DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE DIVERGENT SEIRES LIKE VERONICA ROTH DOES
URIAH
It has been a week since I went all psycho and broke Tris's arm and gave her a concussion. A week full of awkwardness and guilt. A week full of Myself avoiding Tris like the entire world would explode even if I lay my eyes on her for more than a minute. I sigh and close my eyes, trying to get the image of the scared, panicked eyes out of my head, but fail. I lie awake on a comfortable bed in a cozy, bright house right outside the fence in Amity, or I guess everyone calls it Old Amity now. I talked a family, The Redmans, into letting us stay with them for a bit, and they have been more than kind. One of the daughters is a nurse in the city, and offered to care for Tris without having to admit us into a hospital. There are five of them. The widowed mother, Emily, who reminds me so much of my own mother, I cry myself to sleep most nights missing her. The oldest daughter, Adelyne, who is eighteen, and is the nurse who helped, who is still helping out Tris. There are the twins, who are shy and I barely have exchanged a few words with them. Their names are Michael and Josephine. They are both around four or five, and can read each other's minds from what I have seen them do. I have seen Michael look and Josephine and she will nod, and turn in the other direction to go do what he needed. It is crazy shit really. And last but not least, Eleanor. Eleanor is really the only person that I have talked to much except for Emily. She is sixteen and looks exactly like every other member in her family except for her eyes, which are the same light gray as Tris's. Average height, dark olive-colored skin, long black hair, and green eyes. Eleanor was extremely close to their father, Jude, before he passed away just months before we came at their doorstep from an extremely rare terminal disease called glibo-giblostamna. I forgot exactly what it was called, but it was severe, and took his life within days. I think that it is amazing how they can all just talk about their father/husband even when it brings them grief. I remember when my father died, if his name was uttered in our home, my mother would cry, and Zeke would be in a bad mood, and I would feel bad, because I didn't even know him that well, and didn't share the same grief. I sit up and try to get myself together. I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in." I say, faking a cheerful voice. Eleanor stands in the doorway, probably wanting more information on Dauntless. Ever since she learned of my and Tris's impact on the bringing up of Chicago, and how we both were members of Dauntless, she has wanted to know everything.
"Hello. How are you doing this morning? Mama made breakfast, Pancakes and applesauce with apples from our tree outside, and she was wondering how many you wanted. Also Adelyne left early this morning with Tris to get some sort of micro surgery done on her arm and wrist so we shouldn't see them until later, and before you start worrying, she is using a fake name. It is Lydia Redman after our sister who transferred from Amity to Candor and we haven't heard from her in like two years." After saying all of this, she takes a deep breath, and I just stare at her blankly, not getting anything that she just said. She rolls her eyes and starts again but shorter. When she finishes, I reply with a
"Hi to you too, I am doing alright, That sounds delicious and I would only like two pancakes please. That is good that Tris is getting her arm healed. I am also sorry that you and your sister grew apart." I feel a pang of guilt surface from somewhere deep inside me when I mention Tris's arm, and she notices. She walks over to me and sits down on the bed, leaving a comfortable amount of room between us.
"What's wrong?" She asks and I shrug, fully aware of what is wrong. I am a coward who couldn't fight the first guy that came knocking at my door, and I hurt the girl that I am supposed to be helping, and I am essentially a piece of shit. She looks at me and grins. Eleanor has the kind of smile that makes you want to smile, because if you didnt you would be being mean. I smirk at her a little, and she laughs. She has an amazing laugh. A laugh that makes me want to tell her every little thing that she needs to know about everything.
"Well, my lady, are you hungry?" I ask her in a terrible accent that I heard in a movie once, and she plays along.
