Author's Note: CHAPTER 50 THAT'S CRAZY
This is insane to me.
When I started this, I honestly didn't think anybody would read it. I know everybody says that, but it's so true. Part of me was hoping somebody would read it, and another part of me was on the verge of deleting it. I'm glad I didn't.
You guys are all incredible and I could sit here and write about it, but I'll do that at the end so we can get to the story already.
This chapter is
much longer (almost 10,000 words!) and super fluffy in celebration of 50 CHAPTERS!
Enjooooyyyyyyyy!
-GerdyGertha

*Warning, there's some lemon/smut it this chapter…*


Tris

"Tris! Look at this dress! This is so perfect," Christina gushes. I look at the hot pink dress she is holding. There are about seven million rhinestones over the breast cups and it has huge cut outs on the sides.

I don't want to tell her how ugly I think it is. I shrug, "Eh, it's not really my style."

She looks disappointed, but thankfully, only for a second. "Okay, we'll keep looking." Something catches her eye and she walks across the store to it. I go in the other direction towards the dresses that look lighter in color. Christina said that the Spring Formal is a long dress dance - she said that's the tradition. Homecoming is short, and the rest are long. I don't know why that matters, but she knows better than I do.

I see Marlene holding up a white dress with gold beading. "That would look gorgeous on you, Marlene. Go try it on," I tell her.

She looks at me and smiles. "You think so?"

"Yes!" She giggles a little and then heads towards the dressing room. I begin looking through the racks. Most of these dresses are really beautiful, just not on me. I stop at a nude colored dress. There is a white flower lace detailing covering the top, and then the bottom skirt is a more sheer nude fabric. It's really pretty. The lace details caught my eye.

"That is one my favorite dresses," a voice says from behind me. I look up and there is an elderly woman looking at the dress in my hands. "Such beautiful lace, yes?"

I smile at the old woman. Christina told me that she own this shop and hand makes a lot of the dresses, or at least details them. Most of the dresses in this shop are unique. "It is very beautiful."

"Try it on, dear!" she says, gesturing towards the dressing rooms. I look at the dress again. It's strapless and I've never worn a strapless before. I always figured it would just slip and fall down my nonexistent chest. But, I can't just be rude and tell her no, so I nod and walk towards the dressing room. When I get over there, Marlene is stepping out, her dress in her hands.

"How'd it look?" I ask her.

She grins, "I love it. I'm going to pay right now." I smile at her and then go into a small changing room. I strip out of my clothes and bra and slide the dress on. I zip up the side zipper and adjust it, and then I look in the mirror. It's gorgeous. The nude color looks really pretty against my skin tone. I am thankful that the top doesn't look weird on my flat chest.

"Tris?" I hear.

"In here," I say.

"Did you find a dress?" Christina asks.

I smile a little. "Yeah."

"Well, come out! Let's see!" she exclaims. I take a deep breath and open the door. "Wow! That dress is beautiful!"

"Whoa, Tris!" Shauna says. I hadn't noticed her standing there, a dress in her hands. "That is such a pretty dress!"

The old woman walks up to us. "Beautiful, dear! This dress is one of a kind. I made it myself," she says proudly. "You make the dress even more beautiful."

I smile warmly at her and blush. "Thank you."

"You must buy that dress! Your date will love it," the woman says.

"Mrs. Claire is right, Tris. Four will freak out," Christina says.

I blush deeper. "You think so?"

The old woman, Mrs. Claire, nods her head. Shauna laughs a little. "If I know Four, I know he'll love it."

I look at Mrs. Claire, "I'll take it." She smiles at me and then I go back into the dressing room. I change back into my clothes and carefully grab the dress. I go to the register and Mrs. Claire is already standing there, ready.

"I'll tell you what, dear, since you look so beautiful in one of my favorite dresses, I'll give you a discount, huh?" she says quietly with a smile.

"Oh, Mrs. Claire, you don't have to do that," I say.

She shakes her head. "Nonsense." I smile at her and thank her profusely as she scans the tag on the dress. The puts a protective bag over the dress and hands it to me. "You have fun at your dance, dear."

"Thank you so much," I say again. "I really appreciate it."

I go back to the changing rooms and Shauna and Christina both walk out of their dressing rooms. Shauna is holding a light colored peach-pink dress and Christina is holding a black dress with nude fabric on the side and lace running over that. "Ready?" I ask them.

Marlene stands from the small chair she was sitting in as Shauna and Christina both nod. They pay for their dresses while Marlene and I wait off to the side.

"Should we go put these in our cars and then meet back in the food court for a late lunch?" Shauna asks.

"Yeah. I don't want to bring my dress through the food court," Christina says. Christina and I drove together in Christina's car and we parked in the north lot, while Marlene and Shauna drove together in Shauna's car and they parked in the west lot. We part ways and agree to see each other in a few minutes.

"I didn't get a chance to see you in your dress," I tell Christina as we walk.

"It's okay. I'll send you a picture," she assures me. We open the car up and carefully lay our dresses down across the back seat. We lock up her car and then go back inside and make our way to the food court.

We spot Shauna and Marlene already sitting at a table. "Hey, guys."

"What are you going to eat?" Marlene asks us.

"I think I'm just going to get a soft pretzel," Marlene says. "I had a big breakfast."

"I'm going to get a taco," Christina says excitedly.

"I think I'll go get a sandwich," I say.

Shauna nods. "That sounds good, I'll go with you."

"Meet back at this table?" Marlene asks. We all nod and part ways.

"You're going to the party on Tuesday, right?" Shauna asks as we walk towards the sandwich counter.

"Yeah, definitely."

"Zeke and Four aren't going to let that guy Peter come are they?"

I shake my head. "No."

She sighs in relief. "Good."

"What happened?" I ask.

We order our sandwiches before she answers. "Nothing I guess. He's in my Erudite History class and he just gives off really creepy vibes," she says.

I frown. "Did he do anything to you?"

She shakes her head. "No. But he does flirt with that girl Nita a lot."

