BACK! So, I updated World of Divergent for the first time in ten months. Yay for me. But TEN ;) You know. Four plus Six. Yeah. I totally meant to do that. But thanks to the Guest for reminding me about it. Anyway, hope you like this chapter, and thanks to all my reviewers!

Disclaimer: Still don't own Divergent. Too tired to think of anything else to write.

"Quiet, Tris. Shopping has been proven to be extremely therapeutic for women, relieving stress as well as strengthening the immune system." Christina gives me a small grin and turns away, beginning to rifle through a rack of floral skirts.

"Huh?" I cock my head, confused. "Where'd that come from?"

"I looked it up especially for our next shopping trip so that you would stop complaining." Christina smirks. "I'm so proud of me."

I attempt to roll my eyes and shake my head simultaneously. I don't think it's working. "You're impossible sometimes, you know?"

"Nothing's impossible!" Christina sings happily. I just turn away and begin exaggeratedly talking to Holly. I feel her grinning over my shoulder. I voice that thought.

"I can feel you smiling," I say, still facing Holly.

"That's impossible."

AHA! I turn and take great joy in slowly, and hopefully painfully, declaring "NOTHING'S IMPOSSIBLE!"

Holly and Claire simultaneously burst into laughter and then try to stifle it as Christina stares daggers at all three of us.

"I don't like you." She sighs, turning back to the clothes. "I wish Marlene could've come. She would've supported me."

I grin. "Well, she's not here. She's already bought her dress, and now she's off doing stuff with Uriah..." My lips curl into an evil smile.

"Ew, Tris!" Christina's face contorts into a disgusted expression. "The images! Ugh... okay, I've changed my mind. I really don't like you." She turns away, her nose in the air.

In an obvious attempt to calm her down, Claire dashes away, and comes back with a deep red, almost maroon crop top with long sleeves, straps crisscrossing the front and a deep V-neck. "Christina - I saw this earlier. You like it?"

Christina's face lights up. "Ooh - yes! This is so cute!" She descends upon Claire, wrapping her in a tight hug. "THANK YOU! I forgive you. Tris and Holly are still mean."

"Thank you?" Claire awkwardly tries to hug Christina back. "And I know. I am way nicer than they are." She smirks at us. My jaw drops open. Traitor.

Chris finally pulls away and heaves a sigh. "I'll have to try this on later. First, dresses!" Claire grins happily

She plops the shirt into our cart and chases Holly and I to the back left of the store before we can escape; Claire holding our forearms to prevent either of us from bolting. As the clothes begin to melt from jeans and sweaters to formal and party dresses, I sigh. Maybe this won't be too bad?

"So... Holly first?" Claire asks, giving Holly a nudge. Holly starts out of her stupor and looks at Claire with a sorrowful expression. "I've been betrayed!" Claire ignores her.

Christina beams. "Sure." She looks Holly over, before abruptly turning and disappearing into the racks and aisles of frilly dresses.

"Should I be scared?" Holly asks, grinning.

"Holly!" Claire scolds. "How long do you think she'll take?" She asks me.

"Chris?" I ask. "Right about..." I pretend to check my nonexistent watch. "Now."

"HOLLY!" Comes a yell. "I FOUND THE PERFECT DRESS FOR YOU!"

"That was fast," Holly says, startled. She grins. "I WANNA SEE!" She yells back. A passing Candor employee clothed in black and white gives us a dirty look.

"Sorry," Holly whispers. I grin. "Let's go see your dress."

A few minutes later, as Holly steps out of the dressing room, Christina claps in pleasure. "Absolutely perfect!" Holly's dress is velvety and black, tight in the right places with a flared skirt. The straps are an inch wide, moving from the dress up over her shoulders and crisscrossing to move downward and reach the back of the dress. The cutouts over her hips are covered with sheer black lace woven in an intricate pattern. It's not my style, but she looks stunning. Chris is really good at this.

Holly grins and gives us a twirl. "Chris, you even found it in my size. It's so comfortable!"

