A/N: I hope you guys appreciate this chapter. Over 7,000 words my ass. But it was completely worth it because I enjoyed writing this and I know you will to (I hope). This is a special chapter and every ten chapters I am planning on writing one similar to this. Enjoy!
(This chapter was so long, I tried to edit almost everything, so spare me if an error or two happened to slip its way through)
I also want to thank all of my lovely readers and followers. I appreciate each and all of you. I also will definitely put your thoughts into consideration to those who helped me come up with ideas for this story. I love you, and thank you all so much!
Chapter Ten
This story is rated M/MA for sexual language/content. Spare me.
Eight years ago...
Her golden hair frames her face as she sits crossed legged in the corner of the library. She looks downwards in the direction of her lap due to a book lying on top of her legs.
Her brother, Caleb, suggested on reading some teen romance novel that he said was actually really good. Curse John Green and his talented writing abilities.
"The Fault in Our Stars, really? Isn't that some dumb book about two people getting together?"
"Well excuse me, mister. If you're trying to impress a girl, never, and I mean never insult their choice of books. You will literally get bitch rage from them. You're lucky I'm nice otherwise I would have attacked you for insulting my taste in books." Tris' glasses start to slide down her face and she presses it back up onto the bridge of her nose.
Tobias puts his hands up in surrender. "Oh I'm sorry."
"That sounded extremely sarcastic, honey." His smile widens when she calls him 'honey'.
"It was." He states plainly.
"I didn't think I'd ever see you again." Tris says and scoots over a little offering him to sit besides her. It's true. A week prior, she had met Tobias in the same library. After their first encounter, he had started coming more often to his school's library. He has discovered that she comes to the library on certain days of the week. Although Tobias tells himself that he doesn't stalk her, he so did (and maybe still does).
"Well, it was either visiting a beautiful girl at the school library or going to some frat party." He smirks.
"Oh where is she? I don't see her." Tris teases.
"You don't? Maybe you can help me out. She has blond hair, blue eyes, around five three maybe? And she happens to have the name of Tris. Any clue?" Tobias rests his face in the palm of his hands.
"Sorry, bud. But I don't know any girl named Tris."
"What a bummer. I guess I'll be off then. I gotta look for her ya' know?"
She pushes him lightly. "You're such a tease."
"Come on, let's go somewhere." He stands up and offers her a hand.
"What? Why? Where are we going?" Tris takes off her reading glasses and puts them back into her case. She shuts her book and puts it in her bag.
"Do you trust me?" Tris looks at them way he is positioned. With a hand offered out towards her and him bending forward.
"Are you intentionally quoting Aladdin? Or is this just a coincidence?"
"What's Aladdin?"
"You did not just say that! How could you not know what Aladdin is?"
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Jeez Tris. I can't even joke around you without you getting all serious and crap. Come on," he pulls her into a standing position. "How do you feel about ice cream?"
Seven years ago...
"What are you doing, babe?" Tris is facing towards the television standing on top of a mat as she does the downward dog position. Quiet music is heard throughout the room as she continues to follow the yoga video.
"I'm doing yoga." She answers. Tobias has a front view of her butt, not that he minded or anything.
"Okay, continue on." He licks his lips as she continues to bend down in many compromising positions. Her yoga pants do her well. Her black pants hugs her ass in the perfect way really emphasizing her curves. Her white t-shirt hug her breasts and dip the perfect amount to expose the top part of her tits.
"Don't go drooling all over my carpet, you perv." She says with her back towards him.
"What? I can't help it. I'm a man with needs and it doesn't help with the fact that my beautiful girlfriend's ass is in front of my face."
Tris turns around and places her hands on her hips. "Fine Mr. I'm-so-horny, how would you like it if I banned sex for...two weeks? Maybe it will teach your needs to not mess with me."
Tobias stands abruptly. "That is not fair. What did I do to deserve this?"
Tris takes two steps until she is directly in front of him. "Fine." She says, her yoga workout long forgotten. "Show me what I'd be missing if I take sex away from you." She challenges.
Tobias lets out a very sexy growl. He rests his hands on the curve of her hip and presses her flush against him. Tobias first attacks her neck sucking hard as his hands start to wander all around her body.
Tris throws her head back and moans, loudly.
"You like it when I kiss you like that?" His voice turns an octave deeper. "Do you want me to touch you?"
"Mhm." She sighs.
"I can't hear you." He nibbles on her ears and growls. Oh how sexy he sounds when he does that... "Say my name. I want to hear you say my name. Tell me who is making you feel this good."