I make a small gagging sound. "I know. They're perfect for each other."

Shauna snorts, "True."

We arrive back at the table and Christina and Marlene are already there. "So, what's the latest gossip?" Christina asks.

I roll my eyes. "How are you and Zeke doing, Shauna?" Marlene asks.

"Okay, I guess. He still has a dick moments, but don't all guys?" Marlene and Christina mumble their agreements, so do I.

"Really Tris? I thought everything was perfect in Four and Tris land," Christina laughs.

"Four and Tris land?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Christina just shrugs. "I don't know."

"What wrong?" Shauna asks.

"Nothing really. It's just… I feel like he's going to get sick of me."

"How do you mean?" Marlene asks.

I shrug. "I don't know. It's just that we are being forced to spend so much time together. I keep waiting for him to get sick of me and snap."

"He won't do that," Shauna says. "He loves you. Don't you see the way he looks at you?"

"No."

"He looks at you like you hung the moon and stars all for him," Marlene giggles.

"What?"

"I've known Four for a long time. I've never seen him as happy as he is with you," Shauna says. "There's no way he'd ever get sick of you."

"Haven't you guys fucked yet?" Christina asks bluntly. I start choking on my sandwich.

"Christina!" I exclaim.

"What? Guys will never get rid of a girl who they love and love to fuck."

I stare open mouthed at her. "What's wrong with you?"

"Just being honest," she shrugs, taking a bite of her taco.

"She's right though," Marlene nods. I look at Marlene, disbelieving.

"I agree actually," Shauna says.

I look at all three of them like they've grown two heads. "Are you guys being serious right now?"

Christina and Marlene nod. "Some good makeup sex has saved mine and Zeke's relationship more than once," Shauna says.

"So?" Christina asks me.

"'So' what?"

"So, have you fucked?"

I feel heat rise to my cheeks. "Yeah."

"Good. I was starting to think you two really were Stiffs," Christina huffs.

"What's he like?" Shauna asks.

I cover my face with my hand. "What?"

"Just wondering. Zeke's pretty big, but one time I heard Zeke and Four arguing about who was bigger," she says.

"What?" I uncover my face and look at her.

She nods. "Yeah. It was pretty weird. But since then, I've just been curious wondering who was right and who was lying."

"Boys are gross," Marlene says. Then she shakes her head. "I love Uriah, but the kid's a pig sometimes."

"So's Zeke," Shauna nods in agreement.

"Four eats everything like it's his last meal," I chime in.

"Will has his moments, but he isn't really like that," Christina says. "I guess I'm the perverted one in our relationship."

"I believe that," I laugh. She sticks her tongue out at me.

"How come you never told me you and Four did it? When did you? Where?" Christina pries.

"I didn't tell you because it's our business," I tell her.

"Oh come on Tris! Just spill some details," Christina whines.

I groan, conceding. "Remember when Zeke, Uriah, and Hana went down south to visit their grandparents?" I ask Shauna and Marlene. They both nod. "That weekend."

"Where?" Shauna asks. "Their house?" I blush and nod.

"Shit," Marlene mumbles. "Which of their beds? That was before Hana got Zeke and Four that bunk bed."

"Um, it wasn't on a bed. We were on the couch," I say quietly.

"NO!" Shauna shrieks. "I'm never going to be able to sit on that couch again!"

"Don't complain, Shauna, they could have done it on Zeke's bed," Christina says. Shauna makes a face.

"My first time with Uri was on that couch too," Marlene says.

"Oh God," Shauna says.

"Must be quite the couch," Christina chuckles. All three of us shoot her a look and she just laughs.

"That's so gross," Shauna says.

"Don't worry. We only do it in his bed now," I assure her, still blushing.

"Which is right under Zeke's," Shauna says.

Christina suddenly frowns. "Do you and Zeke fuck on a bunk bed?"

"Well, we don't have much of a choice," Shauna says.

"Doesn't it shake and stuff?" Marlene asks.

"You know that dent on the wall behind Zeke's bed?" Shauna asks. Marlene shakes her head but I nod. I saw it once while I was looking up because Tobias was on top. "I hit my head there," she blushes.

"I thought that was from a baseball hitting the wall," I say.

"That's just what Zeke told his mom. Truth is, we just got a little too excited," Shauna blushes. "That's how I got that concussion."

Christina bursts into laughter. "That's hilarious. You told us you ran into a pole!" Shauna makes a 'Well, now you know,' face.

"Wow." Marlene says. "What's the weirdest place you've ever had sex?" I find myself grateful that we are sitting off in the corner of the food court and that there aren't many people here – which is strange for a Saturday.

Christina taps her chin in thought. "What? Too many it's hard to choose?" I ask her jokingly. But then she nods at me, seriously.

"The mattress store," she finally says.

"Ew! What?" Shauna asks.

Christina just shakes her head. "Don't ask."

Marlene makes a face. "I think for me it would be the concession stand at the baseball field."

"What the hell?"

"Uriah and I were working and it was a rainy day, but the team kept playing even though almost everybody went home. So, we closed up the stand."

"And had sex."

"Yep," Marlene says.

"Damn," Christina says, clucking her tongue. "That's pretty good. What about you, Shauna?"

Shauna thinks for a second. "Zeke's uncle's restaurant."

"Pedrad's Pizza?" I ask in shock.

Shauna nods. "We were there after hours. We were supposed to be cleaning."

"I love that place," I say in disappointment. It's never going to be the same going there now.

"What about you, Tris?" Shauna asks.

I blush bright red. "School."

"What?!"

"What the fuck?"

"How?"

"Where?!"

I take a breath and laugh nervously. "A janitor's closet on the third floor. We were in class and we had our desks pushed together, and he kept… touching me and so… we left class and went and had sex," I say quietly.

"Oh my God!" Shauna laughs.

"What if someone walked in on you?" Marlene asks.

"Damn, Tris."

"I'm never going to be able to look at Four the same," Shauna says, shaking her head. "He is dirty."

