"Colin!" I shouted between hysterics as his fingers danced in between my ribs, "I'll kill you!"

"You'll kill me?" Colin echoed, "Cool!"

I opened my mouth to say, 'Damn you', but I was cut off my my own laughter. I had made a huge mistake by telling Colin I'm ticklish a while back. I'm surprised he actually still remembered. But here's the catch for him: he's also ticklish, maybe even more ticklish than I am, so I used that to my advantage.

I reached back and jumpercabled him, and his reaction satisfied me. He jumped back and released me, and I lunged at him, my hands at his sides as he squirmed in his hysterics. Unfortunately, though, he is stronger than me and he threw me off of him before I had a chance to get him where he is most ticklish...his underarms.

"Not so fast, Eris!" he taunted me.

"You underestimate my character," I replied, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

He gasped and stepped back in mock offense.

"Shut the hell up!"

Eric's startling yell made us both jump and whip our heads toward the door, seeing him glaring at both of us, tapping his foot on the ground. I swallowed. Had we really been that loud?

"Now," Eric said. He looked at me, then at Colin. "You go to bed. Colin, you sleep on the floor."

I knit my eyebrows, "But-"

"No questions asked!" Eric stormed out of the doorway, leaving my room door wide open, and Colin and I's jaws hanging limp. We exchanged glances.

"Well someone forgot to take their anti-pissy pills today," Colin remarked.

I chuckled nervously.

"He's like that all the time," I said as I walked over to my bed and drew the covers. "Wait," I then quickly arranged them back to neatness again and turned to faced Colin. I leaned on the railing of my bed, "I have an idea."

I then created myself a small lightning cot next to my bed, and Colin created himself sunlit one next to my cot. Surprisingly, it didn't take up as much magical energy as I thought it would during the making. The electricity crackled and spewed sparks, while Colin's sunlit cot nearly blinded me and filled the room with heat. Looks like I wouldn't be needing any covers.

"Don't you have pajamas or something to change into?" I asked Colin as I knelt down by my cot.

Colin shook his head, "Nah. I'm good."

I raised an eyebrow, "You sure? At least take off your hoodie! I don't want you burning up on me!"

"Cyclone, my love," Colin replied, "I am the Olympticon of Apollo himself. I doubt I'll burn up, much less burn up by sunlight.

"Take off your damn hoodie!" I raised my voice a little, but not strictly or rudely. I laughed afterwards.

"Fine!" Colin whined jokingly, and he unzipped his blue hoodie, and threw it on the floor next to him, revealing his plain white T-shirt. "Happy?"

"Very much so," I replied, and plopped down on the lightning. Sparks flew about a foot in every direction like jet-fast fireflies. They died as soon as they made contact with the wood floor and became nothingness.

Colin chuckled and rolled his eyes, and climbed onto his little cot and faced me, laying on his side. I reached up and turned my lamp off by pulling a silver chain. The room went dark, except for Colin's cot, which I could still see the aura of even when I closed my eyes.

"Jesus, Colin!" I turned away from him and buried my face in my lightning, trying to get rid of the light (Yes, my lightning was bright, too, but not nearly as bright as Colin, good Lord. I dimmed my bolts down.), "Can you turn that down?"

"No," Colin simplified.

"Asshole," I muttered, so he could barely hear me.

"What was that?" Colin questioned.

"Nothing," I replied a little louder, making eye contact with him but keeping half of my face in my 'pillow'.

"Whatever," Colin replied. He closed his eyes, "Go to sleep."

I smiled and shifted my body a little to get myself comfortable. I closed my eyes after watching Colin's chest rise and fall as he took in oxygen and released carbon dioxide at a steady rate, and I fell asleep to the sound of Colin's heavy breaths and my lightning bolts buzzing and hissing. His sun cot didn't stop me.

