouquet if red roses, and said, "I will love you until the day this plastic one dies."
"So... For forever?"
"Forever. Maybe Forever will be our always." He said, smiling.
"Okay, okay, Tobias, let's not go quoting a movie that made me bawl for hours."
He laughed. I smiled, and said, "You know, I don't think that Peter will like it if he sees us kissing and flirting with each other in his kitchen."
"Then," he said, in a sly voice. "we will go into the backyard."
"Always the tone of surprise."
"Let's not go quoting Harry Potter, now, Tris."
"Oh, be quiet, you." I rolled my eyes.
DYLAN'S POINT OF VIEW:
I sat next to Uncle Caleb in the living room of the Hayes household.
"So what's your favorite sport?" He asked me.
We were both in a awkward situation, we has gotten kicked out of the backyard while we were playing catch with a small little tree branch. We had gotten kicked out because Mom and Dad (that feels really weird to say...) were going to make out or something.
"Well, I like playing Ice Hockey." I told him.
"Really? That's my favorite sport too!"
We both looked at each other, and laughed.
"So, what's with this whole Amity, Abnegation, Candor, Erudite, Dauntless and Divergent thing that I heard about yesterday when I went to the supermarket to pick up milk."
Uncle Caleb looked away from me. He looked at the city of Chicago's skyline, and turned to a color that was whiter than fresh, fluffy, clean snow.