The four of us sit in the food court for another hour. Complaining about our boyfriends, making plans for the dance, just talking. Finally, we decide to leave and Christina drives me home. It's almost four o'clock when I get home. I go up to my room and hang my dress up. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I take it out to check it. One New Message: Tobias

Tobias: Yo, honey-baby. Wanna fuck?
Tris: What the hell?
Tobias: We could have a real good time.
Tris: Zeke?
Tobias: Dammit. How'd you know?
Tris: Four wouldn't say any of that. Nice try. Where is he anyways?
Tobias: Probably in the bathroom taking a real good shit.
Tris: Gross
Tobias: He should really put a password on his phone.
Tris: Apparently.
Tobias: So no fucking then?
Tris: No.
Tobias: Next time, babe. ;)
Tris: BYE ZEKE.
Tobias: Hahahaha

I roll my eyes and toss my phone onto my bed. After all that shopping I could really go for a nap. I lie down on my bed and turn over on my side. I shut my eyes just in time for my phone to vibrate. I groan. Phone Call: Tobias

"What?" I demand.

"Oh, sorry. You okay?" Tobias asks.

I sigh. "Sorry, I thought it was Zeke."

Tobias laughs. "Don't you have caller ID?"

"Read the last text you sent me," I tell him. I don't hear anything for a minute and then he comes back.

"Sorry about him," Tobias says. I just laugh. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing. I went dress shopping earlier but that's it."

"You going to send me a picture?"

"How about it's just a surprise," I suggest. "Oh, and we need to get you a silver or gray tie."

"Your dress is gray?" he asks.

"No, but I think my jewelry will be. I don't think they sell ties in the color of my dress."

"Send me a picture of the color," he says. I get up and send him a picture of the nude color. "Got it," he says.

"There's white on it too, but I think a white tie would look weird with a white shirt."

"You're probably right. We can figure it out later," he says tiredly. "We have plenty of time."

"Yeah. Maybe I can ask Christina what she thinks."

"Yeah."

"What are you doing?" I ask after a minute of silence.

"Not shitting," Tobias mutters. I laugh. "Thinking about you mostly."

I feel blush on my cheeks. "You're sweet." He chuckles. Then I remember I wanted to tell him something. "Hey, you know that dent on your wall by your bed?"

He is silent for a second. "Yeah."

"That's from Shauna hitting her head while she and Zeke were having sex," I laugh.

"I know."

"You told me it was from a baseball!"

"Zeke didn't want me to tell anyone!"

I scoff. "I see how it is."

"Don't be like that," Tobias whines.

"I'm just kidding, babe. Relax," I laugh.

When he speaks again, his voice is low. "You want to come over here and put more dents in the wall with me?"

"Tobias Eaton, is this a booty call?" I gasp.

"Only if you say 'yes,'" he says. I can hear his smirk in his voice.

"I'll be there in ten."


I knock on the apartment door and it flies open. "Hey there," Tobias says, wagging his eyebrows at me.

"You're crazy," I laugh, stepping inside.

He closes the door behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Am I?"

Our lips meat and I hum, "Mhm," as we kiss. He warm lips moving against mine send sparks through my whole body.

We break apart after a minute, both of us catching our breath. "Nobody is home," he says with a sly smile.

"Oh, that's a shame," I say, feigning disappointment. "I came to hang out with Zeke and Uriah." I turn towards the door. "Well, see ya."

He grabs my waist and pushes me against the wall. "Not so fast."

I smile and he crashes his lips down on mine. I lick his bottom lip and he immediately grants me entrance. Our tongues dance and our breathing becomes labored.

"You came for a party?" Tobias asks, panting. I can't breathe enough to use words, so I nod. "It's in my bedroom," he says. He grabs my hand and takes a step. "Come on."

I laugh and follow. We enter his bedroom and I find myself looking for the dent from Shauna's head. "There it is," I laugh.

"The bottom bunk doesn't shake as much as the top," Tobias says.

"That's fine. I wasn't really in the mood to get a concussion today anyways," I shrug.

He laughs. "Another time then." He sits down on his bed and I lay down.

"You know your call disturbed a nap I was going to take," I say.

"Sorry," he says, though he doesn't seem sorry by the grin on his face.

"Your bed is more comfortable than mine. Maybe I'll just nap here," I say.

Tobias pouts a little bit. "If that's what you want." I start laughing at him and he shakes his head at me. "You're not very nice to me."

I make a mock pouting face at him. "Oh, no. Kiss and make up, huh?" I tap my lips. He rolls his eyes at me but leans down to kiss me.

Our kiss deepens and he puts one leg over me and straddles me, but I don't feel any of his weight. What I do feel, is his hard length from inside his jeans, pushing on my thigh.

"Found that party," I laugh. He blushes.

He rubs his bulge against me right where I want it and I involuntarily moan. "I found the party too," he smirks. I reach up and pull his neck down to me. I kiss him until I can't breathe. He breaks away and kisses my jaw and then down my neck, stopping to lick and suck at my pulse point. When he finishes his treatment there, he goes down to the hollow of my throat. All the while, his hands roam up and down my sides while mine are all over his back and his cute little butt.

His hands roam under my shirt and I arch my back slightly, signaling him to take it off. He does and I sit up to allow it to come off. He pushes me back down on the bed and puts his lips on my now bare chest. He rubs my breasts through my bra and I moan. Then he kisses everywhere that isn't covered by my bra while his hands go up my arms and make their way to the straps of my bra. He runs his fingers down the straps up and then down behind my back. I sit up again so he can remove it - something he can do with one hand. He tosses my bra down on the floor somewhere and I fall back down on the bed. He rocks his hips against mine as he kisses and sucks on my nipples, eliciting moans from me. I arch my back as he swirls his tongue over my erect points, urging him to continue. I swear I could come just from his licking and sucking on my breasts combined with his rocking against me.