"Why yes, kind sir." She says in an equally terrible accent, and I laugh. Eleanor has that kind of power, where you can be in a terrible mood, and she will just do something as simple as smile at you, and you will be dancing all over the floor. I get up, and hold out my hand to help her up. When she touches me, I feel a zing of electricity. My eyes widen, and I look over to see if she felt it too. If she did, she isn't saying anything and I blush and look at my toes. I can't think about her like that. The last time I loved someone like that, they ended up falling to their death under mind control. She leaves the room and I sit back down on the bed, thinking about what just happened. I like Eleanor. I mean everyone likes her, but it is something deeper than that. I am so confused, because I thought until just now that I liked Tris, but when I touched her, I didn't get struck by lightning, and I am dealing with the loss of Marlene, which is still a fresh wound in my heart. I decide this isn't the time and I stand up quickly and head out the door into the cozy dining room, where incredible smells are wafting from. I spot Emily's deadlocked hair from behind the counter, and I head over there to help her. She is carrying three plates full of pancakes and I quickly grab two of them for her. She thanks me and I bring them over to the dark wood dining table. She comes behind me, carrying a large bowl filled with the applesauce that makes my face light up. There are only a few things that can do that. Dauntless cake, Zeke (Sometimes) and Marlene, but now, I have four things on my list. She sets the bowl down, laughing at the expression on my face. I probably am drooling right now, but I don't care. It just smells so flippin 'good. I look behind me, and nearly jump out of my skin when I see Josephine standing there with her head peeking out from under the table.
"Ahhhhhh! What the hell?" She stands there looking confused while I try to calm my racing heart. "Don't do that." I say just as soon as Emily walks in the room with several plates and silverware. She has the same confused look as her daughter for a second, before she bursts out laughing.
"My Josephine has a talent for sneaking up on people." She say sin between chuckles.]
"Yeah, No kidding." I say back to her. I sit down in the chair that I have been sitting down in since I got here, and wait, knowing the procedure. I cover my ears. Emily digs out the air-horn from the cabinet and does three sharp blows. Josephine squeals with laughter from underneath the table, and I chuckle too. Within seconds, Eleanor and Michael are both in their seats. When everyone has settled down from their laughter, Emily clears her throat and folds her hands out in front of her. Even though I am not religious, I still do as they do, not wanting to offend anyone.
"Dear God, thank you for providing this food. I also thank you that we have two wonderful guests, who came to us in a time of trial, and I pray that Tris's arm would have a fast recovery, and Uriah and her would have a safe passage back to Old Dauntless. I play that you would bless this food to our bodies, and give us a good day today. Amen."
"Amen." Everyone at the table says and I open my eyes and wait for the applesauce to make its way around the table to me. As I am spooning it onto my plate, Emily says the most unlikely news ever.
"The leaders of the city have decided to bring the factions back." I drop my spoon. Everyone looks at me.
"What? Like all the way back?" I say, not sure what to think about it.
"I don't know everything, but yeah, it sounds like they are leaning towards it. The things that they stressed the most in the article are that 'faction before blood' would be gone. Divergents will no longer be in danger, and really, they are going to do the best that they can about the factionless. Nothing else was really interesting, but they did say that they were going to move choosing day to be when you are seventeen, not sixteen, which I agree with." Emily tells me, and from the looks on her kids faces, they already knew all of this.
"Can you text me the article?" I ask her, feeling numb. This should make me and Tris's passage easier, but the idea of a factionless way of life sounded great to me. Emily nods at me and asks if Tris would like it too. I nod at her. She knows about our plan to get back into dauntless, and why we need to. I need to talk to Tris about it. She will know what to do. We are going to have to work together on this.
A/N: Hello guys since I was a total jerk, and didn't post for like two weeks, I decided to give you guys two chapters in one day! YAYY! Again, sorry for the single POV, but I am kinda tired right now, so this really is the best you are going to get. Don't worry. Tris and Four will be together soon. I would say within the next three or four chapters, but if not, don't blame me. Blame my creative ideas. Yeah. My creative ideas are what is keeping Four and Tris apart. Ok. Sorry. Um right.
QOTC: Who is your favorite actor?
AOTC: Oh man. This one is hard. I have to just say the first name that comes to mind and that is, drumroll please, wait for it...Timothee Chalamet. Laurie all the way!