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"Say Dauntless!" Christina squeals, holding her phone up, about to take the picture. Marlene and I beam at the camera happily, making identical peace signs.

The bright flash goes off. I barely wince; it's exactly like the bright lights flashing in every corner of Zeke's apartment and the yells and music that are threatening to make me deaf.

"Perfect!" She says, inspecting the picture before smiling at us.

Holly and Claire come up. "Hi!"

"Oh - hi!" I exclaim, turning to face them. "You guys look great!"

"Aww, thanks, Tris. You too!"

"We should take a group picture!" Christina says. "Will can take it for us. Will!" She calls, seeing Will lounging by the doorway on his phone. He looks up, grinning. "How's my beautiful fiancee?"

Christina rolls her eyes. "Can you take a picture for us?"

"Ok," he grins. "How many? I've certainly had experience with your hundreds of selfies." He shrinks back as Christina gives him a playful slap. "Shut up!"

The rest of us snicker as she sighs. "You didn't answer my question!" Will protests. Chris groans. "As many as needed," she proclaims. "Just do it!"

"When'd you become a Nike fan?" Will mutters, lifting the camera. Christina ignores him and beams. "Okay, guys, cheese on three! One, two..."

Holly winks at Marly and I nod back, grinning at Claire. We all catch the unspoken message.

"THREE - CHEESE!"

"GOUDA!" Marlene yells, at the same time that Claire and Holly both holler "CHEDDAR!". And I follow it up immediately, yelling "MOZZARELLA!" We all start laughing simultaneously, Christina's hands on her hips in a mock angry stance as Will takes the picture.

Christina glares at us. "I just, I give up." She throws her hands in the air, shaking her head. "Why?"

"Don't you love us?" I ask, flicking my hair mock-fashionably. No, not mock-fashionably. It was very fashionable. I'm so cool.

Christina sighs, grinning slightly. "These are my friends, guys," She says unhappily to no one in particular, gesturing to us. Her voice is drowned out in the deafening mass of sound anyway, though.

Suddenly, a song starts playing over the speakers set up in every corner.

Lately I been, I been losing sleep...

"YEAH!" Christina cries, jumping up and down. "This song is my jam." She gives me a tight hug and bounces off to get her phone from Will. "See you at Truth or Dare!" She calls. I wave back and start dancing to the beat myself with Marly.

A pair of arms wrap around me and a deep voice rumbles next to me. "Well, isn't someone lively."

I turn. "T-Four!"

"Hey Tris," Tobias smiles lovingly at me, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way."

I raise myself up on my tiptoes and give him a kiss. "You don't look so bad yourself," I whisper, tracing his shoulderblade. He laughs. "I guess I don't look like much in comparison to the most beautiful girl in the room."

I sigh softly. "Tobias," I whisper.

"I mean it." He plants a short kiss on my forehead. "Completely." Tobias grins at me. "Can I give you something?"

I smile. "Yeah, sure." Suddenly, his attention is drawn to the wrapped parcel I hold in my hand. "Is that for me?" He asks, a hopeful beam on his face. I roll my eyes. "Eh..."

"TRIS!" His hand flies to his heart, and a mock despairing expression appears on his face. "I feel so loved."

"You are loved." I come up on my tiptoes and give him another kiss. "So, what was it you wanted to show me?"

"Come with me." Tobias squeezes my hand, and leads me through Zeke's apartment, up the staircase, and onto the rooftop. My breath catches as the sky comes into view, stretching over our whole world, glittering with thousands of silver stars. This is exactly like the night he proposed. And I can't even hear the yells or music from below anymore: it's utter solitude.

This was also the same rooftop we played Truth or Dare upon last year. I smile slightly, reliving the memories of when I was an initiate: carefree and exhilarated. Now I'm a Dauntless leader. A Dauntless leader. The reality sinks in once again, and I stumble slightly.

"Tris, are you okay?" Tobias' face comes into view, worried and concerned.

"Yeah," I brush away his concerns. "Can I give you your present first?" I make an effort to smile through my anxiety.

Tobias still looks slightly concerned, but he seems to brush it off as well. "Yeah, sure," he grins, beaming.