"Take this off," I say, pulling on his shirt. He obeys and rips his t-shirt up and over his head. I gaze at his toned chest and abdomen - forever thankful for having this sexy man in my life. I run my hands up and down the hard planes of him and he smirks at me again. I run my hands all the way down to the top of his jeans. I trace over his skin lightly with my finger and he shivers. I rub the large bulge in his jeans and he moans. "These a little tight, baby?" I ask, smiling. He doesn't speak, only nods. I undo the button and pull down the zipper.

He leans down and crashes his lips into mine while I pull his jeans over his hips and down his thighs. We break apart and he stands up to remove his jeans the rest of the way. Before he sits back down, he pushes my legs so my knees are up in the air and bent, then he pushes my feet apart, spreading my legs. He lies down on his stomach between them and wraps his arms up my sides. Each of his hands goes to my breasts while his lips kiss down over my belly. When he gets to my navel, he inserts his tongue. I moan loudly, not aware how good that would feel. I feel him smile against me.

He kisses lower, eventually getting to the top of my jeans. He stops and looks up at me. Though he almost never needs to, I still appreciate that he stops to make sure that I am okay and would like to go on. I give him a small nod and then he unbuttons and unzips my jeans. He pulls them from my ankles until they are down and off.

Tobias comes back between my thighs and kisses each of them. Then he kisses my panty covered area, causing me to moan. I'm always embarrassed when I moan, so I try not to - I hate hearing myself. He rubs his fingers over the fabric, over my wet womanhood. I suck in a breath at the sensations he emits.

"Off," I manage to say. He obeys and takes off my white cotton panties – throwing them somewhere. I feel the familiar insecure embarrassment when he looks down at my most private area, but he knows just what to do.

"You're so beautiful, Tris," he says softly. He leans forwards and kisses my lips. I can feel his hard member pushing against me, and I know he is itching to take off his boxers. He leaves my lips and goes back down. I suck in a breath as he kisses my mound. I hold back a moan as his lips press against me. He's only done this a few times, and every time it gets better.
He licks up my center and I almost explode holding in a moan.

"Let me hear you, baby," he says, sensing my restraint. He loves me with his tongue in circles and up and down. I can't hold back the loud moan that escapes me. I hear him smile against me and then I feel him wet a finger in my juices. I sigh loudly as he inserts it. He pumps in and out a few times before he adds another finger. I moan louder as he uses his mouth to treat my clit. I start to buck my hips into him, need more, always more.

"Tobias," I sigh as he bends his fingers inside me just right. He hits the spot and I come undone on his hand. He continues pumping in and out and licking and sucking as I shudder and shake and ride out my orgasm. "I love you so fucking much," I say through my panting. He sits up and looks me in the eye. He licks his fingers clean and I just about come from the sight.

I sit up kiss him. I taste my come on his mouth, but I ignore it. We break apart and I motion for him to lie back. He does and I straddle his lap. I kiss him deeply on the lips before going down to his jaw, then to his throat, then across his buff chest. I kiss down his stomach and then give him the same navel treatment he gave me. He moans from it too. When I reach his boxers, I pull them down with my index fingers. I pull them off of him and throw them onto the floor somewhere.

His dick stands erect and ready for me and I smirk at him. I run my hands from his knees up his thighs, before taking his dick in my small hand. He moans from the contact and I smile. I love that I can make him feel the way he makes me feel. I lower my mouth to him and lick the head of his dick. He moans loudly as I run my tongue from base to tip.

"Oh God, Tris," he moans. I open my mouth and take as much of him in as I can. I swirl my tongue over the tip. I bob my head as I suck and lick him, my hand treating what my mouth cannot. He is moaning loudly and his hips are moving against me, but he isn't there yet. I reach down with my free hand and gently caress his balls. He moans loudly and I feel him swell inside my mouth.

"Tris, I'm gonna come," he moans. I don't stop. I suck him to his peak and he empties himself inside my mouth. I swallow and lick up any that leaked out. I finish with a satisfied smile. "I love you more than anything in the world," he says once his breathing is somewhat regular.

I crawl up and straddle him before leaning down and kissing him. "I love you, too." We kiss for a while, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, until I feel him hard against me again. I rub my already wet sex against him and he moans loudly. I rub up and down against him - lubrication is important because he is so big.

"Top or bottom?" he asks me.

"Whatever you want, baby." He grins and holds me as we flip over. He leans down and kisses me deeply while placing himself at my entrance.

"Yeah?" he asks, making sure I'm ready.

"Get in me already," I demand. In one swift motion he is buried deep inside me. We both sigh and take a moment to adjust. I rock my hips against him, telling him I'm ready. He pulls almost all the way out before he thrusts back in. He does it again and again, slowly. He bends down and kisses me hard on the lips. He starts to pick up the pace as our breathing gets more labored. Our kiss breaks and we breathe the same air as we grind together. He hits the spot inside of me and I moan loudly.

"Right there?" he asks, through heavy breaths.

"Oh yeah, baby. Right there," I sigh as he thrusts into my again and again. "Oh yeah… Oh, Tobias."

He kisses me and he loves me. He helps me climb closer and closer to an invisible peak, every thrust of his hips and mine bringing me higher. Every times he collides with me his pelvic bone hits against my clit, making me enjoy this all so much more. Our bodies are made for each other.

"Tris," he moans. He rocks into me at a frantic pace and I feel myself on the brink of release. I can't hold out anymore and I let go. I moan his name loudly as I come. My hands clench around his shoulders as my walls clench around his swelling dick, deep inside me. I milk him to the end and he empties himself, moaning loudly. He collapses to the side of me, but still buried deep inside of me.

"I love you so much," I pant.

"I love you more," he sighs. We catch our breath and he slides out of me.

I laugh a little and he rolls over onto his back. "What?" he asks, amusement in his voice.

"Somehow, we get better every time."

He laughs. "That's true." He turns and wraps his arm around me, right under my breasts. I look into his dark blue eyes and see so much happiness in love; it makes me want to cry tears of joy. "Let's keep going until we're perfect at it."

"And then we have to do it again and again and again."

