Author's Note:

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patronouseandpotions: I'm glad you liked it, and here's some more! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

FourTris will last: I like your name! And I know, right?! Caleb is certainly getting there! And don't worry about the immatureness; that's exactly what I do! I'm so glad you like the story, and as for you calling it 'awesome': thanks so much! Enjoy the chapter!

Guest: I know you reviewed for Chapter Four, but I'm hoping you stuck with the story and made it to here! I love Fall Out Boy, too, and, that's one of my favorite songs as well! A few of my favorites are that one, Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, Jet Pack Blues, and Immortals.

I hope everyone enjoys the chapter; it's the dance preparations!

Wearing His Jersey

Chapter Twenty~Nine

Four's P.O.V.

I can't believe it. The dance is in just two hours. And I get to go with Tris.

"Okay, so, last minute suit shopping time!" I heard Uriah yell from down the hall in his bedroom. Zeke laughed and I smiled. This same thing happened last year, only this time, I've had my suit picked out since the day before I asked Tris to the dance. Then, the day after she agreed, I went and picked it up.

"I was just about to say that!" Zeke shrieked. "We must be telepathic. There's no other explanation."

"Oh, you know, except for the fact that you're both the biggest procrastinators I know." I smirked at Zeke and then at Uriah as he marched into the room.

"You know what, Mr. Practical, I'm going with the first option, because I like the sound of it so much better. I mean, like, telepathy is pretty much a super power, so . . ." Uriah said. I laughed.

"All right, but we really need to go," Zeke said. "The dance is now in an hour and fifty minutes, and I still have nothing to wear."

I nodded as we all headed out of his bedroom, down the hall, down their stairs, and into the front room. I slid into my shoes and we all headed out to Zeke's car. After a short drive, we arrived downtown, where Zeke pulled into the nearest clothing store we came across. Everyone jumped out of the car and ran inside, the energy of the night and the fact that we now had less than ninety minutes until we had to be at the dance.

"So, Shauna still hasn't informed me on what she's wearing, so what should I do? Just get a bunch of different colored ties and hope one of them matches?"

"Marlene hasn't told me either!" Uriah sighed. "Did Tris talk to you, Four?"

"No," I said, "But I already have my suit, and I'm one~hundred percent sure it'll match."

"What? How can you be sure if you don't know what she's wearing?" Zeke's brow furrowed.

"It's almost the exact color of her eyes. I looked a million different places, but they didn't have an exact match; I doubted one could possibly exist anyway, but the suit I have is so close!"

"What about her outfit? She's not wearing a blue dress!" Uriah said. I ignored the voice in the back of my mind telling me to correct him: her eyes aren't just blue; they're like the color of the ocean at sunrise, mixed with the blue of the sky.

But all I said was:

"You know what she's wearing?"

"Oh, um, yeah," Uriah smiled sheepishly. "I'm not sure if it's supposed to be a surprise, though, so I can't tell you the colors or the style or anything."

"Okay," I nodded. "Makes sense."

"Hey! Where are you guys?" I heard Zeke's muffled voice through the multiple lines of clothing racks we were standing in the middle of. "I think I found the one I want!"

We headed toward the voice, and a moment later, I spotted Zeke's head above the racks.

"He's this way," I pointed for Uriah.

We set off, and quickly reached him, where he was holding up a deep purple suit. He was grinning ear to ear, and I smiled.

"See if it fits," I said. "It'll look nice on you!"

"Okay," he grinned, and we all headed toward the dressing rooms. Zeke headed in and after a moment, he came back out, dressed in the perfectly~fitting suit.

Uriah whistled.

"It looks nice!" I smiled. "Are you getting it?"

He nodded and glanced at himself in the mirror again. "Yes. I really like it!"

"All right, now I need a suit and we can be on our way. Four, are you getting ready at our house?" I nodded.

