(A/N: If this is late, which I presume it will be, I'm very sorry. I've been trying to get a better life schedule recently, forming some new habits. This takes up more of my time than usual. For example, for the past month or so, my usual 9 PM to 10 PM writing time is for my reading assignments, as decreed by my parents. I spend 6 PM to 6:30 PM working out, and 8:00 PM to 8:15 PM writing in my journal. I really appreciate your patience, and for once I AM ACCEPTING SUGGESTIONS. Please, send me any ideas, or things you'd like to see in this story. I know I said I would do forty chapters, but I'm just going to do as many as it takes to get to the end of their school year and then sign off. I will then put all my energies left in fanfiction writing into The Letters of Fate, then once that is signed off, I will consider wrapping up the Language of Love. On with the chapter!)

Tobias' POV

My head whips around in sync with Tris', as we hear a loud slap come from behind us. Everyone has turned their heads, instantly shutting up and staring excitedly at the source of the noise. Typical, another fight. It's not one of our friends or even somebody in our year, but I recognise one of the girls getting into the confrontation. They're not really fighting, just shouting at each other with occasional slapping or shoving, but what I do notice is that they stop for a moment, see Tris, and laugh their heads off. I toss them a death glare and scowl, before pulling my arm around Tris's shoulder and walking off. She smiles like she's fine, but I see straight through her.

"Tobias? Come in, come in," Tris says with a smile, stepping aside so I can come in. She knew I was coming, but she almost seems surprised that I'm here. I'm not surprised to see that Caleb isn't sitting at the dining room table pouring over books or watching some documentary, he and Christina have been spending every waking moment they can together. It was really strange at first, seeing them together, purely because it seemed like they were two entirely different people and wouldn't last, but it's been almost a week and they're still all over each other.

I look at Tris' face as we sit down on her living room sofa. She's leaning into me more than usual as she flicks through her TV with a slightly wobbly hand, her head on my shoulder. She seems really fragile, almost like glass, as opposed to the titanium shield she sometimes puts up so she can appear as Dauntless and brave as she so desires. It only takes me a few seconds to figure out why she's being so quiet, so different than my usual, characteristic Tris who is always full of energy. She likes to pretend that what those girls in the changing room the other day didn't bother her, but I know that they did.

"Trix, you're sure you're okay?" Her head turns hastily, her eyes looking both lost in thought and distant.

"No, no, I'm fine!"

"No, you're not. Follow me," I say, pulling her to my feet. I know they don't have many mirrors in their house, and the few they do have are covered by a sliding door. She gives me a strange, confused look, as if to say, that this is my house I know every nook and cranny of it by hand, but I pull her gently upstairs, into her room to the sliding mirror on the wall.

"What are you doing Tobias?" she says with a short laugh, but she just seems tired and sad, like there's a cloud of negativity hanging over her. I pull the slide from the mirror and have her stand in front of it, my hands on her shoulders. She shies away from the reflection slightly, a slight scowl on her lips.

"Tris, look in the mirror. You're beautiful, every bit of you," I say it into her ear in a low voice. She smiles and looks a fraction longer at the reflection, but she still seems distant and self-conscious.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," she says quietly, murmuring. She can't even meet her own eyes in the mirror.

"No, I'm saying that because if I didn't know you and I saw you on the street I'd think, wow isn't she just gorgeous," I slowly bring my hands away from her shoulders as she stands in front of the mirror herself, finally looking at it properly. I can see the self-consciousness fade in her eyes, but there's a little pinch of fear that still lingers there. She turns a relieved smile on her lips, hugging me tightly. I hold her to me, letting out my own sigh of relief when she pulls away and suggests we go to the park or the bowling alley, because with the smile and gleam in her eye, I know Tris is back, even if she's not as confident in herself as I'd love her to be. I always knew she wasn't really confident in her appearance, but now I want more than anything for her to see how truly beautiful she is.