"To keep in shape, of course," he says.

I laugh, "Of course."

He leans forwards and kisses me. "I love you so much," he says.

"I love you too, baby."

We sit and kiss for a few minutes. "What time are they all going to be back?"

"Six," he says. I look at the alarm clock behind him and panic sets it.

"Tobias," I say frantically. He turns and looks at the clock. "It's five fifty-nine."

"Shit," Tobias flies up and out of bed. I follow suit and we quickly start dressing. I can't find my underwear anywhere so I hurriedly just put my jeans on without them. Tobias goes to the light switch and turns on the fan. I look at him, confused. "It smells like sex in here!"

I nod in understanding and then pull my jeans on. When I put my shirt on, he is dressed and looking around everywhere for something. "What are you looking for?"

The comforter flies up in his search. "The condom wrapper!" he whisper shouts.

"We didn't use a condom," I tell him. He freezes and looks at me with wide eyes.

"I'm on the pill, remember?"

He calms down immediately and exhales. "I forgot." I chuckle and help him clean up his bed and room. We hear the apartment door open and close – six o-one, perfect timing.

"Four!" we hear Zeke yell. A second later, the door opens. "Oh, hi, Tris."

I chuckle nervously. "Hey."

Zeke smirks knowingly before looking at Tobias. "We brought Chinese food."

"Okay," Tobias says flatly.

Zeke has a stupid smirk on his face. "So, what were you guys doing?"

I can feel the heat on my face. "Nothing," Tobias says.

"Nothing?" Zeke asks, raising a doubtful eyebrow. "Then how do you explain those underwear on your desk?"

Tobias and I both turn our heads to see my underwear hanging off his desk lap. My face must be the color of a tomato. Tobias quickly crosses the room and grabs my underwear. "Don't know what you're talking about, Zeke," he says casually, but his red face gives him away too.

"Must have been seeing things," Zeke says. He winks and walks out of the room.

"Oh my God," I say, collapsing on the bed.

"Um, here," Tobias says, handing me my underwear.

"Sorry about that," I say, taking them.

"It wasn't your fault. I'm the one who threw them," he says.

In my embarrassment, I burst into laughter. He laughs too and we release the tension in the air. "I should go," I say after a minute.

"Why?"

"You need to eat supper," I chuckle.

"Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Well than you need to eat too," he says. He reaches up and smoothes my hair down.

"I had lunch just a couple of hours ago."

"You're not hungry?"

"No," I lie.

"Well then I didn't do my job right," he smirks. I roll my eyes and lightly punch his shoulder. That just makes him laugh.

"Fine, I'll eat something." He goes to grab my hand before he realizes that I'm still holding my underwear.

"Um, I'm going to use the bathroom… You can change in here if you want," he says.

I chuckle nervously. "Okay." He gets up and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I quickly take off my jeans, put on my underwear, and put my jeans back on. A few seconds later, Tobias comes back in.

"Ready?" he asks. I nod and we walk out of the room.

We walk into the Pedrad kitchen where Hana and Uriah are serving up plates of rice and other various mixtures of meats and vegetables. "We brought dinner, sweetie," Hana says. Then she sees me and she smiles. "Oh, hello, Tris! You're welcome to stay for dinner. There's plenty here," she says to me.

"Thank you, Mrs. Pedrad," I say.

"Honey, call me Hana," she smiles warmly. Tobias steps in front of me to grab a plate from the counter. When I see his back, I notice his shirt is tucked into his boxers a little in the back. I quickly grab the back of his shirt and pull it up and out. He whips around and looks at me startled.

"Your shirt was stuck in your boxers," I whisper.

He takes a breath. "Oh, thanks," he whispers back. He hands me a plate and we serve up food. I take some fried rice and sesame chicken – my favorite. Tobias takes a lot of meat. I chuckle at his plate.

"What?" he asks. I just shake my head. He shrugs and continues to load up his plate. We go into the dining room where Hana, Zeke, and Uriah are already sitting. I sit down to Uriah's right and Tobias' left.

"Thank you, Hana," I say before I eat.

She smiles warmly. "You are welcome, Tris."

"Thanks, mom," all three boys say quickly after they are reminded to thank their mother. Hana smirks but doesn't mention it.

"So," Uriah says. "What did you after we left, Four?"

Tobias acts like nothing interesting happened. "Just hung out for a while before I called Tris."

"Then what?" Zeke asks knowingly.

Tobias hesitates. "Boys, leave your brother alone," Hana says. "He doesn't need to discuss his sex life with you." I almost choke on the piece of chicken in my mouth. Tobias starts coughing and hitting his fist against his chest. Uriah and Zeke just burst into laughter. "All of you boys think you hide it so well, but I can always tell."

"Seriously?" Zeke asks.

"Yes. As long as there is mutual consent and you are practicing safe sex, I don't care," Hana says. Our parents are very different.

"What do you mean you can always tell?" Uriah asks.

"Well," Hana begins. "With you and Zeke, you're both a lot more chipper afterwards. Zeke will shower immediately when he gets home, you will come home and drink milk straight from the jug, and Tobias will eat everything." All four of us are gawking at her. I quickly realize that I am, and I lower my eyes to my plate. "Also, I can almost always smell it," Hana says. Tobias starts coughing again. "That's why I like Zeke's tell the best. I'm grateful that he showers."

"Glad to be helpful," Zeke mutters.

"Uriah always smells like Marlene's perfume, and Tobias always just smells like sex," Hana says.

"OKAY, mom!" Tobias says, asking her to please stop talking.

"Have I embarrassed you?" Hana asks sweetly. "Honey, I have seventeen years to make up for." She laughs and Tobias groans. I feel myself smiling at their banter. "I'm just kidding. Well, kidding about the embarrassing you part, not about you boys' sex tells."

"Tris is never going to come back here," Tobias says to Hana. I look up and Zeke laughs. "You've scared her away."

Hana looks at me. "No, she loves us. She'll come back." I rest my hand on Tobias' thigh under the table and he gives me a small smile.

