Will it be different? Chapter 26, a divergent trilogy fanfic

I wake up with that feeling you have after you take the best nap of your life. I sit up slowly, stretching out while I do so. I look at my clock next to my bed and it says 3:30. Awesome. I get up and walk downstairs, really in the mood for tea. I get out my phone to see if anyone has texted me. Of course Chrissy did about 20 thousand times so I read all the texts from her.

-hey girl

-party at my house tonight

-bring lover boy... It's just gunna be the gang :)

-hey

-text me back hoe

-TRISSY POO

-the fuck

-fine

-be that way

-text me you fucker

-whatevs

-pay attention to me

-pay attention to me.

-TRIIIIISSSS

I can see she is still about to text me again but I beat her to it.

-CHRISSY STOP! bitch ;)

-shut up you hoe

-no.. fight me

-girl why didn't you text me back… rude.

-I was sleeping, I was up all night talking to lover boy as you call him. I slept all day so I can stay up all night again tonight.

-fine… so I'll see you in about 20 mins. I'm coming over to pick you up. Choose what you want to wear. Make it cute, remember layers, but no dresses or skirts. bring stuff to spend the night too.

-yes your highness.

I get my thoughts back together from the outside world and not from the digital world of my phone. My first thought though goes to my tea so thats what I immediately get done. For some reason I didn't feel like English Breakfast today, it felt more of a minty tea kind of day though. After I make myself my tea then I walk back upstairs, quickly throwing random crap into a bag. I pick out what I want to wear tonight so I pick out some black tights and slip those on over top of my black lacy underwear. Then I pull on a pair of ripped jeans. I look in my closet and try to find what I should wear on top. Of course I need layers so I put a cami on, then a white thin sweater, finishing it off with my leather jacket and combat boots. I take a look at myself in my long body mirror that hangs on my wall in my room. Damn I look good. I pull together my phone, lipgloss and some money into a small bag to take over there just in case. I look around to see if I need anything else. I don't so I take my bags and my tea and start walking out into the living room/kitchen area. I wait a few minutes before I hear the front door open... Of course it's Christina because she decided a couple weeks ago that she could just let herself in at any time she wants.

"I'm here bitch!" She yells out to me.

"In the kitchen!" I yell back. I don't hear a reply so I'm guessing that means she is just walking in here.

"You ready?" She asks me once she gets into the room.

"I was born ready," I respond with a smirk on my face. She rolls her eyes and drags me out of my house by the arm, still careful for some reason. We get into her car wordlessly. It's a nice and comfortable quiet though.

"OH MY GOD HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEW MELANIE MARTINEZ SONGS?!" Christina yells at me. I flinch away at the sudden loud noise at first but then just laugh and shake my head no at her. "I HAVE TO SHOW THEM TO YOU OH MY GOD THEY ARE FREAKING AMAZE BALLS!" She yells once again.

"Damn girl just play them already!" I say back adamantly. She grabs the aux cord and plugs in her iPhone encased in a the most bedazzled case I've ever seen.

"The first one is pity party, then sippy cup, then soap... You'll freaking love them!" She says getting very excited in the way only Christina does. When she starts playing them I immediately know I'm going to like them.

Did my invitations disappear

What I put my heart on every cursive letter

Tell me why the hell no one is here

Tell me what to do to make it all feel better...

Pity party plays, and I'm forced to listen to Christina sing along, way out of key. Once it's over it changes automatically to sippy cup.

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed

Sex don't sleep when the lights are off

Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

He's still dead when your done with the bottle

Of course it's a corpse that you keep in a cradle

Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

Christina sings along to this one as well, still out of key. I like this song but it's a little hard to listen to after all that's happened. I think Chrissy notices at one of the parts when it says. "Pill diet pill diet if they give you a new pill then you will buy it, if they tell you kill yourself then you will try it." I took a sharp breath in when I heard that and Chrissy got stiffer.

Think I just remembered something

Think I left the faucet running

Now my words are fillin up the tub

Darlin your just soaking in it

But I know you'll get out the minute

You notice all your fingers prunin up

The last song plays, soap, and I like this one more than the others. Apparently so does Christina because she sings this one the loudest and even try's to sing the beat of the bubbles. I can't help but laugh at her. She notices me laughing and turns her head at me with a smile, fake punching my arm.

"You bootyhole!" I yell at her, still laughing. She shakes her head at me while she parks in her driveway. We walk inside and I set my stuff down in her room. She has decorations all over her house for tonights little party thing she is having with the gang. All I can think about is how much I love my friends and how glad I am to still be here.

A/N: Hey everyone! so I know its still summer and I should be able to write more often but for me it is like the complete opposite. I know this is short but I don't have very much motivation anymore. I almost quit this story and I got a lot of reviews from you guys saying I shouldn't! so I didn't. I decided that I am only going to write a few more chapters then I will be done. I have another story planed that should be interesting for every one :) love you all. you are worth it. thank you!