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Hey, everyone. Sorry for being MIA for so many days...I have literally been drowning in homework. And I'm also super stressed because I find out which schools I got into soon...this is tooooooooo stressful. No.

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"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." I point to the first picture, taken right after I was born. My father is holding me, grinning happily at the newborn in his arms. "Me, right after I was born." The next picture is right after my mother left. My father is looking at me sadly, and I'm glaring at the ground as I attempt to push myself up. "I was about four months then."

"Right after your mom left?" he guesses.

I nod, and point to the next one, when I'm sitting up determinedly on the table, pouting at my dad. He looks happier. "When I was about eight months. Sorry these are mostly baby pictures, but there'll be better ones later. Ones with memories I actually remember."

Four's nose crinkles. "Aww, you were such a cute baby. How come there are barely any baby pictures of you in here?"

"Because I took them out and hid them," I explain, smirking. "Except for the really cute ones. Look, here's one my dad took when I took my first steps. I was ten months old. Then another at twelve months - our Christmas card for that year. And then I took all of the ones between one and two out, so the next one is me at my second birthday. My dad made a cake, which I promptly smashed in his face. Everyone laughed. And then my third birthday, when I actually ate my cake, although I managed to make a huge mess of it."

Four touches the picture of me with cake all over my face tenderly. "I wish I had pictures like this."

I touch his shoulder. "Hey, we're supposed to me making fun of me here!" He grins and I turn the page, pointing to a picture of me with Booth on our first day of kindergarten. I'm glaring at him and he's glaring right back. In the next one, we're punching each other. In the final one of my kindergarten day, Booth and I are sitting on top of Jack and Ange, grinning at each other. We met Zach and Cam later; they came in third grade. "These three are all of me and Booth on our first day of kindergarten. Ange and Jack were there, too."

Four nods. "You were a cute kindergartener."

I smirk. Then I point to my first field day. Booth and I are grinning happily, covered in mud from "swimming" in the sunk-in end of the baseball field at out school. Angela is wrinkling her nose, and Jack is running off towards it. Booth and I also have snow cones in our hands. "This is from our kindergarten field day. We decided to go swimming." Then I point to my first-grade school picture. "This is my first-grade school picture. Not too interesting. And this one's from my seventh birthday party." Booth and I had invited Jack, Ange, Robert, and a few other kids over for cake and hide-and-seek inside, because my birthday is in December.

"Where's your sixth birthday party?" Four asks, touching my arm.

"I didn't have a party. Booth's dad and my dad let us skip school and play all day. They gave us cookies, too. We had a picture, but we gave it to Booth's dad for while he's in the hospital." I point to the science fair we had when I was seven. "The science fair when I was in first grade. Booth and I got the DNA out of strawberries. I mean, we weren't one hundred percent sure what DNA was, but we still got medals. Everyone did." Then I show him my first grade field day, second grade class picture, and eighth birthday party. He doesn't comment. "This one's the second grade science fair. We built a simple pulley system. And this one's the second grade field day. Booth and I organized a school-wide mud fight. Everyone, including the teachers, played. This one's my third grade class picture." I point to the picture of my ninth birthday party. "This is my ninth birthday. I invited Cam and Zach to it. They came in third grade. And this is the science fair. Booth and I built a little bridge. It could hold nearly four hundred pounds!"

"Wow," Four comments. He runs his fingers over a picture and they brush mine.

I blush and point to the next one. "This one's third grade field day. We went swimming again. And then this is fourth grade - my first taekwondo class. And my class picture. This one's my white stripe belt test - a stripe is like a half-level. And my birthday party. And then my yellow belt test. And then the science fair, where Booth and I collected data of which type of sandwich was the most popular and graphed and analyzed it. And then my yellow stripe test."

"I don't mean to be rude, but could we maybe finish this tomorrow?" Four asks shyly.

I chuckle and set the book aside. "Sure. Are you tired?"

He nods. "Uh, yeah. What time is it?"

I check my phone. "Eleven thirty. Wait, come with me." I grab his hand and pull him down the stairs and out the door. Four looks really confused. I drag him to our apple tree and pull him into it.

He starts breathing kind of quickly. "What are we doing?"

I continue to pull him higher. "Why?"

