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Shauna POV


I decided to sleep at Lauren's last night. And by that, I mean I sneaked into Zeke's house and stayed there but told my mom I was staying with Lauren. I can't help but smile, as I think about last night. Not just the part after I sneaked into his house, but the entire Prom night as a whole. It was definitely everything I imagined it would be. I still feel sorry for Tris, but I'm beyond proud of Four for coming up with such a thoughtful fix. It's amazing how much he's changed since he met her.

When I let myself into the house, it is completely quiet. And that's when I remember that my mom was going to take Hector shopping for some summer clothes. Poor kid went through a growth spurt. I guess Lynn went with them, since I can't hear anyone.

Suddenly, I do hear a noise. It comes from upstairs. I think to myself that it is most likely Lynn. Still, I can't help but freeze in fear. It wouldn't be the first time I found someone in our house. Sure, last time it was only one of Hector's stupid little friends trying to prank us. But if a little boy could get in here, anyone could.

I think back to the few fighting moves that Four taught me. I go through them in my head just in case there really is someone upstairs before I start slowly creeping up the stairs. I hear another noise, as I walk. It's coming from the bathroom. I take a deep breath, as I reach the top of the stairs.

Before I can think too far into it, I push open the bathroom door. Relief washes over me, as Lynn spins around to look at me. But it is immediately replaced by horror, as I look down at the pill bottles in her hands and the tear stains on her cheeks.

"Lynn..." I breathe out.

Immediately, the sadness on her face is replaced by her usual harsh expression, as she stares back at me.

"You don't knock?" she says just as harshly, though her voice is shaking.

"Lynn, what the hell are you doing?" I cry, as I rush over to her. "Give me those!"

"No, I'm not even doing anything!" she yells back, as we both grab at the bottles.

"Well, you were about to, weren't you? You were about to do exactly what she did!"

I jump, as she grabs the bottles from me and throws them at the floor, one of the bottles opening up and letting the pills fly across the floor. I feel the urge to shrink back at the look she is giving me, but I force myself to stay still.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," she growls, sending chills down my spine.

"I know that I just walked in on my sister with bottles of pills in her hands!"

For the first time since I walked in here, I feel tears pooling up in my eyes. Her expression falters for only a split second, as one of the tears emerges, but she composes herself quickly again.

"Since when do you give a fuck?" she spits back.

"I'm your sister. I always give a fuck about you!"

"Please." She rolls her eyes. "Nobody gives a fuck. I'm just the one that sits there with headphones in, ignoring the world. I could disappear and nobody would notice."

"I would notice," I cry. "I'm noticing right now. Lynn, I-"

I stop, as she walks past me, knocking shoulders with me as she goes. I call after her, but she gets into her room and slams the door shut before I can stop her. More tears begin to stream down my cheeks, as I bang on the door and call out for her, but she doesn't open it. I look down at the small space between the floor and her door. I can tell by the slight shadow that she is sitting in front of her door. I can tell because it is the same thing she used to do when she was mad at our mom. She would sit in front of her door so that we couldn't get in, and I would sit on the other side, trying to cheer her up so that she would talk to her again.

So, that's what I do now. I sit down in front of the door, staring at the shadow of my sister. But this time, I don't say anything. Instead, I cry quietly. I just sit there and wait for my sister to come back to me.


Tris POV


I came home from the hospital yesterday. So I can understand why Tori was a bit conflicted when I told her Tobias was coming to get me today. But eventually, I was able to convince her that I would be okay. I even joked that I could sleep in his car if I get tired. In reality, that is not entirely true since we are only going to be in the car for about ten minutes.

We are going to see his future apartment today. Originally, it was just to finish up some paperwork, but he decided to also schedule a tour so that I could see it, too. Although I am still recovering, I felt like this would be better than spending the day in bed, staring at my ceiling. I had enough of that while I was in the hospital.

"Well, I can see she likes it already!"

Tessa, the woman who is taking us on the tour, smiles at me, as I look around the apartment in awe. It isn't anything fancy. It is simply one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room and a small kitchen area. But it seems so perfectly simple for him.

I simply nod my head in response, and her smile falters a bit. This isn't the first time she has done that. I assume that it has something to do with the bruises on my face, but I don't say anything. I simply keep looking around until I feel Tobias squeeze my hand. When I look at him, I can tell that he is uncomfortable, but I hope that it isn't for the reason I think it is. He clears his throat and looks at Tessa.