Christina smiles. "You need shoes to go with that. We'll meet you in the shoe section soon: Claire'll join you once we find her dress."

"Okay," Holly says. She turns to me. "Tris? What do you think?"

"Cute," I grin. "I bet Liam would love that." She gives me a playful slap. "Shut up, Tris."

"Claire's turn!" Christina squeals.

After ten minutes of sauntering up and down aisles, we find a dress for Claire. Hers is looser; a strapless black lace dress hanging down in ruffles to her knee and a sweetheart neckline lined with tiny black roses. After she tries it on and gets the "Christina Ross Stamp of Approval", she waves and runs off to go join Holly in the shoe section.

Christina finds her dress not long after; turns out she's had her eye on it this whole time. She practically sprints to the dressing room and I settle down on one of the chairs outside the room, checking the clock every few seconds and watching the little kid next to me play Pokemon.

Chris comes out, swathed in black fabric. "How do I look?" She asks, smiling. Her dress is so... Christina. It's a horizontal striped dress that ends at mid-thigh, intricate red lace followed by a strip of black fabric: so on and so forth. It's sleeveless, and the skirt is a clean, modern design of black with little intricate red beading. The back is just two strips of crisscrossing red lace. It suits her down to the last stitch.

"Chris, you look stunning. Will won't be able to keep his hands off of you all night," I say with a smile. She bites her lip. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. It's gorgeous."

"Okay," Christina hugs me. "Love you, Tris. Now for the best part. We need to find your dress!"

She excuses herself and goes back into the waiting room, emerging a minute later with her dress slung over one arm. "Let's do this!"

We wander aimlessly through the aisles, Chris picking up one dress after another. I see a few I like, but not enough to wear. After a while, I just follow Christina obliviously, letting her pick out dresses for me.

"Okay, I think I'm done." She says suddenly. "Try these on." She heaves a pile of dresses into my arms. I stagger toward the dressing rooms, my view blocked by the dresses. "Don't crash into anything!" I hear her call. Aww. She loves me. "Really, I'm serious! You'll ruin the dresses!" Never mind.

One after another, the dresses are rejected. Too poofy. Too straight. Too ruffly. Too plain. Too revealing. Too concealing. And then I walk out, modeling the second to last dress.

It's black dress cut off at the thighs and moulded comfortably to my body. There's only one sleeve over my right arm, but the other arm, I suppose, is going sleeveless. There are cutouts over my shoulders and one triangle cutout over my left hip; not bad enough to be revealing, but still modern and stylish. Little silver and red gems dot the neckline, adding dimension to the dress. This dress is right up there with the gorgeous black dress I wore last initiation.

"I love it!" Christina squeals, throwing her arms around me. "You are utterly stunning in this, Tris. Please get it. Please? Please?"

I paste a skeptical expression on my face, just to annoy her. "I don't know..."

"PLEASE?"

"Fine," I grin. I can't keep up the facade for long. "It's beautiful," I breathe, tracing the lines and gems adorning the dress. "I hope it's not too expensive. The tag says these little jewels are... real..." I look at the little gems adorning the dress and suddenly see them in a whole new light.

Christina just looks at me. "Tris. You're a Dauntless leader. Your salary is given to you by the government AND bigger than probably anyone's here. You're filthy rich."

"Really?" I muse. "I should really start looking into finance matters beginning tomorrow. It wouldn't feel right spending this much though..."

"Not again. Tris, can I tell you something?"

"Yeah?"

"This past year as a factions ambassador, you've worked harder than any of us, really. And during initiation, you've been absolutely fabulous. Uriah and I have had our fair share of work with the Dauntless initiates, but you and Four were amazing in the way you worked with the initiates, not acting like you were better than them. It's probably the Abnegation in you."