"'Cause - I-I u-uh," he stutters.

"Are you afraid of heights?" I ask, suddenly feeling bad.

"Just a little."

I take his hand and put it over my heart. "Feel my heartbeat? How steady it is?"

"It's fast."

"Yes, well, that has nothing to with the heights." Damn. I just admitted he makes my heart race. Oh, well. He already knows I like him. "Anyway, match your breathing with mine, okay?"

Four nods and he calms down. "Okay. I just won't look down."

I point to the sky. "Look at the stars. And the moon."

"They're beautiful." He turns his head and looks at me. "You're more beautiful, though." I find myself smiling, blushing, and shaking my head. Four grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "Tris, you're stunning! How can you not see it?"

I shrug and snuggle closer. "You're way out of my league. You're handsome as hell."

Four smiles at me sadly. "I don't think that's true."

"Which part?"

"Any of -"

I cut him off by kissing him. Soundly. His hands immediately wrap around my waist and mine around his neck. We kiss for a few minutes, and then break apart, grinning.

"Still think you aren't handsome?" I ask, slightly out of breath.

Four grins. "Don't think it matters."

I nod and grab his hand to help lead him down. We walk into the house together, hands loosely linked. We're about to go upstairs when we hear a voice.

"Oh, no you don't. Get back over here, you two," Dad calls.

Reluctantly we obey. "Yes, Dad?" I say.

"Did you two have a good makeout session in the tree?"

Four chokes and I turn bright, bright, bright red. "What?" Four manages to get out.

"You two were there."

"Uh, I guess," I answer. "What's this about, Dad? And why were you watching us? That's a little stalkerish."

"I wasn't watching you. And I want to make sure my daughter isn't going to get pregnant before she's graduated college." Dad smirks as Four and I gag and turn bright red.

I punch my dad in the arm lightly. "Dad, you know that isn't funny." There's more to my gagging and reddening than disgust - I'm afraid of intimacy, and my dad knows that.

My father looks a little sorry. "You're right, Bea. Anyway, Four, no funny business. I'm glad you're together and all, but…don't get too friendly."

"Dad, need you make your threats so obvious?" I ask, my face buried in my hands.

Four stands there, rather frozen, staring at my dad. I grab his hand and drag him away as my father chuckles.

"Wow," is all Four says.

"He's not serious."

"He sounds serious."

"Trust me, F- trust me. If he were serious, you'd be rotting in a garbage bag right now. He adores you," I assure him.

Four searches my eyes. "Okay. I'm kind of tired."

"No fooling around up there!" my dad shouts. "I'm waking you both up at seven thirty tomorrow to get ready for church!"

"Do you guys go to church every Sunday?" Four asks, not sounding critical, just curious.

I nod. "You want me to run over to your house and grab some dress clothes, and you can get some sleep?"

He nods. "Thanks, Tris, That'd be great. There's a key under the doormat. Bring your dad along, in case Marcus is there."

"He won't be. They didn't post any bail for him."

"Don't they always?" Four frowns.

"My dad said that because he was a danger to us all, his right to a bail could be taken away," I explain.

Four nods. Then he pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head. I hug him back, and then pull away and kiss his cheek. He releases me and I scurry down the stairs.

"Dad!" I call. "I'm going to Four's to grab him some clothes for church!"

He pokes his head through the living room door. "Be safe."

"Dad, we live in a safe neighborhood." I roll my eyes. "And Marcus is locked up."

He gives me a "don't fool around with me" look, so I leave. I walk brazenly across the street and up a little to Four's house when I hear a voice. It's the voice of the old lady that Booth "stripped" for.

"You! Girl! What are you doing at the Eatons' house?" she calls.

"Picking up Four's clothes."

"He spending the night at your house?"

"He's our foster kid as of today. But why does it matter?" I cross my arms and face her.

"Because it's inappropriate for you two to be sleeping in the same room." She comes closer to me, so she's on the Eatons' porch.

"And who are you to be telling me what I can do? If I recall, I have a father for that," I reply, spitting mad.

She narrows her eyes right back at me. "Do you know who Evelyn Eaton is?"

"Four's mom."