The rest of dinner goes by with much less embarrassing and sexually awkward conversation. Ever since Tobias' adoption was finalized, he exclusively calls Hana mom. It warms my heart and I can tell it warms hers too.


After some arguing, Uriah gets pegged with doing dishes. Zeke leaves to go to Shauna's for the night and Tobias and I retire to his room. To both of our surprise, my parents have allowed us spend nights with each other since that one night just a few days ago – we don't have to lie and sneak around anymore. I am over here a lot. I even have a small drawer of my own in Tobias' dresser. I just have extra underwear, a couple of shirts, and a stick of deodorant in the drawer.

We lay down on his bed and I rest my head on his chest. "Since Zeke is at Shauna's tonight-" he starts saying.

I cut him off. "We are not having sex with your mom and brother in the next rooms!"

He laughs at me – really laughs. "I was going to say that I could sleep in Zeke's bed and you could sleep in mine. We'd have more room."

I blush. "If that's what you want," I say, not being able to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"I just thought that's what you'd want," he says.

I snuggle up against him, lifting my leg and putting it over his. "I like this."

He kisses the top of my head. "Me too. I just thought I'd offer. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, babe."

I lean up and kiss his lips. "I'm good." I chuckle a little bit.

"What?"

"You taste like soy sauce." He laughs and suggests we go brush our teeth. We go into the bathroom between Uriah's room and Zeke and Tobias' room. This bathroom is nice. It's got a huge shower and a toilet that is sort of separated by a wall. There are two sinks and a fairly large amount of counter space. I take the sink on the right – like I usually do. I grab my toothbrush from the little holder by the sink. I have had one here for a few months now, since I spend the night here all the time. I always told my parents that I was staying at Christina's. I've only ever been to her house twice.
We brush our teeth and then go back into the bedroom. Tobias turns off the light and I climb under the blankets and Tobias climbs in next to me. He wraps his arms around me from behind and buries his face in my neck. I hold onto his arm that is over my stomach.

"I love you," I say softly.

He kisses my neck. "I love you, too. Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight."


Author's Note: In celebration of 50 chapters, I give you: an extra chapter!
Links to their dresses are on my profile
-GerdyGertha


Tobias

I wake up to find Tris in my arms. I will never get tired of this. I breathe in the beautiful scent of her and sigh. It's times like these where I am completely content.

"Good morning," she says. I hadn't realized she was awake.

"Good morning, love," I kiss her shoulder. She turns and greets me with her shining blue-gray eyes. She presses her lips to mine and I remember for the millionth time, how blessed I am to have her. It wasn't so long ago that I almost didn't.

"What's on the agenda for today?" she asks.

I kiss her lips. "How." I kiss her jaw. "About." I kiss her neck. "This?" I kiss the hollow of her collar bone.

She sighs in content. "Fine with me." I reach back up and kiss her lips. I remember back to the first morning I woke up next to her. It was actually in this room, after a party. I had kissed her and she immediately pulled back, worried about her morning breath. I have found that she doesn't have any. Or at least not any that bothers me. I think the fact that she sleeps with her lips slightly parted, is the reason. When I told her that, she has just laughed.

We kiss for while before he pulls back. "I have to pee."

I laugh and untangle myself from her. She crawls over me, stopping to rub her hand over my dick. "Hey!" She looks over her shoulder and smirks. I watch her ass all the way to the bathroom, which doesn't really help my new problem. Rude.

She comes back and I have to excuse myself to take care of this little issue she caused. She smiles knowingly at me, but goes back to bed as I go into the bathroom.

I fix my situation and then come back and snuggle up against her again. "What's the weather going to be like today?" she asks.

"Cold and rainy," I say.

"It's better than snow," she sighs. "So, an indoors day."

"Yeah. We could go see a movie," I suggest.

She shrugs. "Yeah." Then she gasps. "Did you know that Shauna and Zeke had sex in Pedrad's Pizza?"

"Yeah," I chuckle.

"That's disgusting."

"Says the girl who did it in a school janitor closet," I laugh. She punches my shoulder. I rub it, "Ouch."

"Shut up," she says. I kiss the furrow between her eyebrows and it disappears. "You didn't tell me."

"I didn't know you wanted to know," I chuckle. "What did you girls talk about yesterday anyways?"

"Sex."

I'm surprised. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. Shauna asked me how big you are."

"What the fuck?" I am kind of grossed out. "What did you say?"

"Said you were the biggest in the world," Tris jokes.

"Why would she ask that?"

"She said she heard you and Zeke having an argument one day about who was bigger."

I remember that. "I was really drunk."

Tris laughs, "I thought you might say that.

"What did you really tell her?"

"I didn't answer. We started talking about how disgusting boys are instead," Tris says.

I feign being hurt. "I'm disgusting?"

"Not you, baby," she says, stroking my cheek. "Just Uriah and Zeke."

I nod. "Well, that's true."

We just lay there for a while. Touching, kissing, and talking about nothing in particular. After a while, my stomach growls and Tris laughs. We get up and go to the kitchen.

I go to the cereal cupboard and pull out Honey Froats for her. Tris smiles at me when I hand her the box. I grab my favorite peanut butter and chocolate one along with two bowls, two spoons, and the jug of milk. She serves hers up and then I serve mine.

"Thank you," she says.

"You're welcome." We eat our breakfast in relative silence. We look out the windows at the city. This apartment has a pretty awesome view. We can see the rain falling over Millennium Park and the Hub.

We finish our breakfast and I put our bowls and spoons in the dishwasher.

"What should we do today?" Tris asks.

"Anything you want, babe."

"I did kind of want to see that new movie. The one with Dean Wilson," she says, trying to remember the title.

"Happy Day?" I ask.

"Yes!" It's a romantic comedy, which I usually hate. I don't say anything though.

"Sure."

"We don't have to if you don't want to. I know you're not into the romantic comedies," she says, like she is reading my mind.