I smile slightly; she doesn't know that there's Abnegation in Tobias too. But it's still so sweet. She continues on. "Tris, every single initiate this year graduated except for Britney. That was her name, right? Anyway, you have no idea what kind of a record that is for Dauntless. Taking in only the top ten initiates has hurt Dauntless way too much; I actually checked the records. You are a positive influence here, and I bet you and Four are going to be the best leaders ever." She gives me a hug. "You've worked way too much, you deserve a little break and an allowance to splurge." She gives me a sad smile. "Anyway, you're going to be busy for the next year or years. You won't have time for us anymore. You'll be with Four, starting a new life. Come to the party, let's have a great time before your duties start tomorrow. You deserve it."

"Chris..." I whisper, my throat beginning to ache. "I..."

"Tris, you don't need to say anything. I'm fine with it, really. I know it's your job. But you deserve this. Please."

I can't handle it anymore. I throw my arms around Chris and bury my face into her shoulder, shaking slightly. After a few seconds, I pull away slightly to speak. "Christina, you are literally my best friend. I am never going to abandon you guys; I'll quit being a leader if I have to. You were the first real friends I had outside of the few friendships I had at Abnegation. You, in particular, were the first person I met at Dauntless." She gives me a tiny smile at this. "I love you, I don't know what I'd do without you, and you've always been there for me." I hug her one more time. "Okay?"

"Okay." She hugs me back. "Please, Tris?"

"Fine," I grin. "Let's go." We go pick out shoes with Holly and Claire and pay for everything at the counter, including Christina's dark red crop top that I think she might love even more than she loves Will.

Okay, probably not. But almost as much.

We bid farewell to Holly and Claire who run off to their new apartments to get ready. And then I remember that I have to find a present for Tobias. "Oh, Christina! Can I meet you back at my apartment in twenty minutes?"

"What? Why?"

"I need to go get a present for To-Four. Today, a year ago, was the day he asked me to be his girlfriend. He gave me roses this morning."

"Aww," Christina beams. "That's so cute. Yeah, sure. Could you give me the keys to your apartment? Marlene was coming too so we could all get ready together. She and I can just finish our makeup and hair and we'll do you last when you get back."

"Thanks," I say gratefully, handing her my keys. "Could you drop my dress and shoes off in my apartment too?"

"Yeah, sure. Bye!" She waves, turning to walk down the hall.

"See you soon!" I call. And then I turn and dash down to the Pit, knowing I don't have a lot of time. As I pass each store, I just take a quick glance inside and move on, not really seeing anything great. Shirts... eh, not special enough. Flowers... definitely not. Jewelry... uh, no. And then I see a store that custom-makes items. Interesting.

I step inside, looking around curiously. The girl at the counter looks up, a smile on her face. "Hi, welcome to Johnson's Custom Shop, how can I help you?"

"I'd like something custom made - what do you have?" I ask. "Wait, actually, how long will this kind of thing take?"

"Oh, just fifteen minutes or so if you want things like a picture pasted onto glass or wood or something but a up to a few days if you want like a sculpture custom made."

"Can I get the glass thing?" I suddenly have an idea. She nods. "Take it off the Dauntless leader account," I add, and her eyes widen. "Six?"

"Yeah," I say, giving her a slight nod. "Anyway, could you give me a minute?"

"Yeah, sure."

I pull out my cell phone and dial my parents' number. I hesitate slightly, my thumb hovering over the call button, but out of pure will I press down anyway. After a few rings, someone picks up. "Prior residence, Abnegation, how can I help you?"

My mother's voice does something to my insides, and I swallow hard to reply. "Mom, it's Tri - Beatrice."

Silence.

"Beatrice? How are you?"

"I'm great, mom. How are you?"

Oh, shoot. I can't ask her how she is. Abnegation.

"Good," she answers, slightly uneasily. "Why are you calling, sweetie?"

"Do you remember Marcus and Tobias Eaton? When they came over for dinner when Caleb and I were younger?" Caleb. The line has gone unnaturally still.

"Mom?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Beatrice. Yes, of course I remember them."

"Would you possibly have any pictures of Tobias and I?"

"Probably, I would have to check though. Caleb would be in the picture too, though."

"That's fine." I can crop it. I don't say that aloud though, not wanting to say it in front of her. "Could you email the picture to me?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thanks, mom."

