Universe Chick Chapter 25: Her Song Choice, a divergent trilogy fanfic

So I promised to update on my other story. Just when midterms finished, my teachers think that it's the perfect time fill your bags with more homework and damn projects. I also am going through health problems right now that are keeping me form doing anything and then when I skip a day of school because I'm sick or have doctor's appointments, I have to make up that work. Anyway, I love you guys, thanks for all of the comments and reviews! Keep them coming! Comment below and write whatever you want down there. Favorite and Follow this story if you haven't already. I hope you guys like the chapter, Asher.

Chapter 25 - Her Song Choice
Tris' Point of View

I ended up waking early this morning. And when I mean early, I mean early. Like 4:00 early. I yawn and grab my phone off of the nightstand. Thankfully I don't have any messages. I don't feel like texting anyone.

Except maybe Tobias.

We haven't really found a song that we agreed on yet. I think I just want the night to go perfect that I am trying to go over the top.

I grab my ear buds and plug it into my phone. I shake my head, getting rid of another yawn.

But I still end of yawning.

I go on the website we were on that had a list of Panic! at the Disco songs. Tobias and I mainly just went through the list. We went really far back.

But maybe we should try some of their newer songs. The only songs that I noticed when I was with Tobias were Northern Downpour and When the Day met the Night. But I don't think they were the best. And neither did Tobias. But he also doesn't know that I want a love song.

I scroll to the bottom of the list in hopes of finding a good love song.

I click on each one, and they take me to another website that shows me the lyrics. I skim the lyrics but I still haven't found it. There are also song titles that just haven't captured my attention.

Until my finger hovers over another one.

The Death of a Bachelor

"It has bachelor in it so it might be a love song." I think to myself. "Although I highly doubt it."

I click on it anyway and I look at the lyrics. I skim through them and as I look up the song on youtube all I can think is how those lyrics mean the opposite of what I thought.

Do I look lonely?
I see the shadows on my face
People have told me I don't look the same
Maybe I lost weight
I'm playing hooky, with the best of the best
Put my heart on my chest, so that you can see it too

I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall
The lace in your dress tingles my neck, how do I live?

The death of a bachelor
Oh
Letting the water fall
The death of a bachelor
Oh
Seems so fitting for
Happily ever after
Oo
How could I ask for more?
A lifetime of laughter
At the expense of the death of a bachelor

I'm cutting my mind off
It feels like my heart is going to burst
Alone at a table for two and I just wanna be served
And when you think of me am I the best you've ever had?
Share one more drink with me, smile even though you're sad

I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall
The lace in your dress tingles my neck, how do I live?

I actually understand the song. I then looked up an interview and read up on Brenden Urie to find out that he has a wife and he wrote this song for her.

"We have to do this song!" I yell. But slap a hand across my mouth.

"Tris it's-" Christina checks the time. "4:30 in the morning!"

"Sorry! I got excited." I smile.

If she's up now than I might as well tell her.

"What?" she asks.

"I found the perfect song!" I squeal. "What the hell! I never squeal?!"

Her eyes widen and she hops from her bed to mine.

"Show me the damn song!" She squeals.

I remove the ear buds and toss them on my night stand. I go back to the lyric video on YouTube and turn up the volume. I sing to the chorus as I have already memorized that part and smile as I do so.

"I think we got our song!" She squeals again.

"Our?" I question, laughing.

"As of now, I am the FourTris manager. And anything that I am involved with, including this song, partly belong to me. So yes, our song." She tells me.

"Wow. So instead of this being a romantic FourTris song, it's a Four, Tris, Chris song?" I laugh.

"Yup! You know it. Now go back to bed, we have 3 hours before classes today." She says.

I laugh and toss my phone on the nightstand and bring the covers up and push my self down. I look at Christina who is still in my bed.

"What are you doing?" I question her.

"There is no way I'm going to be able to sleep after hearing FourTris news." She says, shrugging.

"Okay, sure. But why are you still on my bed?"

She pushes her legs toward her knees and lifts the blanket so an rush of air comes under the blanket. Then she gets under the covers and drops them. She turns on her side so she is facing me.

"Chris."

"Tris."

"Christina."

"Beatrice."

"Chrissy."

"Trissy."

I fake glare at her and returns it.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked."

"Well I don't know what your thinking, that's why I asked."

"I'm not getting anywhere, aren't I?"

"No you are not Trissy!" She pokes my nose and lays down on my pillow.

Despite everything weird about this situation, I lay down next to her and talk until our alarm clocks go off simultaneously. We both groan at the same time, not expecting our alarms to go off. We laugh and start to get ready of the day, until I close the door and we head to our classes.

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Song Credits:

The Death of a Bachelor - Panic! at the Disco