"Evelyn is my stepdaughter. I promised her dad I'd watch over Evelyn and Tobias right before he died. So, I'm going to say I can have some input on Tobias' life." She narrows her eyes.

I show no surprise at Four's real name. She's testing me. "Well, what are you saying?"

"That Tobias should come stay with me immediately."

"He doesn't want to," I answer, without delay. "Doctor Hodgins and the CPS worker asked if there were any living members of his family he wanted to live with and he said no. And I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that he knows about you."

"And what makes you think he wants to live with you?" she asks, not venomously, as I would have, but curiously.

"We haven't abandoned him."

"Can I at least talk to him?" she requests. I'd say yes, but I don't even know if she actually knows him. Evelyn's name must be public knowledge.

"I don't know. I'm sorry, but I don't even know if you actually know Four. I don't think so," I tell her. "I can tell him about you, though."

"You're Abnegation, too, my dear, though you act Dauntless, just like Tobias," she says, patting my shoulder and leaving.

I look after her for a second, and then shake my head and unlock Four's door. I scurry up to the room I assume to be his, only to find it trashed. Marcus clearly did that near the time he kicked Four out. But I manage to push my through the mess and get as many of the clothes as I can find that aren't ruined, as well as one surprisingly unharmed and out of place blue glass sculpture under his bed and a notebook peeking out from the corner of his mattress. Pretty much everything else is destroyed, so I gather the stuff, as well as a pair of dress shoes and sneakers, and carry it over to my house, locking the Eatons' door behind me. When I make it to my house, I call out to my dad and then run up the stairs with Four's stuff.

"Four?" I call, knocking on his door. "Tobias?" I guess.

After I say "Tobias," the door flies open and Four looks down at me. "Where did you hear that?"

"Evelyn's stepmom," I mumble. "Old lady we sent Booth to. So your name's Tobias, then?"

He nods slowly. "Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, not meeting his eyes as I step through the door.

"I wanted to tell it to you when I told you everything," Tobias answers. "I wanted it to be a little more romantic. I had it all planned out, actually."

I sigh. "Okay. Anyway, here's your stuff. Want help putting it away?"

"Sure."

I set the bag on the bed and F-Tobias and I pull stuff out. When we reach the notebook, he grips my arm. "Did you read this, Beatrice?"

I shake my head. "Four, let go. Let go!"

He seems to realize he's gripping me and releases me, a look of alarm crossing his face. "You shouldn't be with me, Tris. I'm going to hurt you, just like Marcus did to me."

I meet his eyes. "No, you won't. People are defined by their choices, Tobias. You'll only be like Marcus if you choose to be."

He frowns. "Okay." But I can tell he doesn't agree. "Sorry. It's just…that notebook to me is like your sketchbooks to you."

"I understand." I step closer to him. "Tobias, what's in that book?"

"Maybe someday I'll share it with you," he whispers, stepping closer and touching my chin. "But for now, it's private."

I nod, and then wrap my arms around his waist. He presses his lips to my forehead and we stand like that for a few minutes. Then I pull away and we start putting things away.

When we finish, Four hugs me and I kiss his cheek before darting into my room to get ready for bed.

After I'm done brushing my teeth, putting on my pajamas, washing my face, and undoing my hair, I snuggle under my covers and try to sleep. "Try" being the key word there.

I get up and creep out of my room after about twenty minutes of trying to sleep. I slip into Tobias' room.

"Four?" I whisper, even though I can tell he's awake.

"You knew I was up."

"So? Thought I'd double check." I make my way over to the bed. "Can I sit?"

"Of course." He sits up.

I curl into him. "How do you feel?"

"If you knew how tired I am of that question, you'd…well, you wouldn't ask it."

"Sorry." I pause and bite my lip. "If you want me to go somewhere else, I totally can. I just…couldn't sleep, y'know?"

Tobias is silent for a second. "Yes," he says finally. "I know."

I sigh. "Four -"

"Call me Tobias. I…I like it coming out of your mouth. Just not…his," he interrupts.

"Fine. Tobias. And…could I, maybe -"

"Will you stay in here?" he whispers. "Protect me from the bad dreams?"

"Only if you'll do the same for me," I answer.

Tobias lays back, and I snuggle back into his arms. I fall asleep peacefully and quickly.