I don't own Divergent, although hopefully someday I will own my own book series.

Here you go, my faithful followers/readers/newbies who just popped in. Sorry for the lack of update...I haven't had much inspiration for this story. I just don't want to abandon it just yet. Or at all, hopefully.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.

"It doesn't matter, Tris," Four tells me quietly. I immediately back down.

"Let's just go continue the game," I answer, grumbling a little.

Four puts his hand on the small of my back and I lean into him a tiny bit. Booth and Zeke lead the way down the stairs and everyone looks at us, smirking. I shrink back, right into Four, who blushes.

"Will, truth or dare," Four says quickly once we sit in the circle again, me still on his lap.

"Truth."

"Strangest dream." Four smirks and I know this will be funny.

"Well, for some reason I was in Amity's orchard. I was picking apples with some dude who was, like, high, and singing a song about Barney. Then, Barney appeared and started talking to me. Then he ate me and I was inside him. Then he pooped me out and I was in Candyland. I got eaten by a candy cane there, and then I woke up," Will answers. He grins. "You. Kid that looks like the girl."

Zach glares at him. "My name is Zach. And Cam is my twin."

"Fine," Will says. "Zach-who-looks-like-Cam. Truth or dare?"

"Uhh…." Zach says.

The game continues for another hour or so before either Four or I are chosen. We sit comfortably, me in his lap, watching the others. Then Cam decides to pick on me.

"Bea! Truth or dare?" Cam waggles her eyebrows and I shake my head.

"First of all, no - just no," I say, still shaking my head. "Secondly, truth." I shoot Uriah a glare and he doesn't say "pansycake."

"Most embarrassing thing Four's done around you," she states, grinning.

I chuckle. "This morning, Dr. Hodgins - yes, your uncle, Jack - wanted to check and make sure Four's flog marks were doing better. So he had unwrapped him, and I was supposed to put neosporin on the marks. Apparently, he got extremely turned on. He had quite a situation, too."

Four's grin is gone, and his eyes are wide. His mouth is open slightly, and he's looking a little mad. "Nuh-uh. I did not have a situation!"

"You did after I did your legs," I retort. Everyone else is roaring in laughter.

Four stifles a grin and I "accidentally" grind into him a little. It disappears completely, and I know his situation is back. I stand up, pretending to need to stretch, so everyone can see it. They all laugh harder and Four pulls me back onto his lap to cover himself.

Booth, in particular, is enjoying this. He keeps pointing at Four and dissolving into laughter. Four eventually gets tired of everyone laughing at him and stands up, growling menacingly. I'm the only one that doesn't stop laughing, as his menacing glare has no effect on me. Instead he pulls me back onto his lap and whispers vindictively in my ear, "If you don't shut up, I will tell everyone that you and I shared a bed last night, and you will have Christina and Angela hounding you and Booth attempting to strangle me."

I turn around and glare at him. "If you dare do that, I will tell everyone it was you who invited me."

Four smirks. "Yeah, but you said yes."

I grind my hips one last time and turn back around, smirking still - although less smugly. Then I turn around another time. "Four."

"Dare," he says lazily. I smirk.

"I dare you to give Zeke a lap dance until he has a situation," I answer, bringing him down a rung.

Zeke shoots up. "Don't I have a say in this? Plus, he's a dude! Guys don't turn me on!"

"Your other option is to make out with Booth," I add.

"Booth," Four and Zeke say simultaneously.

"For four minutes," I continues.

"Booth," Zeke says as Four says, "Zeke."

"Make a choice, boys." I pick at my fingernail, a wicked smile on my face. All of the girls have their phones out, as do Will and Uriah.

Four cocks his head. "Zeke."

Booth grins triumphantly and Zeke back up. "Please no," he begs. "Please no, Four."

Four smirks and pushes Zeke into a chair, rubbing his butt in Zeke's face. I can tell that Four is going to make this as funny as possible, so I pull out my phone.

Four moves his butt down Zeke's chest and I struggle to to hold the camera straight as I laugh at the looks on their faces. Four then begins the actual dance and Zeke's face is hilarious - not because he's enjoying it, but because he's so clearly not.

After ten minutes, Zeke is starting to turn red from being so disgusted, so I call off the dare. "You can both just take an article of clothing off," I call. "Unless you'd like to continue the dare?"

They both shoot me looks and pull off their outer shirts. Zeke is now shirtless and Four in his white undershirt.

He sits me back down on top of him, and is about to speak when the doorbell rings. I peek out the peephole and it's the cops and the old lady. I run to the living room and give Booth hurried instructions before rushing to the door with everyone that's not Booth.

I open the door. "Beatrice Prior?" the cop says. I recognize him.

"Hey, you're Thom's kid, right?" I ask. "You were over for dinner a few times during the summer. Brad, yeah?"

He grins. "Yeah."

I see Four looking him over. Honestly, he's not particularly attractive. He's got red hair, which is cool, but a rather boring face and dull brown eyes. He's got a ton of freckles, too. "So, why are you here, Brad?"

"Mrs. McGintery said some creepy stripper came over to her house, and she saw him disappear into this one," Brad explains. The other officer shifts uncomfortably.

"What's this 'creepy stalker' look like?" I ask. "I don't think anyone has come into my house. My friends and I are having a party. Perhaps Mrs. McGintery could see if he's here?"

She nods and all the guys line up. She shakes her head at all of them. "Not here. Maybe it was the next house over."

I nod, and the boys file back inside. "See you, Brad," I call. He tips his hat.

I heave a sigh of relief as I walk back inside. "Okay!" I yell. "Anyone who isn't Four, leave. I think that's enough for tonight. Love you all."

Everyone gathers their things and leaves. Four follows me into the living room. I check to see if I need to clean up, but no one left a mess, so I kind of just plump the pillows and then head upstairs, Four still following me.

"Can I see your sketchbook?" he asks, almost bashfully. I nod and pull him into my room.

I hand him one and he looks through it. "I'll be right back," I say quietly, going to grab the photo album.

When I get back, photo album in hand, his face is one of shock. "These are really good, Tris."

"Thanks." I sit next to him and put the sketchbook away, opening the photo album instead. "I'm going to give you a crash course in Prior family history and habits."