I edited Chapter 3 a little, if anyone wants to reread it. Just a little bit of FourTris blossoming, nothing major.

The final bell rings, signally the end of the week and the start of the planning of the Pedrad brother's big Halloween Bash. I did everything in my power this week to get away from the girls with no luck. I see a familiar tall figure with a neck tattoo walking in front of me and I try to maneuver my way through the crowds, but I'm intercepted.

"Tris!" sings a voice.

I wince. "Hey, Marlene."

She gives me a childlike grin. "I know what you were gonna do. You know you can't see him."

I glare at her – or rather, attempt to glare at her. It's kinda hard to be mad at someone when they're looking at you with child-like innocence. I groan.

"I can't even see him for a little while?" I complain. She gives me a small, pitiful smile. I scream in frustration (partly for show) before allowing her to drag me away from the halls.

"It's only for another day," she says soothingly. I grind my teeth but remain silent. "I know what you need." She grins.

"To see Four," I grumble.

"Noooo," she laughs. "A slumber party!"

I halt. "You're kidding, right?" I say.

She shakes her head. "C'mon, it'll be fun. You, me, Chris, and Shauna. We can do our nails, get a game plan for tomorrow," she rambles. I must have a shocked look on my face because she frowns a little. "It'll be fun," she repeats, looping her arm through mine and guiding me back to my room. I notice that there are two overnight duffle bags on the floor.

"Where are you gonna sleep?" I ask.

She shrugs. "Probably on the floor or something."

I shake my head. "Absolutely not. Are you and Shauna okay with sharing a bed?"

"Yes?" she says hesitantly. It sounds like a question. I nod as I walk over to my closet. "Tris, what're you doing?"

I don't answer her as I stand on my tip-toes and get the box I need down. "My mom always made sure that I was prepared," I explain as I show it to her.

"So she made you pack an air bed?"

I smirk. "Yeah, but it beats sleeping on the floor, right?"

She laughs. "Yeah, I guess it does."

XxX

Come 5:30, the four of us girls are walking back to Chris' and my room. Marlene's sitting on my bed and Shauna's leaning against the side of it. Chris and I are sitting on her bed and we're talking about anything and everything. You'd think that as close as the four of us are, and the fact that we've only seen each other for the last several days, that we'd be sick of each other, but we aren't.

"Oh my God, you guys, you know what next weekend is?" Shauna says.

The other two girls shake their heads as I say, unthinkingly, "Paintball at the Pier."

Shauna grins excitedly. "Yeah!"

Marlene smirks as Christina turns to face me. "How'd you know that, Tris?" she questions.

I bite my lip. "Four and I went to the Pier last weekend because I was bored and wanted to go somewhere." I shrug.

"And what did you do on this 'adventure'?" Chris asks, making air quotes.

"We rode on the carousel and the Ferris wheel and got a bite to eat and came back to watch some movies and shows. Nothing more nor less."

They all look at me in surprised silence. "So," Shauna starts, "have you and Four had sex?"

I flush and shake my head. "No."

She raises her eyebrows. "I don't know why I'm surprised. I know he's not like that and that you're not like that, but you guys seems so madly in love that… I just assumed…"

I offer a small smile. "I understand."

She nods when Marlene pipes up. "You know, we should get our nails done for tomorrow."

Christina squeals as she gets up and skips to the bathroom. We can hear her banging around, looking for something. She reemerges with a large box. "Who's first?" she sings.

Shauna gets up and she and I switch places. "Do that dark red with the cracked black polish," Shauna says. Chris nods and gets to work.

Mar and I start looking through all of Chris' nail polishes. I find a dark purple that would look amazing with her costume, but finding a polish that would match mine proves to be a bit more of a challenge.

"What about this blue one?" Mar suggests.

"That one's too dark," Shauna comments. "What about white?"

"Too innocent," Christina declares. "She's going as a matured Alice, she needs to be…sexy. Like black."

"Absolutely not," I draw the line. "Not black."

Chris groans as Marlene giggles. "How about a rose-colored red? There's roses on her fishnets," proposes Shauna.

"No," Mar muses. "Doesn't match her costume enough."

They keep going, bickering when an idea occurs to me. "Guys," I start. They all look at me. I tell them my idea which they all love, except for Chris, only because it's going to take her forever to do it perfectly. But eventually she agrees that it is the absolute perfect design for mature Alice.