I hand him the parcel and entwine my hands together nervously, waiting to see his reaction. Unwrapping my present seems to take him the longest time ever as I bite my lip and tap my feet and complete every other action in the world to show how nervous I am. Joy.

At long last, he opens it. For ten seconds, he doesn't speak, just staring. And I begin to babble. "Do you like it? I... it was supposed to be, you know, like us when we were kids and us now, you get it? Yeah, I just wanted something like that, and the inscription is like 'I love you for all that you are and all that you have been and all you're yet to be'... it's like because we were sort of friends as kids and you were still an amazing friend, and I don't know if you remember it but we kind of knew each other in school and you helped me get over the teacher who bullied us and-"

Tobias finally moves and puts a finger to my lips. "Tris," he whispers, his voice trembling slightly. He lifts his eyes to meet mine. They're sparkling as they were before, but not with amusement anymore. With a different type of emotion. Shimmering with love. Sadness. Tenderness. Warmth. Pure... love.

"First of all," he begins, his voice shaking slightly. He swallows and continues. "I love it. It's amazing. Now that I've got that off of your mind..." He really does know me so well. "I love you too, my Tris. And of course I remember: every single instance you described. I remember going to many other Abnegation childrens' houses when I was young: Marcus..." His voice suddenly ends abruptly and he clenches his fists before continuing, plowing through the pain. I stroke his cheek. "Marcus knew tens of hundreds of important people so we would be going out to government officials' houses most days of the week for dinner. If I embarrassed him, he would whip me once we got home." Tobias closes his eyes. "I remember going to the Prior's house one of the most, actually. It's vague now, but I still remember you... and Caleb who was always barricaded up in his room." I swallow hard, a sudden lump forming in my throat at the remembrance of Abnegation. "Well, of course you remember me. I'm very memorable," I whisper softly, a weak attempt at humor. Tobias continues, brushing away a stray hair on my face."Of course, when we knocked, Caleb would let us in, but sit in the corner, reading."

That realization hits me like a brick wall once again. I should've realized before. All the signs were there that he was going to Erudite. I just turned a blind eye and looked to it as selflessness: as a sign that he wanted to better himself so he could further help our community. I sigh and wait for Tobias to continue.

"But I remember you," Tobias chuckles. "You, who intrigued me the most. You, who led me into your room, away where the adults couldn't see us, and proceeded to grab my hands and waltz me around the room. You, who got stuck in the tree outside your window and made me come out there too so you could pretend you were a princess and I was your prince coming to rescue you." Tobias laughs, and I take this moment to intervene.

"I don't remember any of that!"

"Like you would. I bet that we were like, what. 4 and 6?"

I make a "whatever" noise in the back of my throat. Tobias grins. "I love it, though, Tris. I really absolutely love it. It's a symbol of us." He leans in to kiss me, smiling. "I'll treasure it forever."

"You promise you won't lose it?" I murmur.

"Promise," he answers, and I can hear the hint of amusement return to his voice.

I grin. "So, what did you want to show me?"

"Oh! Close your eyes," he says happily.

"I have to?" I grumble, but I close them anyway. As soon as the absolute darkness hits me, soft music begins playing in the background, serenading the night.

Kiss me, out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Something cold settles around my neck and I gasp, my hand flying to my neck. I look down to see a simple silver necklace with a little infinity symbol hanging off of it. It's silver, transitioning into jet black, then fading into a silver again. The chain is thin and intricately woven silver strands into a beautiful design. It's gorgeous. I whirl around. "I love it." I kiss him once again, winding my arms around his neck. Tobias sighs into the kiss, his arms around me. "I'm glad."

The music fades back into earshot.

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

Tobias grins, sinking to one knee and spreading out his arms. "May I have this dance, my lady?"

I grin, sinking into a mock-curtsy. "You certainly may."

You wear those shoes and I will, wear that dress.

Tobias gets up and takes my hand.

Oh, kiss me... beneath the milky twilight.

Lead me out on the moonlit floor... lift your open hand,

He gives me a twirl and we dance together, swaying to the beat as one, the city slowly dropping off to sleep around us and the stars and moon our only audience.

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,

Silver moon's sparkling

Tobias move a stray hair off of my face. I bury my face in his chest, savoring every moment we're together: this closeness, this intimacy. The moonlight plays across his hair, giving the normally bronze color streaks of silver.