"I don't care. I'm sure you didn't care to watch Commander with me, but you did," I say, reminding her of the military action movie I dragged her to a couple months ago.

"I actually ended up liking it."

I shrug. "Maybe I'll like this one." She gives me a doubtful look, but I don't say anything so she nods.

"Okay. I need to go home first though," she says. "I want to take a shower and put on clean clothes."

"Yeah, I need to shower too. How about I pick you up in an hour?"

"That's perfect." She reaches up on her tip toes and presses her lips to mine. "I'll see you in an hour."

"I love you," I say. I press another quick kiss to her lips.

"I love you, too." I watch her put on her shoes, grab her keys, and walk out. I go to the bathroom to shower and get ready to meet her in an hour.


I park against the curb and wait for Tris to come outside. In about two minutes it will be exactly an hour. I sit for about a minute and a half and then she comes out. She smiles at me and climbs into my truck.

"Ah the seat warmer," she coos as she sits.

"Hi to you too," I chuckle. She leans over the console and kisses me. I pull away from the curb and head towards the movie theater.

We arrive at the theater and go inside quickly to get out of the rain. There's quite a line.

"Damn," I mutter.

"I don't think the movie starts for another twenty minutes, so we should be okay," she says.

She ends up being right. The line moves fairly quickly and soon, we are next. She reaches into her purse but I put my hand on hers and shake my head. "Tobias, I can at least pay for my own ticket."

I shake my head and ignore her. "Two for Happy Day," I tell the cashier.

"Fourteen dollars," she says. I hand her the money and she hands me my change and our tickets. "Theater two. Enjoy."

We walk past her to the concessions. "Do you want popcorn?"

"Only if I can pay for it," Tris says.

I sigh, "Fine." She smiles and we move up in the line.

"Why do you always insist on paying?"

"Because I have plenty of money," I say quietly. Even though part of the reason my dad went to jail, they still let me keep all the money. All the money. We move up in line and the cashier looks at me funny.

"Do I know you?" he asks.

"No," I say flatly. Ever since the papers published my dad's incarceration, random people will recognize me.

"Yeah, yeah I do! Your Marcus Eaton's son. The dirty politician!" the guy says. The papers were told to say that my dad went down for some political scandal. They said that he had been taking money donated for charities and kept it for himself.

"Nope. You've got the wrong guy," I tell him.

He squints his eyes and looks at me. "Are you sure? You sure do look like him."

"He's not. Can I get some damn popcorn?" Tris snaps. I look down at my fiery girlfriend and my lips turn in a proud smile. I put my hand on the small of her back and she looks up at me, slightly embarrassed for her behavior.

I rub her back as the attendant stares at her. "Um, yeah. Sure. What size?"

"Large," she says.

"Do you want butter?" he asks nervously.

She huffs. "Of course I want butter!" He quickly scurries off to go get her popcorn.

"I love you," I chuckle and she smiles up at me.

"Here's your popcorn," the guy says. "And, um, it's on the house."

Tris changes her face to look pissed off again. "Thank you," she says sharply. The cashier just nods and we walk away.

"Free popcorn," Tris says, holding the large bucket up to me.

"Damn. We should do this more often," I laugh, taking a handful of the buttery stuff.

"Manipulating the curious public," she says. "Sounds kind of fun."

I laugh at her and take the popcorn bucket so she doesn't have to carry it. "That's my girl."

We go into theater two and take seats in the middle, but on the edge. There are quite a few people here. Tris sits down and I sit on her right.

"I won't judge you if you cry?" she asks.

"What?"

"It's a romance movie. I was just wondering if you're going to cry. It's okay if you do," she says.

I look at her like she just asked me if I would like to go sky diving. "Um, no. Why would I cry?"

"Romance movies are sad. Zeke told me that you cry like a little girl during movies like this," she says like it's the most obvious information in the world. I hear somebody snicker behind us.

"I am not going to cry!"

She puts her hands up. "Okay, okay. Here, eat some popcorn and calm down." She grabs a fist full of popcorn and holds it out to me.

I just stare at her. "Are you kidding me right now?" She shakes her head. I glare slightly and take the damn popcorn. "Don't believe shit that Zeke says."

She shrugs. "He said you cry easily at movies. I was just wondering if I'd get to witness it."

I just gawk at her. "You think I cry easily?"

"Well, Zeke said-" she starts but I put my finger over her lips.

"Bap, bap, bap, no, no," I say. "We don't listen to Zeke."

She looks at me with wide eyes. "Get your finger off my mouth before I bite it," she says, her words muffled, but I understand clearly and quickly take my finger off.

"Sorry."

"Do not ever do that again," she says sternly.

"You didn't like that?" I ask, trying to contain a laugh.

"You think this is funny? My dad used to do that to me. All the time," she says. "No, I do not like that."

"I don't like it when you listen to Zeke," I say.

"Fine. You don't shush me like that and I won't listen to Zeke."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Great."

"The movie is starting."

"Good. Shut up," she says. I can't contain my laughter; it bursts out of me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. A couple of people nearby shush me. I put my hand over my mouth but I can't stop laughing. Now I'm just sitting her shaking like a maniac.

"Can you calm down?!" Tris whisper shouts. That only makes me laugh harder. "What's wrong with you?" She tries to be serious, but there's a smile playing on her lips too. My laughter makes me snort and she starts laughing. People around us are trying to tell us to shut up and somebody is kicking my seat, but we can't stop laughing. Somebody a few rows up throws us a glare, but we still laugh. I watch as he goes out of the theater.

"He's going to go get somebody to kick us out," I whisper to Tris. She laughs again. We are in hysterics for no good reason and we can't stop. The man comes back with a movie theater employee holding a flashlight. The guys points to us and the female employee comes right up to us.

"I'm going to have to ask you folks to be quiet or please leave the theater," she says. I laugh at her and she makes a face at me. "Alright, please step outside."

"He's sorry," Tris says, chocking back her laughter long enough to speak. "He's got a condition."

"What kind of condition?"