"Would you mind giving us a minute?" he asks.

"Of course," she says, faking a smile again. "I suppose, I can go onto the balcony-"

"We can go," I offer. "You can stay here."

"Oh..." She looks between us for a moment. "All right."

I start walking toward the balcony, pulling Tobias along with me. Once we get to the balcony, I close the door slightly so that she won't hear us before I turn to face him, though he is looking away.

"It's a good thing you got one on the second floor," I say, trying to break the tension. "I know you said you didn't want to be high up."

"Yeah," is all he says.

"Tobias, can you at least look at me?" I sigh, as he finally turns to face me, still clearly upset. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is the way she keeps looking at me," he mutters, as he gently skims his thumb over my cheek, "like I'm the one who did this to you."

"Well, who cares what she thinks?"

"It's not just her. Everybody is going to think it." I bite my lip, as I watch him become even more upset. "They're going to look at you, and they're going to look at me and think-"

"Well, they're wrong," I try again. "So what does it matter?"

"No, they're not." I look at him in shock, as his voice shakes a bit before he composes himself. I've never seen him this upset before. "I let this happen. I knew that he was still a threat to you. I should have come to get you after work, especially when you were working late. I should have-"

"Stop." He clenches his jaw and looks away, but I bring my hand to his cheek to make him look at me. "This wasn't your fault. There wasn't anything that you could have done-"

"Yes, there was-"

"You didn't attack me, Tobias! This isn't your fault." He stares at me for a moment, but he says nothing. "Don't let her upset you. Or anyone else. This wasn't your fault. You're the one who's helped me, and taught me, and been there for me. And they don't need to know that. We know it, and that's all that matters. Okay?"

He nods silently, but I can tell that he is still upset. I let out a sigh, as I wrap my arms around his neck. He hesitates for a moment before returning the embrace. As we stand there, I realize that there is one thing that could make him feel better, and I hope that it works.

"I love you," I say, my lips brushing against his neck.

His arms tighten around me, and I smile just the slightest bit.

"I love you, too," he says.


Four POV


I managed to finish all the paperwork I needed to get done, even after what happened during the visit. The car ride back to Tori's house is quiet, and I have to guess that Tris is upset with me for the way I acted. But I don't say anything because I am afraid that anything I say will just make it worse.

Even as we get out of the car, I say nothing. As I walk her to the door, nothing. Until finally, she stops in front of the door and looks at me, and I decide that I can't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry," I say, as she stares up at me. "I know you're upset with me, but-"

"What?" She furrows her eyebrows at me and shakes her head a bit. "No, I'm not upset with you."

"Your silence could have fooled me," I mutter.

She quirks an eyebrow at me and sighs, as she looks away for a moment. I simply stand there, waiting for her to speak, knowing better than to force her to speak right now.

"I'm not upset with you," she says quietly. "I'm just upset."

"About what?" I ask, taking her hand in mine.

"I don't know," she shrugs. "I guess I knew you were going to graduate and leave, but today, when you were signing those papers, it made it feel so real."

"Tris, I'm not leaving," I say, squeezing her hand. "I'm only ten minutes away. We may not see each other in between classes anymore, but that doesn't mean we'll never see each other."

She nods her head a bit and looks away, clearly upset, and I can tell that she is still having a hard time believing me. As I watch her stare down at her feet, I realize that now may be the time to tell her what I have been thinking about for quite some time. I take a deep breath to steady myself before I verbalize the thought that could either comfort her or scare her off.

"I have an idea," I say, making her look up at me.

"What?" she asks.

"It's more of a deal actually," I say, using my free hand to rub the back of my neck. "So please don't get mad."

"Okay," she says slowly.

"I know how you feel about college," I say, thinking back to the time that she said she felt like she would never be able to get into college. "But I also know that you tend to underestimate yourself, and I know that you can get in, too."

"And?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"And I want to promise you something right now," I continue. "If you get into a college, any college you want, you can come live with me after you graduate."

She looks at me for a moment with a look that could only be described as hope before she composes herself. A small smile appears on her face, though she still seems conflicted.

"What makes you think I want to live with you?"

