Me: Plays trivia crack about Divergent on my phone while sitting in front of my computer, writing Divergent fanfiction.
Folks, I am officially re-obsessed.
Tobias POV.
I have to say. Tris's dreams are a lot worse than she usually makes them out to be. I always wake up in the morning, and she seems fazed, but not so much so that I would think it was anything more than a normal nightmare. I've had them before, about the war, but they weren't as consistent and reoccurring.
Tris has been having them for a long time, and I've noticed that. I had initially wanted to wait until she came to me about this on her own, but I couldn't help taking the opportunity to ask when I saw it.
She seems like she's feeling a lot better now.
I wonder how long she's been thinking about how I didn't know about it.
Tris composes herself quickly when we hear someone coming down the stairs, most likely Christina coming out to wake us up.
How good Tris is with acting like she's fine worries me. And how quickly she can switch between letting her feelings out one second to being fine the next is even more worrying.
I know that she's just acting, but she's damn good at it.
She wipes a tear from her face, and once it's gone, it's like it was never there in the first place. No signs that she was just crying.
Tris and I go out into the living room, where Uriah sits cross-legged on the couch, fiddling with some sort of device with a screwdriver.
"What's that?" Tris asks him.
"Booby trap. Just in case, you know?"
"What kind of explosives do you have in that?" Christina says from the other room. "You better not be keeping an active bomb in my house!"
Uriah rolled his eyes. "It's not an active bomb! And it definitely won't explode. Disperse a bunch of gross, smelly gas, however..."
"Ugh!"
Tris snorts and puts a hand over her mouth.
"Hey, Tris, I could use some help with this," Uriah says, gesturing for her to come sit down with him.
"Of course you do."
"Shut it."
She moves from my side over to him and sits down. He asks her to hold her finger against something on is little device while he messes with it.
"How do you know how to make a stink bomb?" I ask.
Uriah, not looking up from what he's doing, simply says, "I'm Dauntless." Then his hand falters a little. "Or, was Dauntless, that is." He stares at the ground for a moment, then snaps out of it and continues working as he speaks. "Zeke initially taught me how to make a normal smoke bomb, but I figured out ways to make it a stink bomb that also disperses smoke. All I really need is a couple of ingredients that smell really bad. Lucky for me, we're in Christina's house."
"I heard that!" Christina calls from the other room. She sounds annoyed.
"Yeah, yeah!" Uriah says back. "Anyway," he turns back to the device. He takes Tris's wrist and moves her hand away. "Zeke taught me how to make a smoke bomb, I turned it into a stink bomb, mastered it after playing a bunch of pranks on people when I was younger, yada yada."
He sticks the screwdriver into a spot on the bomb and yanks it down. A loud click goes off and Uriah sighs. "We're all set. Now all we need to do is put it somewhere and set a trigger."
"Is this actually going to be helpful at all?" Christina says as she comes out of the kitchen and leans against the doorframe.
"Pfft! Of course it will! Well, I mean, it'll distract them for a couple of seconds, I guess. I mean, it smells really bad. See, Tris?"
He holds it up right underneath her nose and her expression turns to disgust. She gags as she lifts her shirt up to her nose. "What the hell did you put in that?!" she says, shoving Uriah's arm away.
He laughs, loudly. "I'm not telling."
She flips him the finger.
"Hey, hey, I'm not letting a fight happen in my house," Christina announces.
"Says you," Uriah remarks with a grin on his face, placing his stink bomb on the floor. "Mrs. 'I Want to Pick a Fight all the Time.'" He uses his fingers to make quotation marks.
She gives him a death glare. "I pick my own fights in my own house."
"Oh no, I don't doubt that. Maybe you should just tone it down with that... that Fighting Spirit!" He makes weird fist motions in the air.
"Maybe you should tone it down with being annoying."
"Oh! Guilty as charged."
I catch eyes with Tris and we both share a sly smile. It's nice to be around a somewhat positive environment for once. In a place that's not a small, bugged apartment.
"Ugh, you guys are so cheezy," Christina says, looking from Tris to me.
"Awwww! But can't you see they're in looovvvee?" Uriah dramatically puts his hand over his heart and fake swoons.
Tris elbows him hard. "Mind you, we were silently laughing. At you."
The rest of the day goes on like that, sitting around, bickering, until we feel the need to go to bed around one in the morning.
We'll be setting more traps tomorrow; I made Uriah agree to make these ones a bit more dangerous.