"Tobias. Mm..yes." It surprises him that he can get even harder than he is right now.
Tobias feels Tris' hands inch downwards. She plays with them hem of his shirt before lifting it over his head and throwing it somewhere across the room. His hands lower slightly and unbutton the button of her jeans.
Tris bites her bottom lip as she watches him lower to his knees and pull down the article of clothing with him. His eyes remains on hers as he does so. Soon, her top is thrown somewhere and they are both laying on the couch. Articles of clothing is thrown throughout the apartment complex.
Tobias removes her panties with his teeth and bundle them up. He makes a mental note of where he throws it so he can retrieve it later.
Soon, their bodies are pressed flush together once again as they move in rhythm.
"Oh my god, Tobias. Yessssss. You do me so well. Yes, baby. Keep going. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Yessss." He loves how loud she can be sometimes.
"Oh gosh, yes, babe. You feel so good around me." He continues this rhythm for a while. "I'm coming." He hisses as she scratches his back.
"Hey-yo! Guess who brought drinks? Oh fuck! My eyes! Oh my gosh. My fucking eyes!"
Tris lets out a high pitched scream as she pulls out of Tobias. She pushes Tobias off her and he lands with a loud thump onto the carpet floor. Tris sits up abruptly before covering her exposed breasts.
"Nice rack, Tris!" Moments after, her best friend, Christina shouts as she looks at the couple that is completely fluttered.
"Fuck!" Tris suddenly glares at Tobias. "How did you forget to lock the damn door, Four?"
Hey that rhymes. Gosh, Tobias, now is not the time. He thinks to himself as he suddenly realizes that his girlfriend has been glaring at him for a while.
"I forgot! Shit, I'm sorry."
Her eyes narrow into slits and he feels her lean downwards towards him. He tries to ignore the fact that his girlfriend's bare breasts are right in front of his face.
"So...are we not going to watch the playoffs anymore?" Uriah breaks the uncomfortable tension that sits throughout the room.
Tobias scurrages for his boxer briefs. Luckily, he finds them thrown at the end of the couch. He throws them on and runs towards her bedroom. He goes to take a cold shower and to relieve himself mostly because he was so close to a release and never got the chance for it. Tris on the other hand is extremely lucky. She covers herself and watches as Christina lifts up her bra that was thrown somehow near the front door. Christina lifts her eyebrow and gives Tris an amused look.
"Shut up."
"I didn't even say anything though."
"Yeah, just shut up." She finds a blanket laying on another couch and retrieves it before throwing it over her body. She runs towards her room and decides on the last minute that she's going to join Tobias in the shower.
"You need help with that?" Tobias looks like a deer caught in headlights.
"Fuck." He hisses. Despite all the embarrassment that had just occurred, they are able to finish what they had started.
The two of them come out of the shower freshly cleaned and notice that, one, Zeke had arrived, and two, that all three of them (Christina, Uriah, and Zeke) are sitting on the floor.
"Why are you guys sitting on the floor?" Tobias reads Tris' mind.
"You seriously think we are going to sit on the couch after catching you two all over it?" The duo both turn a shade of red.
"Fair enough." Tris says after a while.
Six years ago...
Tobias was always a jealous bastard. He was a possessive son of a bitch, yet never realized it. At times, Tris would be talking to some associate and he would find his blood suddenly boiling. It was truly a difficult job being Tris' boyfriend sometimes. She was a beauty. Although she wasn't the tallest girl or the one with the most curves, she was one of the prettiests.
Tris had nice long legs. Her physical body was petite, yet stunning at the same time. But her best quality was her witty personality. She was sarcastic most of the time and had very little patience for some people. She was selfish, but still put people before her. Insensitive, but caring. She could be completely illogical at times, but she was incredibly intelligent.
So, as Tobias watches in the corner as Tris laughs at some joke this guy makes, he could feel the blood rushing up his cheeks and ears. Being Zeke's best friend, he was practically forced into trusting Uriah. However, Tobias never missed the way her friend's eyes would sometimes linger a second too longer on his girl, or the way he would hug her tight after leaving for a video shoot. Tobias never missed any of this. He noticed it all.
Everything.
"So, whatcha' thinking about?" Tris sits besides Tobias on the couch and nudges him with her elbow after Uriah leaves.
"Nothing." He says with clenched teeth.
"You're lying." She states plainly.
"What's up with you and Uriah?" He says after a few seconds for silence.