So kiss me.

I close my eyes, relishing the warmth and softness. His warm touch dances lightly across my arm, giving me a tingling sensation all over my body.

Kiss me, down by the broken tree house,

Swing me, upon its hanging tire,

Bring, bring - bring your flowered hat,

We'll take the trail marked on your, father's map...

Oh - kiss me...

Tobias wraps his arms around me and hefts me into the air. I shriek as he spins me around, grinning boyishly.

Beneath the milky twilight,

Lead me out on the moonlit floor... lift your open hand,

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,

Silver moon's sparkling,

"I love you," he whispers shakily.

So kiss me.

"I love you too."

We enter the party once again; I'm fingering my necklace and I can't stop smiling every few seconds. Tobias has this dopey, boyish grin on his face too that he can't seem to get rid of. It only intensifies whenever anyone looks at him strangely, noting his grin.

I hug him, grinning. "That was fun."

"Yeah," he grins, ruffling my hair. "Can we go get some food?"

"Sure," I answer. "I'm literally starving."

We make our way over to the table and each pick up a plate, loading assorted snacks onto our respective platters. Suddenly, someone taps my shoulder. "Tris!"

I turn. "Chris!" Christina grins at me as we hug each other. She's carrying a thick backpack over her shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tobias mutter: "Tris and Chris," grinning.

"Tris, we're all going up to the rooftop in a few minutes to play truth or dare." I smile, remembering our earlier excursion onto the rooftop.

"Why're you smiling?"

"Oh, no reason," I answer hurriedly, realizing I left her hanging for a few seconds. "Yeah, sure. Wait, but I have to go back to my apartment to change!"

"Oh, no you don't," Christina grins. "I brought a backpack with a change of clothes for everyone. I wasn't going to risk last time happening again."

I smile. Then frown. "Wait, where'd you get my clothes?"

"Tris, we were in your apartment without you for half an hour. Your clothes were right there."

"Oh."

Christina grins and fishes a plastic white bag out of her backpack and presses it into my hands. "Go get changed. We'll meet you up on the rooftop."

"Okay. See you!" She disappears into the crowd. I turn and give Tobias a light kiss. "See you soon." He smiles.

I duck into a bathroom, lock the door and change quickly. Now clad in leggings and a black crop top with a fuzzy black mohair sweater on top, I make my way back up the stairs, my cloth jacket slung over one arm.

"Hi!" Zeke calls, patting a spot next to him. They're all sitting in a circle, which for some reason reminds me of elementary school show and tell. I ignore him in favor of sitting next to Tobias, who gives me a warm smile.

"Hey!" Zeke frowns at me.

I roll my eyes. "Sorry, Ezekiel."

"I'M ZEKE!"

"Same difference." Zeke huffs. "We're just waiting on Shauna now."

I bite my lip, his reference reminding me of something. "Um, are you two all right?"

"What?"

"You and Shauna. During initiation, you both seemed a little... off." Immediately, I apologize. "You don't have to answer, sorry if I'm being rude."

Zeke shrugs. "It wasn't anything big. We just had a little fight and, um, kinda broke up."

I suck in a breath. Tobias leans forward. "Zeke, bro, are you all right?"

"Oh, yeah. We got back together yesterday." He grins at us. "We both understood that it was silly."

"Good." I grin, just as Shauna appears at the top of the staircase and heaves herself onto the rooftop. "HI GUYS!"

"HI SHAUNA!" Zeke answers, mimicking her excited tone. Shauna throws him a dirty look. "Shut up, Ezekiel."

"I'M ZEKE!" Zeke yells again with a groan. Shauna plops herself down next to him and gives him a peck on the cheek. "Okay, Ezekiel." I grin. Payback for last year.

"Okay, sorry to interrupt this drama, but we should start." Christina interjects, smiling.

"I GET TO START!" Zeke yells. Will rubs his ear. "Zeke, man, a little softer, please?"

"I get to start!" Zeke repeats, a little quieter. "Okay. Um." He scans the circle. "Oh! Okay. Marly, truth or dare?"

By the way, credits to RCC2002 for my new nickname. I forgot to mention that last chapter. Ready… set… CUE APPLAUSE! *applause*

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