"Yeah, I just need to grab a pair of shoes. While you look for a suit, I'll go look for those, but tell me when you're going to try it on; I want to see, okay?" Uriah agreed and we headed our separate ways. I followed the signs to the shoe section, skimming the selection before deciding on a pair of dark lace~up dress shoes. I pulled my size out from the pile and tried them on; they fit well, and were comfortable with their memory foam insole. I slid the second shoe on and walked down the aisle and back, making sure I wanted them, and I did. I switched back into my other shoes, just as I heard Uriah yelling my name.

"Coming!" I called. I headed toward the dressing room, where Uriah was changing and Zeke was sitting in a plastic chair. I sat next to him, and he asked about my shoes. I pulled them out and handed them over. He inspected them, nodding.

"Nice!" he said. Uriah stepped out, dressed in a deep green suit, and he stepped forward and twirled. I laughed.

"You look sharp!" Zeke whooped.

"I really like it!" Uriah spun again, and then said, "What time is it?"

"I don't know," I said, and Zeke shrugged. "I left my phone in the car."

"Me, too," Zeke and Uriah said in unison.

"I'll go ask," I said. I stood and headed to the front of the store, where I walked up to the clerk.

"Excuse me," I said. She turned.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Yes, can you tell me what time it is?" I asked.

"Seven thirty~one," she told me. I thanked her quickly and headed back toward the dressing room.

"We have to pick the girls up in twenty minutes! Come on!" I shrieked. They stared at me for a second, before everyone jumped up and began running to the front desk. There was a short line, and after about two minutes we were at the front.

"Put your stuff down," I ordered them and watched the price ring up to ninety~seven dollars and fifty cents. I scrambled through my pocket before coming up with two fifty dollar bills. I set them on the counter and grabbed the bag holding our items.

"Thanks!" I called as I dragged the brothers toward the door. "Keep the change!"

"Okay, back to the house; the dance starts in fifteen minutes!" Zeke yelled as we sped down the street, whooping and laughing in excitement.

Tris's P.O.V.

Do you like long ties? I mean, the ones not bow ties? I don't know what they're called.

I read the text from Four with a small smile. I do like ties, but bow ties are my all~time~favorite. They make any outfit or occasion look classy. But, all I responded with was:

Of course I like them! I can't wait to see you. You said you'd be here at seven fifty, right?

A moment later, I got a:

Yup. Can't wait to see you, too! :)

I finished putting on my shoes, which where the exact shade of peach that made up the belt wrapped around the waist of the dress. They were comfortable three inch heels with a pretty slim heel and small strap that wrapped around the front of my ankle and buckled into a small golden buckle. They fit just right. I had to wear them around the house all of last night to get used to the feeling of my toes being so close to the ground, but my heels a good couple inches up.

I fixed a stray hair, tucking it into the twist on the right side my head. There was a twist on each side, being held together in the back by a small bobby pin with peach sparkles accenting it.

I wore little makeup, for the idea of covering my face in powders and sticky glosses, covering up any natural beauty, is something I've never once been very fond of. All I wore was a simple line of midnight purple eyeliner around my lids and a layer of chapstick.

"Tris?" I heard outside my door. "Can I come in?"

"Yes," I called back.

Caleb stepped into my room and smiled at me.

"You look nice," he said.

"Thanks," I replied. "Are you going, too?" I asked, taking notice of his crisp white suit.

"Yeah," he responded, and turned his face away, but not before I registered a small hint of pink on his cheeks.

"Caleb . . .?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I . . . I don't know; I'm just . . . interested." I could easily spot the smile on his lips begging to be free.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

"So, what's his name?" He turned to look at me again, his mouth open slightly, and a look I was unable to pinpoint in his eyes. I rolled my own. "Caleb, we've been living together for sixteen years, okay? I know you, probably better than you know yourself. I knew from about age twelve that you were gay. Okay?"

"You're kidding. I did not even know I was gay then. I kind of . . . figured it out recently." He paused, then stepped forward, wrapping his arms around me. "I love you." I was a little surprised at the sudden turn of events; we'd been talking about the school dance just seconds ago. I wrapped my arms around his back.

"I love you, too." I paused, squeezing him tighter, then we let go. I grinned. "Now, why don't you tell me his name?"