Tris' POV

"Dammit," I seethe as I rummage through my bag, scratting around wildly looking for my mirror. I'm just about to go to the fair, and I intended to put on some light make-up before we went with our friends, but now I can't see what I'm doing because I don't have a mirror, and I can't use my phone camera because my phone is dead. I'm just about to call it quits and just leave all my make-up off, but then Tobias speaks up from beside me.

"Do you want me to do your make-up for you?" he asks, smirking slightly at my dumbfounded face.

"What?" I bark out, my voice shrill. I never expected him to say or do anything of the sort, so when he suggests it, I giggle and nod.

"Okay, just tell me what to do okay," he laughs quietly as I hand him the make-up bag. I pull out my foundation.

"Just put a little bit of that all over my face," I say, struggling not to giggle as he measures out how many pumps it is, looking at me for confirmation. I want to break out in laughter at his face as he carefully wipes it all over my face. I'm probably going to look pretty ridiculous when I get there, but it's going to be totally worth it for how hard we're both laughing as he tries to wipe the cosmetics from my eyebrows.

"What's next?" he says, trying to be serious but utterly failing.

"Highlighter. Just put a little on my cheekbones and the middle of my nose. Then blend it all in with this," I say, hoping he doesn't go too heavy handed with the powder. The look of concentration on his face is so adorable, it takes a lot of willpower for me not to lean across the seat of the bus and kiss him, but I don't because it goes over a bump and we both get jostled a little, the brush he's holding to my face going off a little to the side. I start giggling pretty loudly, so much so the people in front of us turn their heads to see what's going on. Tobias holds in a laugh with his hand, shushing me playfully.

This goes on until we get to the stop just outside the fair, and by the time I get off and see Christina waiting, she looks like she's seen a ghost. She doesn't even say hi, just walks right up to me and starts trying to smooth out lines and remove some of the product.

"Did you have a seizure while doing your make-up?" she exclaims, ignoring my giggling. When she deems I look suitable, she takes a step back.

"Don't worry about it, Four did it," I say with a short laugh. Her horrified and shocked expression is replaced with one of Christina's signature fangirly looks.

"Aww, you two are so adorable! You need to do my make-up, Caleb!" Christina giggles, to Caleb, who looks both excited to be in the presence of someone so forthcoming and bold as Christina and uncomfortable to hear about cute things his sister does with her boyfriend, making all of us laugh.

When Caleb started hanging out with us more recently, we were all a little sceptical, honestly. Zeke and Uriah were really cold at first, polite, but cold, not getting why an Erudite was hanging out with our group all of a sudden. He doesn't really hang out with us, he just occasionally tags along when we're going out as a big group unless his Erudite friends are doing something. After a week or so, though, everyone really warmed up to him and although he's not really close with anybody but me and Christina, it's still nice to know that my friends have gotten used to the idea.

"So, where to guys?" Uriah exclaims, rubbing his hands together. Caleb and I used to come to this fair quite often as kids, but we didn't go on many rides solely because we weren't tall enough. Now we can go on whatever we choose. We decide to go on the Waltzer first, taking up almost five cars. Will recently started hanging out with Christina's cousin, Estelle, but even though they say they're just friends, they're eager to get into the same car. The whole thing makes me want to laugh my head off, Christina, so desperate for Will to like her back just a few months ago, is now seeing my brother and Will is seeing her cousin. Not really, but they may as well be. The irony is excruciating.

Zeke and Shauna get in with Tobias and I, Caleb and Christina going with Will and Estelle, and Uriah and Marlene having their own. The moment it starts up, my arms are in the air and I'm cheering, screaming with joy. We all are, but then it speeds up and my neck gets thrown back. I try to lift it, but it's no use and I just have to keep laughing at the fact it's moving so fast none of us can lift our heads. They'll be sore in the morning, but it's well worth it. When we get off, we're all dizzy and walking in weird lines, bumping into each other and laughing. We take loads of pictures, and I look pretty bad on most of them because my make-up is so messy and all over the place, but the look of pure glee on my face makes every bit of it worth while.

(A/N: I don't think you have Waltzers in America, but I'm from the UK where we live off them at fun fairs, so i included one in this story)