A/N 'Sup guys it's really interesting how you get a burst of productivity and creativity after a major writer's block like seriously my current rate is 3 chapter in 3 days. And I wrote this chapter and previous one all in the same day. Yes! It's just published according to the schedule

Anyway on with the reading…

Disclaimer: If I was Veronica Roth trust me I would've saved you guys a lot of heartbreak. *sigh* but unfortunately I'm not so just read the fic instead…

Tris POV

I wake up the next morning enclosed in warmth. My head rests on something firm and I'm feeling really peaceful and happy. Blearily I open my eyes looking around I see and unfamiliar room instantly I panic before remembering yesterday's events.

Wait if yesterday I fell asleep on Four's shoulder then that means…that my current 'pillow' is the very firm chest of Four as I look at my position I see his arm curled protectively around me and the sight fills me with warmth even though a second later embarrassment creeps in as I see the position we are in. I'm practically laying on top of Four with my head on his chest, I can hear his strong steady heartbeat and I love the sound it makes. Our legs are tangled and if I'm going to have to get up without waking him it's going to be a really difficult task. Thankfully it looks like he is in a deep sleep so I carefully lift myself off of him and rush into the bathroom.

After managing to look at least a little decent I get out and find Four still sleeping on the couch the blanket draped around him. He looks so peaceful while he sleeps I take a moment to observe him before quickly scrawling a note. I leave it on the table for him to discover and head back to my house.

-Page Break-

I change into comfortable clothes and plop down on the couch with breakfast cereal in my hands turning on the TV.

I settle on Pretty Little Liars. I am not going to the office today or any time this week. Why? Because tomorrow is my parents' death anniversary and I just can't go into the place they founded there are reminders of them everywhere I go.

It might be a picture or some article or anything but it causes me to breakdown into tears every time so I just don't go it's too hard and I wouldn't be able to focus anyway.

I brood in my thoughts for a while before getting up I steel myself and enter my parents' bedroom. The bed is perfectly made, everything is neat not a thing out of place just like my dad liked it. My mum was a bit messier but my dad always cleaned up after her. They really loved each other you could tell just by looking at them. I had always dreamed to find a love as great as theirs but all my hope was shattered after Eric.

No. No. This isn't about him I don't want to think about him. This is about my parents. I won't let him ruin my day. Besides I was over him, wasn't I?

I shake my head to dismiss the thoughts and put my hair up in a messy bun. Determinedly I head to my parents' closet vowing that after today I won't mope over their deaths anymore. With that thought in mind I take a deep breath and am about to open the closet door when suddenly the doorbell rings.

Startled I slowly make my way towards the door. I peer out through the peephole and to my astonishment Four is standing outside looking around. I instantly open the door and greet him.

Then I remember that he isn't supposed to be driving and I say, "Wait-you aren't allowed to drive yet so how did you get here."

"Simple I called a cab." He replies

"Oh." Is my stupid reply then I realize that he's still in the doorway and open the door wider to let him in. He comes inside looking around and after we're both sitting on the couch asks, "So what were you doing?"

My throat tightens as I think about what I was doing and my eyes start tearing up. I force the tears back and clear my throat saying, "Um I was just going through my parents' stuff I want to give away the extra clothes and stuff to charity."

He looks surprised for a moment then a nervous expression comes across his face as he says, "Oh. So umm can I help you with that?"

I look up surprised I had expected him to leave but he wants to help. Just goes on to show how different he is than the rest of them.

I quickly reply, "Um yeah sure…"

His nervous expression is replaced by a smile as he says, "Ok come on let's get to work."

I lead him to the bedroom stepping in front of the closet I take another deep breath as I open it. The first thing I see is the clothes hanging neatly on hangers and some folded and place properly.

Then in a lower shelf there is a variety of shoes and then there is a smaller locker type thing which contains some jewellery and some files.

I take all of the stuff out of the locker. I keep all the jewellery as my mom didn't own much of it but the things she had were of sentimental value I couldn't bear to give them away.

Next me and Four sort through the clothes most we place in the donations box but I choose to keep a few of dad's shirts and mom's favourite dresses along with her wedding dress which I love and place it safely in a damage proof bag.

It takes us about 2 hours to go through everything. I shed tears going over a few memories but Four doesn't mention anything about it just keeps me company and I'm grateful for that.

Finally as I'm folding the last few clothes and putting them away I come across some photo albums. I slowly take them out, some look old but others look relatively younger. I decide that I'll go through them later along with the files I found.