"No, thank you, Beatrice."

I'm about to say "bye" when she speaks one more time. "Beatrice... will you be visiting soon?"

I'm filled with guilt. "Yes, of course, mom. I'll visit as soon as I can. I can't wait to see you guys. I love you."

"I love you too," she says. I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Bye," I say.

"Good-bye, Beatrice."

The line goes dead.

I open my email and after a few seconds, I hear a ding. A new email surfaces, and I open it to see a picture of little me, Tobias and Caleb all standing in front of the dining table, grinning happily at the camera. Carefully, using an editing app on my phone, I crop Caleb out of the picture, then show the picture to the girl. "Could you put this onto a glass rectangle and another picture beside it? And would it be possible to engrave something on that too?"

"Yes, that won't take long. May I use your phone?"

"Yeah."

Within two minutes, the picture is pasted onto a glass rectangle that has intricate gold designs around the edges. I show the girl a second picture of me and Tobias kissing in front of the Chasm - it was taken by Christina last summer. We're both completely unaware of anyone watching, lost in each other. The girl smiles slightly at the picture. "Four, right?"

"Yeah."

She smiles and proceeds to put the second picture onto the glass as well. "What would you like me to engrave?"

I smile.

"TRIS!" Marlene yells, when she sees me entering the apartment. "How was the shopping trip?" She smirks.

Christina falls on Marlene, fake-weeping and wailing her heart out. "MARLENE! I ALREADY TOLD YOU! YOU ABANDONED ME! I WAS OUTNUMBERED!" She gives us a mocking dramatic pose, her hand at her chest. "The... the only support I had was CLAIRE! I WAS BETRAYED!"

Marlene pats Chris' arm comfortingly then turns to me. "Tris, I think you broke her."

"I did not!"

Christina sighs. "And the only way I will be all right again, is if we start hair and makeup on Tris IMMEDIATELY," she grins evilly.

Marlene grins at me too. "Okay Tris, looks like you're up now."

"But... but..." I trail off.

"Yes, Tris?" Christina looks at me, a sugary sweet expression plastered on her face.

"Fine," I sigh. "Let's get this over with."

Once again, I am thrown into the ritual of Christina doing my makeup and Marlene fixing my hair. This time, Christina goes for the natural look once again, but also opting for daring colors to stand out. I watch as she layers my eyeshadow until it reaches a bronze-like color, darkening at the sides. She gives me a black eyeliner, adding a wing at each end of my eye. She curls my eyelashes and gives them a thin layer of mascara. How do I know all this? She's giving me a running commentary as she does my makeup.

"And now, I'm doing your foundation," she lectures, using a brush to spread a pale peach powder all over my face. Unluckily, my mouth is open, and I gag and spit as the powder enters my mouth. "EWW!"

"Your fault," she grins. The rest of the time passes by peacefully; I take a short nap as Christina finishes my makeup and Marlene does my hair.

"WAKE UP!"

I am startled awake and I blink my eyes blearily, looking around in confusion. "Huh?"

"Tris, you have to go change."

"Ok," I mumble. I stumble into the bathroom and change into my dress before walking back out and slipping on a pair of red high heels. I grab my phone and keys from the nightstand, pick up the package for Tobias, and smile at Christina and Marlene. "Let's go, guys."

By chance, I glance into the mirror as we leave my apartment, and I am left gaping.

They've done it again. I look like me, but... I don't. My hair cascades in soft, floaty waves around my shoulders, and my dress is absolutely stunning and hugs me comfortably. I... I... I'm... I just feel beautiful, for once in my life. Special.

"Thank you, once again." I give them a hug. "The best friends anyone could ever ask for."

"Aww." Marlene hugs me back and gives me a light kiss on the forehead. "You're beautiful, Tris. Now let's go find Four and use you to make him speechless. I've never seen him speechless before, and today will be the day." She beams. "Now let's go have some fun!"

This chapter was not edited, so sorry for any misspellings or anything. Review, and I'll see you soon!

~DP4L ;)