I'm not exactly sure how long I slept for, but when I woke up, I was instantly wide awake. I opened my eyes, not remembering I had fallen asleep facing Colin, and was instantly greeted by sunlight. I squeezed my eyes shut again and faced my bed, muttering curse words under my breath. My room was almost fully lit, like there was an electric Christmas tree in the corner with the sun itself for a star on top (see what I did there?), but I didn't mind too much...too much.

Unfortunately, the memory of the note came to my mind as I lay for about five minutes longer, and I found myself fighting tears again.

"Not now," I thought to myself, "anytime but now…"

I hesitantly glanced over at my clock on the wall, avoiding eye contact with Colin's cot as much as possible. The clock told me it was 2:30 am. My mind told me it was noon. I tilted my head up and managed to see strips of darkness through my closed blinds. I quickly looked away, shaking off the feeling that I would see a face staring back at me.

I faced my bed again and closed my eyes, trying to get some more sleep.

I lay there for about ten minutes, letting my thoughts drift off aimlessly. I was about to doze off, when a sizzling noise startled me back awake. I heard a heavy exhale.

Slightly irritated, I turned back around and saw Colin sitting up in bed, his arms stretched up and his flesh tightening over his ribs. He yawned. He glanced over at me and I looked away, but he double-taked.

"Eris?" he whispered, "You still awake?"

I didn't respond.

"Ok fine," Colin continued, "I know you're awake. I saw you staring at me."

I sighed and turned to face him, hoping he wouldn't notice the pink in my cheeks.

"I wasn't staring," I protested, "I was about to doze off when I heard your sunlit nightmare sizzle, and I glanced over and saw you sitting up."

"Sure," Colin replied sarcastically.

"That's the truth!" I snapped.

"I totally believe you," Colin smirked, swinging his legs over the cot to face me. The tone in his voice didn't sound convincing, but I decided to just drop it.

"So why did you wake up?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. "Bad dream or something?"

"No," Colin shook his head and furrowed his brows, "Actually I didn't. Did you sleep at all, or did you wake up, too?"

"Same as you," I replied, "I just kind of...woke up."

Colin nodded, and the silence was pretty awkward.

I opened my mouth to say I was going to try to sleep again, when a face appeared in my doorway nearly gave me a heart attack.

"Eric!" My voice was barely above a whisper.

As soon as I said that, Colin whipped around to face him. I got an eyeful of his spine. Eric stood in the doorway, eyeing both of us.

"I heard you two talking," he said lowly, "You ok?"

I was a little shocked that he wasn't chewing us out or accusing Colin of trying to make a move on me, but I sure wasn't complaining, and I'm almost positive Colin felt the same way.

"Yeah," Colin replied, "Yeah, we're fine."

Eric nodded, and his eyes drifted to our cots.

"What's this?" he questioned us.

"Pinatas," I replied sarcastically, "Can you not freaking tell?"

Eric placed a hand on his hip and glared at me.

"I don't like that tone," he replied.

"I don't like yours, either," I shot back.

"Zip that mouth," Eric snapped, "I'm not afraid to hurt you."

I was about to protest that my father wouldn't let him, but I held my tongue. I bit it, hard. But I stopped when I tasted blood.

"So," Colin asked, "Why are you here?"

Eric raised his eyebrows. By his facial expression, I could tell he was amused.

"I was going to tell you I got an emergency call from Dauntless," he said, "We were attacked. But by the looks of this-" He motioned to Colin and I, "-I guess you two had other 'plans'."

Colin and I both scowled and rolled our eyes.

"Here we go," I said.

"Don't fake out on me," Eric warned.

"We weren't going to do anything!" Colin replied.

"Whatever," Eric replied, "You heard what I said."

He started out the doorway, but turned back to me.

"Eris," To my own shock, he held out my iPhone. The screen reflecting off Colin's cot, "I believe this belongs to you."

"Oh my god," I said, taking it gratefully, "Thank you so fricken much! Where did you find it?"

"On the floor in Four's room," Eric replied, "You're lucky as hell."

With that, he swiftly marched out of my doorway. I could faintly see his dark silhouette open the door, and I heard it slam shut.