Aren't you all lucky. This is the quickest I've posted two chapters in a row. I know the last chapter may have seemed kind of strange but just go with it. I'm experiencing a major jumble of ideas and am working on ordering them so that they make sense. Just bear with me.

Disclaimer: It's all Tamora's but you already know that so why on earth do I bother?

Tris's POV

She had never seen a piece of jewelry so beautiful or intricate before. "Thank you Briar." she whispered, stunned.

She handed the necklace to him, turned, and lifted her mass of bright red curls and braids so that he could put the necklace on.

Gingerly, he reached around her slender neck and fastened the tiny clasp. She fingered the clasp where his hands had been and turned. He glanced to see how the necklace looked on her and saw that the puffs of cloud were glowing a light pink.

She blushed and looked away. "I really like you Tris." he muttered, then started babbling. "Daja and Sandry told me that I liked you but I didn't believe them. I've liked you since we turned thirteen."

He was about to continue but Tris shut his mouth by giving him a light kiss on the lips. She pulled back, smiled at him, and dropped off the roof to her window.

She looked at him once more and clumsily made her way inside the window. She had gotten rid of some of her awkwardness but it was still there.

Briar's POV

After Tris left, Briar sat, stunned that she had actually kissed him. Had he imagined it? Was he going insane, with love or otherwise? That smile that she had given him, right before she went into her room.

It had seemed like she knew everything and liked him back. Briar was disgusted at himself for thinking that she could ever like him as more than a friend.

He must have imagined the kiss and the smile was probably just a regular smile. Frowning, he dozed off, leaning against the chimney.

Tris's POV

The next morning, Tris awoke to the cheerful sunlight pouring through her window. "Great." she grumbled. "The sun would have to be cheerful."

Tris was not a morning person and anything happy in the morning offended her in some way or another.

Then she remembered the event from the night before and allowed herself a small smile.

She grasped one of the small clouds on the necklace, wondering if she could form them and make them larger temporarily. Deciding against experimenting out of fear of ruining the first piece of jewelry that she actually liked.

Yawning, she climbed out of bed and got dressed quickly in a light blue dress. On the spur of the moment she decided to leave all of her hair down instead of in its usual bunch of braids and curls.

She undid the thick braid that had controlled her hair over night and brushed it until it just barely had a wave in it. She called to a breeze through the open window and wound it through her mass of hair, asking it to keep her hair, which was usually a frizzy mess, the way she had it now.

Phenomenally, when her hair was straight it reached almost all the way down her back instead of just to her shoulders.

When she entered the kitchen, Lark, Sandry, and Daja started applauding. Even Rosethorn smiled and nodded her approval, which was the highest compliment anyone could receive form her.

"You look nice today Tris." Lark said quietly. Tris glanced around the small kitchen and noted that Briar apparently wasn't up yet.

"Why don't you go find Briar and tell him that it's time for breakfast?" Daja suggested with a rather evil smirk.

Tris glared at her and trotted out into the hall and knocked on Briar's door. When nobody answered, she went inside and looked around. There were plants everywhere but no sign of Briar Moss.

Wondering, she had an idea. She ran up to the roof and saw Briar leaning against the chimney. He was still asleep, with the early morning dew plastering his long, dark hair to his forehead. She walked over to him and, deciding to tease him a bit in payback for all the times he had teased her.

She walked up to him and, very lightly, tickled him just under his ear. He stirred but didn't wake up. Deciding that he wasn't as ticklish as her, she kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

That woke him up. With a jolt he opened his eyes and it apparently took him a moment to focus because it took him a while to blush.

"It's time for breakfast silly." Tris said in a girly voice that she knew he hated. He frowned and growled at her. "I can't believe you spent the night out here." Tris said in a more serious tone. "It could have rained and then where would you be."

"Why do you care?" Briar teased her back, apparently having registered that she was taunting him and he should tease her back. She tossed a smile at him before motioning for him to follow her back to the kitchen.

Briar's POV

He didn't realize that was wearing her hair down until she turned to go back down stairs. His breath caught in his throat, because even being woken with a kiss wasn't anything to seeing her this beautiful this early in the morning.

Sandry giggled when Briar and Tris finally got back to the kitchen. Tris glared at her and nearly yelled. "It took me a while to find him alright! He was stupid enough to sleep on the roof."

Those remarks almost hurt him until he remembered that Tris would be considered sick if she didn't have at least one big outburst a day. Typically she would have more and they were directed at all the kids because even Tris wouldn't dare yell at Rosethorn and Lark did nothing to be yelled at for.

They all sat down to eat their breakfast of porridge and fruit. There was little conversation and as soon as they were done Rosethorn dragged him out to the vegetable garden for weeding.

"So, how long have you liked Tris?" she asked presently. "What is wrong with you people? Does every female in this household know about that?!?"

"Not everyone." Rosethorn replied casually. "I not quite sure if Tris knows yet. And you will not speak to me in that tone. You of all people should know better."

Sheepishly, Briar looked down. Years with Rosethorn had taught him that nobody argued with her. "Sorry Rosethorn." he said and then grinned. "Will you tell Tris that I like her? She'll believe you." he asked hopefully. "Not a chance." Rosethorn replied, grinning back. Briar swore under his breath and gave up on the subject.

They continued weeding for several hours until Rosethorn made him run of to Dedicate Gorse's kitchens for lunch.

He made it to the kitchens quickly but found that for once, Tris had beat him there. She was munching on a cherry tart and when he demanded an explanation as to how she got there first. She continued eating as she told him that Niko had sent her off to get a snack after she had tried a difficult spell, another form of a seeing spell.

Indignant, he still couldn't believe that she had actually made it to the kitchens before him. Once he had obtained a roll studded with fruit from Gorse, he settled down next to Tris and they talked until she finished her tart.

Then one of the kitchen dedicates came up and handed Briar a large picnic basket and handed a package to Tris. "Cookies for us after our meal." Tris explained when she saw Briar studying the package curiously.

They started down the path, taking the winding path instead of the ones who went straight across the circle. They talked and suddenly they saw a figure running towards them from the direction of the weaving houses. It was a dedicate and she seemed to be yelling 'Fire!' at the top of her lungs.

They looked behind her and saw a column of smoke rising in the sky.

Did you enjoy? I don't care if you did or not. Review anyway. I'll repeat it once again though. NO FLAMES. I know that this chapter seemed kind of pointless but you'll understand some of the seemingly worthless details in later chapters. This story will probably continue for at least ten more chapters, depending on reviews. I'll update as soon as possible but I've got to work on my other story too.