Finally me and Four are done. I asked him to stay for dinner so now I'm cooking some spaghetti while Four sits at the kitchen island we continue with idle chatter. He hasn't asked me once about my parents but I know he is wondering. I decide that I will tell him after dinner today. I silently prepare myself for the upcoming tear fest.

We ate our dinner in peaceful silence just speaking a sentence or two occasionally. Right now though we are sitting on the couch again in an amicable silence.

I take a deep breath saying, "My parents were one of the most wonderful people on the planet. They helped anyone and everyone who asked for it. I always looked up to them. We were a happy family but one day everything changed." I pause and take a breath and look at Four who gives me a small gentle smile and then says, "Tris it's alright if you don't want to say-"

I cut him off by saying, "No I want to tell you so just listen. You know Erudite, right?" after his confirming nod I continue, "Well we believe they are in co-operation with the city's biggest mafia, Max Coulter. They help the Mafia out of their cases and bail out the criminals in return the Mafia boss protects Jeanine and takes out anyone against her they also help her in creating fake proofs, ID's and terrorise the witnesses or their families to help their side win. Also they have half of Chicago PD in their pocket so we can't really do anything about it. Well my parents were close to exposing their contacts and had discovered some pretty important evidence and Matthews found out about it and she had them killed. The car which crashed into them was and driven by a man working under Coulter. But the police went up against us."

I pause looking at Four, he doesn't say anything he simply reaches over and puts a comforting arm over my shoulders and I lean into him inhaling his scent and the familiar sense of safety washes over me. Then taking another deep breath I continue,

"The guy you heard that day, my brother, Caleb. We had a great relationship before we were like any other siblings but then he had Jeanine Matthews as his teacher once she of course took a special interest in him and took him in as her protégé. He followed her around like a puppy, my parents warned him not to get involved with her but he was too…blind and she manipulated him into believing that our parents were not good. So after a huge fight he left. A week after that was the accident. I was in my house and we had a huge fight. He told me that he was leaving and that-that he couldn't stand the sight of me and then-and then he said that it was my fault, that I could've saved them, and he left. After that I had a breakdown and passed out. Tori found me passed out on the floor and helped me back up."

At this point tears are flowing freely down my cheeks and my head is buried in Four's chest as his arms surround me in a cage of protection. I take a deep breath and say with my voice muffled,

"But the worst part is, he was right. I could've saved them. If only I hadn't gotten involved with Eric none of this would have happened and they would be-"

Four cuts me off by placing his finger over my lips. Then with his other hand he tilts my chin up and looks me dead in the eyes. I can see the blue irises look angry but the anger isn't directed at me. No. It's towards my brother but then he determinedly locks his eyes into mine as he speaks,

"Tris do not believe him. None and I mean not a single thing of that was your fault. Don't ever say that again Jeanine would've found another way anyways. I know and I'm sorry it's harsh but you need to know it. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault." He emphasizes each word clearly. I'm too stunned to say anything so I just stare at him. He does the same and in his eyes I see the same emotions that I hold. His gaze flicks back and forth between my eyes and lips, then I can't help but gaze back at his eyes and lips and then…

My heart skips a beat as we start leaning in closer and closer, my eyes flutter shut and all I can feel is his warm breath mixing with mine and his hands around me.

Then his lips are on mine and the world around me disappears. I feel electricity course veins, my heart racing as I kiss him pouring all my emotions into it. He kisses me back with the same if not more passion. His lips feel warm and soft against mine and then he's pulling me onto his lap, my hands already tangled in his hair, his snaking around my waist and moving up and down my spine sending shivers through my body.

Our lips move in sync against each other. And we break away for air all too soon for my liking. I keep my eyes closed resting my forehead against his, both of us panting hard, but I can sense his eyes on me.

Slowly I open my eyes to see him already looking at me with adoration in his eyes that I'm sure mirrors in mine. Both of us are still breathing hard just looking at each other before he says, "I've wanted to do that for a very long time now."

All I can do is nod before saying, "That was amazing, Four."

"Tobias" He says looking at me upon my confused expression clarifies, "My name it's Tobias."

I smile and nod testing the name, I love how it rolls off my tongue, "Tobias."

"Thank you, Tobias." I whisper before pulling him in for another kiss, this one much more heated than before.

A/N The end of another one. So did you guys like it? Our favourite couple are now together yay! #Finally :P

Also I hope you saw my previous announcement for the new story! Please tell me what you thought about it!

And as always please leave a review. Thank you for all the previous reviews too!

Bye!