"The way you're smiling," I answer simply.

She laughs a bit before biting her lip and looking down. There is only a moment of silence before she nods her head slowly and looks back up at me.

"Okay," she says.

"Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be."

"That's because I know you'll let me live with you either way," she smirks.

"Tris," I say, rolling my eyes.

"But I'm still going to try," she says. "I will."

I can't help but smile just the slightest bit, as she wraps her arms around my neck. I rest my hands on her hips, as her lips capture mine. For that short moment, I don't worry about the looks that we got earlier today or what will happen next year. For that short moment, all I can think about is her.


Uriah POV


"It's crazy, don't you think?" I ask, as I tap a random key on the piano. "In a couple of days, we're going to perform this... And then, this year is just gonna be over."

"Yeah," Tris says quietly. "That is kinda crazy. But hey, at least you'll still see your girlfriend next year."

I roll my eyes, as she bumps shoulders with me teasingly. I should have never told her about what happened with Christina. Now, she keeps teasing me at every chance she gets, though I guess I had it coming since I teased her about Four. Plus, she would have found out from Christina if she didn't find out from me.

"And your boyfriend is gonna be nearby," I say, nudging her back. "Anyway, enough love talk."

"You love her!"

"Tris," I groan.

"Okay, okay." She grins at me. "What now?"

"Well, I think we've practiced enough," I shrug. "I think it's just time to go for it."

"I guess you're right."

I look at her, as she picks up her notebook and starts to put it away. Once it is in her bag, she looks at me curiously.

"Okay, I know this is really random," I say, "but I just wanted to say... I'm really proud of you."

"What are you talking about?" she asks.

"What do you mean, what am I talking about?" I say dramatically, making her laugh a bit before I go back to my normal voice. "First of all, this song is amazing. And it's true, every word. You've dealt through so much, and you're still breathing and still fighting. You're seriously a bad ass, Tris."

She looks at me for a moment, the hint of a smile on her lips before she speaks.

"And you're an awesome brother," she says.


Tris POV


It feels odd to be walking to the cafeteria with Tobias, as though I am a completely normal high school student. The only thing that reminds me that I am completely abnormal is the fact that the majority of the students we pass in the hallways are staring at me. Some subtly and some not so subtly. I suppose word must have gotten out about what happened to me. Still, I try to ignore it. Instead, I focus on the feel of Tobias' hand wrapped around mine. The words he says, as we walk.

"Tris!"

I stop and look over my shoulder, as Shauna walks toward us with a distressed look on her face. I turn to face her, and Tobias does the same.

"Shauna," Tobias says. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," she says a little too quickly. "Or, well... I really just need to talk to Tris, if that's okay."

She looks at me, as if she is asking for permission. I nod my head at her and tell Tobias that I will catch up to him before I return my attention to Shauna.

"I won't keep you long," she says, as she starts to lead me in the opposite direction. "I know you probably want to go to lunch."

"It's okay," I reassure her, as she leads us into an empty classroom. "Is everything all right?"

"No, uhm... no," she says, as she sits down on one of the tables. I sit down next to her, as she runs a hand through her hair nervously. "I don't really know how to say this."

"Just say it," I shrug.

There is silence for a moment except for the sound of the clock ticking.

"I'm worried about Lynn," she says quietly. When she looks at me, I realize that her eyes are glassy now. "She's been... different lately. Like she just doesn't care about herself, and I'm worried that she might..."

She trails off, as her voice starts to shake. When I look at her now, I realize that there are a couple of tears running down her cheeks. I look at her for a moment, unsure of what to do. After all, of all my friends, I know the least about Shauna. I don't know what I could do to comfort her. So, instead, I find myself just watching her.

"I thought maybe you could help," she says, glancing at me with glassy eyes. "Because I... I've never really been there. I don't know what she's feeling, I can't even fucking sympathize with my sister. But I know you've been there. I thought maybe you could help her, you know? You don't have to, I just thought..."

She stops again and takes a deep shaky breath before looking up at me hesitantly. I'm not sure what I could say to make her feel better, but it seems that a nod was enough to comfort her. She smiles sadly at me through her tears before looking down and wiping the tears from her face. I bring my hand to her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her more.

For a few minutes, we just sit there, as she tries to calm down. Neither of us say anything. Because there is nothing to say.