"What? Why would you ask that?" Tris turns around even though she knows that he is gone. "Look, Tobias, I don't know what delusions you are running on, but Uriah and I are just friends. We have been friends for like how long? Seven? Eight years? Sure we dated for like a year, but-"
"You guys dated?" His voice suddenly deepens. "And you never thought of telling me this? Since when? What the fuck?"
"I never told you because I didn't think it was important. Yeah we dated, so? It's not that big of a deal." Tobias scoffs when she says that. "Oh what? Are we going to start fighting now because you're being such a jealous prick?" Tris rolls her eyes.
"I'm not jealous." Tris lets out a laugh.
"Okay, so you wouldn't mind if I just left to hang out with a whole bunch of guy friends from work."
"That's fine." He lies.
"Fine!"
Tobias sighs and runs his hands through his hair. If Tris wasn't so furious right now, she would think that, that was incredibly sexy.
"You know what? I'm just going to call them right now." Just to piss Tobias off, Tris sends a mass text to a few co-workers from work asking if they'd like to go out for drinks. She texts Christina as well just so it isn't just her and like three other guys.
Tobias watches Tris as she goes to their room.
Tris angrily changes out of her clothes and puts on a pair of dark purple pants and a black top.
How dare he question my relationship with Uriah.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." Although she is still pissed off at Tobias, she grabs one of his sweatshirts because she can't stand being without him somehow.
"With whom?"
"My guy friends from work, because you know, I'm allowed to have friends that are well, guys."
Tobias groans in frustration. "You are so stubborn, aren't you?" Tris grabs the nearest thing, which is a throw pillow and chucks it at him.
"Fuck you."
"Does he know that you're the one who broke up with Uriah?" Christina hands Tris shots. She downs them quickly before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"No, but only because I never told him about Uriah. I didn't think it was important, you know? Uriah and I are strictly just friends, nothing more, nothing less. That's why I didn't think of telling him because we'd never be nothing more. It was just some high school romance, and plus, he's way over me as I am with him." Tris answers in her buzzed state.
"I mean, Four has the right to be jealous. When you aren't spending time with him, you are with Uriah. If I were him, I'd be curious. You can't get mad at him for that. He just cares about your relationship with him."
"Ugh." Tris bangs her head against the bar table. "I'm a fucking idiot. I need more shots." Tris signals for the bartender to get her more drinks.
"You're a hot mess."
"Ugh, mark my words, Christina. Don't ever get married or get a dumb boyfriend."
"I'll tell Will that." Christina continues to drink her sprite. Someone is going to have to go home not drunk, and today, Christina decided that it's going to her.
"I fucking hate this. I love Four and all, but I hate it when we argue about something stupid." Christina suddenly gets a brilliant idea. Technically it's not taking advantage of her friend if she is voluntary speaking her mind. Right?
"So Tris, how is your sex life? Spill all the deets and leave no behind." Usually Christina wouldn't ask her when she's sober. Tris isn't afraid to speak her mind, but when it comes to sex, a simple word as 'boobs' can make Tris blush like no tomorrow.
"Okay." Tris puts down he Jack and Coke and rests her chin on her hands. "What do you want to know?" A huge grin suddenly appears on her face. Tris is speaks freely of her "closed door" life unless she is really buzzed or drunk.
"Is he big? Is he really good?"
"He's the best. Well, he's the only one I've ever slept with, but he's soooooooo good."
"How big is he?"
Tris takes both her hands and show Chris the approximate length of Tobias' package.
"Holy damn, girl! You must be getting it good!"
"Mhmm...Four has such an amazing stamina. He could go on for hours. One time, we came home from a party. I teased him throughout. It was like some wedding or some shit for one of his cousins. I kept playing with him through his pants during the reception the whole entire time. I worked him up so hard, we stayed up the whole entire night. It was amaze-balls!" Tris sings. "No pun intended."
"I should get you drunk more often. You never say amazeballs." It true, Tris claims it's something the try-to-be 'hipsters' say whatever that means.
"And then one time, he almost fingered me during some important dinner with his bosses. It was so hot. His boss, Amar...I can't even remember his last name. Ha!" Tris starts to giggle. "Yeah, Amar whatever-his-last-name-is asked me if I was okay. He thought I was sick or whatever! Gosh, Four treats me soooo well. I'm tired. Maybe when you drop me off home, he and I can do it on the kitchen counter." Tris smiles at the thought of that. Christina bursts out laughing.