"Uh, gigalatitis," Tris says. The employee frowns. "He takes medication to lessen his laughter." The employee doesn't seem to be buying it. The fact that this whole conversation is complete bullshit doesn't make it any easier to not laugh. "His meds should kick in soon," Tris assure. The girls still looks unconvinced. "The medicine activates transmitters from the happy parts of his brain and sends signals telling it to calm down." Now the girl just looks confused.

"Fine. But if I get another complaint, you're both out," the girl says.

"Yes, of course," Tris says. The employee gives me one last unsure look before going back down the step and out. I cover my mouth with my hand and Tris smiles and shakes her head.


I make it to the credits without getting another complaint. The lights turn on and we quickly leave. As soon as we're outside I burst into hysterics again. "'Gigalatitis?'" I ask Tris.

She shrugs and smiles. "She bought it."

I wrap my arm around her. "I frigging love you," I laugh.

"What would you do without me?"

I chuckle, "Get kicked out of every movie ever."

"Seriously, though, what got into you?"

I shake my head. "Honestly, no idea. Maybe I really do have gigalatitis."

"I don't know why I started laughing too."

"There wasn't even anything funny!"

"I think everything is just funnier when you aren't supposed to laugh."

"That's very true," I nod. We make it to my truck and climb inside. "She probably thought I was high."

Tris chuckles. "Probably."

I pull my truck out of the parking space. "Did you like the movie?"

She shrugs. "It was okay."

"I didn't cry," I point out.

She sighs. "Zeke honestly convinced me that you are a crier."

"Don't listen to Zeke," I repeat.

"I'll know for next time," she says.

We drive for a few minutes when I realize I have no clue where I am going.

"Food?" I ask.

"Yes!" she says. "What should we eat?"

"Pizza?" I ask with a smirk.

She shudders and shakes her head. "Dauntless burgers!"

"Can't say no to that," I agree.


We arrive at Dauntless and go inside. We walk up the path the same way we always do, me on the outer edge and her arm around me, distracting me from the height. We walk inside the restaurant and are greeted by Frank.

"Hey, kids. Table for two?"

"Yeah."

"Mosey on down this way," he says. We follow him towards a darker booth in the corner. "I know what you guys want already, don't I?" We both nod and smile. Frank nods and throws us a wink before leaving.

"You'd better not touch my fries this time," Tris says as we sit.

"You'd better not eat so slowly then."

"Not everybody is a human vacuum, Tobias!"

I smirk. "I don't suck."

She bites her lip and shakes her head. "You sick-o."

I wink at her and she laughs. "Could be worse."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I could be like Uriah."

She nods, "That would be worse."

"Mhm," I nod. "You shouldn't complain about me. I'm pretty much a saint."

"Ha!" Tris laughs. "You're something."

"What would you do without all of this?" I ask, motioning to myself.

She thinks for a second. "Probably have more energy and less of an appetite."

I smirk. "I do well."

She bites her lip again. Damn, she looks sexy when she does that. "You do."

Frank comes back and puts some waters down in front of us. I take a sip, but then I start chugging it – not realizing how thirsty I am.

"Slow down there," Tris says.

"All that popcorn made me thirsty," I say.

"I think that's a side effect of gigalatitis."

"That too."

A couple minutes go by and we make senseless conversation. We don't always need to talk about deep things, it's nice not to sometimes.

That usually doesn't last long though. "Shauna said that Peter and Nita flirt in her Erudite History class."

I shrug. "Based on what I saw on Thursday, that doesn't surprise me."

"They were getting pretty cuddly," Tris says.

"Good. Let them," I say, not hiding my hatred.

Tris purses her lips. "What if he hurts her?" I sigh. "I don't like Nita, but nobody should go through what I did."

I nod slightly. "What if you leave her an anonymous tip telling her that 'Peter Hayes is a domestic abuser and a rapist,' and then let her decide from there? That way, she knows, but she can do what she wants."

Tris nods. "That's a good idea. I don't want her to get hurt, but I don't really feel like being her new best friend either."

"Yeah," I agree. Just then, Frank comes by and sets down our food.

"You want more water?" he asks me.

"Yeah, thanks," I say, handing him my empty glass.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

I pick up my burger and take a huge bite. I chew it slowly, savoring it.

"I think that's the slowest I have ever seen you eat," Tris says.

I swallow. "The first bite is always the best. It deserves to be savored." Tris just stares at me and then laughs. I ignore her and eat my food.

Frank sets down my water. "Enjoy kids."

"Thank you," Tris says. I'd thank him too, but my mouth is full.

I eat my burger in record time. "That was awesome," I say, rubbing my belly. I pick up a crispy fry and start eating those. Tris isn't even halfway through her burger.

"You're insane," she says, shaking her head.

"Nah, I just like to eat. A lot."

"No kidding."


Author's Note: HOLY LORD, THAT WAS A LOT. I did proofread, but it's a lot to proofread 10,000 words at one in the morning.

Anyways, shout-out to you guys. You all have had brilliant ideas and marvelous things to say in all my chapters and that has made this wild ride that much better.

99 Favorite, 164 Follows, 295 Reviews, 55,500 Views, and 158,360 Words

THAT. IS. CRAZY.

You guys are seriously the best, and I can't thank you enough for all your dedication and appreciation for this story. Know that the feeling is mutual. I read every review, every message, everything. I love it and appreciate it all.

This "chapter" was just crazy. I hope you guys liked it. It was pretty much entirely fluff, but I promise the drama is coming. My hatred for both Peter and Nita is too strong to not have drama. Shit's about to go down, don't you worry.

Review and let me know what you thought of my first lemon/smut…. I'm still unsure about it. I only did it because I had a few people request it… but let me hear what you thought of it. I personally don't think it's all that great, but I'll wait for your opinions.
Be truthful, I'm not sensitive to criticism – of you guys thought it was total
shit, I'll never do it again. If you loved it, I'll consider doing it again.

Anyways, happy 50 Chapters!
-GerdyGertha