A/N Now that I can write on my iPad, I should update more. I know y'all are probably freaking out right now. A lot of you think they will get interrupted so we'll just have to see.

Disclaimer is on chapter 2. And for the next 10 chapters the Divergent series will be very evident plus tidbits of Four that people have provided me with.

Beatrice's P.O.V.

"You looked like you were all over her." I mutter.

"I heard that. And I wasn't. You just left before you heard me turn her down. Harshly I may add." Tobias begins. He continues with a softer tone. "I don't want a slut like her. I can't stand her. There is someone I do want, though."

He leans in, or maybe it's me. The water splashing on my legs is forgotten. The roaring of the river is forgotten. There is only one thing I am focused on. The look in Tobias's eyes that are nearing mine more by each second that passes by. He glances down at my lips that are about three inches from mine. I look at his. My eyes slowly shut...

Tobias's P.O.V.

I glance at her lips. They are only about three inches from mine. I look back to her eyes and she is looking at my lips. As her eyes close, mine do. Everything fades into the background. Everything but her soft lips on mine. It is just a tender kiss that shows how much I have been wanting to do exactly this. She pulls back all too soon and I see fear flash in her gorgeous, gray-blue eyes. She jumps up and starts to walk away, but I stop her by grabbing her wrist.

She looks at me with fear and sadness in her eyes. "Tobias, I'm so sorry. I don't want to lose you. That was my fault."

I stand up and face her, still holding her wrist. A tear escapes her eyes, and I reach up to wipe it away. She finally looks up into my eyes that she has been avoiding.

"Did you want to kiss me?" I ask softly. I receive a nod that causes me to continue. "Good, because I wanted to kiss you. I have wanted to kiss you and admit how much I like you for four years now. I was just scared of loosing you. I could not stand the thought of loosing you because you are my best friend and now you are my only family."

"You were scared of loosing me?" She asks. I nod. "I was scared of loosing you. I have wanted to kiss you for so long. You always tried to protect me and you did. I was scared that if I admitted my feelings then you would hate me, and I would have to handle Caleb all on my own. That your father would come to get me to torture you. I took all those beatings for you. I took them for the person I care most for in this world."

By the end of our speeches, we are both crying. Crying at the thought of loosing each other.

"Beatrice Grace Prior, would you please do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?" I ask looking deeply into her eyes.

"Yes." She replies happily.

I lean in and we share another sweet, tender kiss. We pull back both smiling.

"Shall we go back to the dorms?" I ask, holding out my right hand to take her small left hand into.

We walk back, and for the first time, I notice how weak she is. I blame Caleb's torturous beating yesterday. Luckily, she hides it well if it managed to escape my clutches. While in the Pit, I see Amar coming toward us with a purposeful expression.

"Can I talk to the two of you?" He asks.

"Umm, I guess." I say looking at Beatrice.

She nods and we walk off down an empty hallway with our instructor. Our hands are still intertwined.

We stop at the end of the hall and Amar turns to face us. "Abuse victims, right?" He asks.

"No. We are not victims, we are survivors. My father is in jail and has been for eight years now." I explain.

"We also have punched my brother unconscious twice now. He stoped for four years after the first time getting beat up, but he beat me again last night." Bea continues.

Amar looks at us with a mixture of confusion and awe. "Well, okay. I assume they are the reason for much if your fear landscapes?"

"Yeah, everything in mine is because of him. Heights because he hung me off the balcony a few times; confinement because I was locked in the closet. Hurting innocents because I do not want to become like him, and the last one speaks for itself: I do not want either of them to hurt me, but most of all I do not want them to hurt her." I did not tell Bea she was in my last fear, the one about us getting beat.

She looks at me like 'we need to talk later' but starts speaking. "I am scared of hurting the people I love, much like Four. I am also scared of getting best and him getting hit because of me. I assume the others have nothing to do with him because I wasn't beat until I was twelve so many other fears had already manifested."

"There's another thing we need to speak about." I hear Amar mutter.

He looks at us apologetically. "Last night was the worst ever." I say, breaking the silence. "I'm pretty sure she... She," I take a deep breath. "Died on me." Amar gasps.

"I'm good now." Bea butts in before Amar- and I- can go crazy. "I am away from the danger and all I have to worry about is initiation."

I know her too well; she is lying a little. She is now good. She was either gone or pretty close to it. She needs rest.

"We need to get back." I say before Amar can say anything else. We turn around and walk back the way we came with our hands still intertwined. Amar has no time to react, much less protest.

I explain I did not want to explain why she was in my landscape at the time, but now I do not care. Now we are together. We enter the dorms and automatically lay down to sleep, after a sweet goodnight kiss.

A/N I don't know why but I laughed at the number of words before this A/N. It was 1,111. Anyway, we got some Fourtris, finally. I planned on it taking longer than that but I couldn't stand them not being together, other than the fact I loved y'all being mad. Haha. So my knee is messed up again, so I don't get a chance to move too much at home maybe 2 updates one day and 1 update the next day in that pattern...? I'll try.

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