"Speaking of going home, I should probably drop you home." Tris raises her hands as if she's a baby and wants to be carried. "Uhm okay. Ouch, up you go. Ow, fuck." Christina struggles as she carries her, surprisingly heavy friend to the car. She practically dumps onto the passenger seat. "Buckle up, hun."
"Okayyy..."
Christina walks Tris to the front door of her apartment complex and Tris hand her the keys. "I'll see you tomorrow, Tris."
"Bye sweetie. You are just the most adorable thing." Tris taps Christina on the nose. "Boop. You like it when I do that, babe?" Tris pokes Christina on the nose again.
"Oh lord. Is that what you should like when you're having sex? Don't answer that. I'll just...let Four to deal with..." Christina gestures to Tris, "That." She shuts the door behind her.
"Tobi!" Tris exclaims when she sees her boyfriend sitting on the couch with his face buried in his hands. And then comes the giggling.
"How are you baby? I missed you!" She giggles loudly as she walks towards Tobias. "Woahhhh." She says tripping over her own feet, the alcohol now taking full effect.
"What happened to you?" He furrows his eyebrows and sets his mouth in a line.
"I went drinking with a couple of friends." She states as if it's the most obvious thing in the word. Which pretty much is.
He scoffs. "Yeah, I can see."
Suddenly, she remembers what got her in the situation of getting drunk in the first place. She turns from happy and giddy to sad in a split second.
Unexpectedly, she runs into his arms and starts to cry silently. Tobias doesn't notice until he hears her sniff and his shirt starts to feel wet.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry. What's wrong?" His heart breaks into to just at the mere thought of her crying.
"Do you still love me?"
"What? Why would you think otherwise?"
"Because you yelled at me earlier. I don't like it when we fight. I love you, not Uriah. I love you." She repeats over and over again.
Suddenly a wave of guilt floods Tobias. "Ugh. Fuck, I- Look, I'm sorry I doubted you. Why am I even telling you this when you're drunk? I don't know. But, love, hey, hey, look at me." Tobias grabs her chin and forces her to look at him in the eyes. "I love you too. Nobody else. It's just going to you and me, okay? You and me, forever, I promise." Tris wraps her arms around Tobias even harder.
"Can you promise me that? Please don't ever leave me, okay? I love you too much, and I don't," she sniffs, "I don't know what I'd ever do without you."
"Tris, love, I promise. I'm never ever going to leave you."
"I love you."
"I love you more, love, I love you so much." He repeats to her against her ear.
[I apologize to those of you who are German. I used Google Translate for this.]
Five years ago...
Tris' smirk grows wider as the paper ball lands perfectly into the trash can. Her opponent, Volker Koch, rolls his eyes and throws the next paper ball which also lands into the trash bin.
Tris goes again and makes the next ball.
"Verdammt! (damn)." He curses in German.
"How do you like me now?"
"Miss Prior, what are you doing?" Tris abruptly sits up on her office chair and looks politely at her boss.
"Volker and I are playing basketball...well sort of. Would you like to join us?" Her boss, Edgar Gustin, luckily adores Tris. He practically worships her and favors her over the rest of his employees. What's not to like about Tris?
"As tempting as that sounds, I'm going to pass. Now, Koch, I'd appreciate it if you stopped distracting the lovely Miss Prior. She has a lot of work to do?"
"Me?" Volker points to himself. "I'm the one distracting Tris?" He asks with his thick German accent. "She was the one who suggesting playing that game." He points in accusation.
"Well, Miss Prior is my star employee and I-"
"Edgar, stop toying with the poor guy. Volker, here in America, we like to joke around." She says to him as if she were talking to a three year old.
"Sie können manchmal so eine Schlampe sein. (You can be such a bitch sometimes.)"
"Volker, you do know I'm half German, so I understand what you are saying. Hell, my boyfriend is part German as well."
"I thought you were French."
"That too."
There's a light knock on the door and the three of them turn around to see Tris' boyfriend standing there with a silly grin on his face.
"Four!" Tris squeals and jumps into her boyfriend's arms.
"Oh," Volker scowls. "Es ist der Junge mit dem dummen Nummer als Name. (It's the boy with the stupid number as a name.)"
"Es ist nicht dumm! (It's not stupid.)" Tobias replies in German.
"Oh you weren't lying when you said your boy toy was German." Volker says.
"Ugh, Volker, you need to get a life instead of criticizing my relationship with Four."
Volker puts his hands in the air and smiles. "When your boss, Edgar, gives all the work to his favorite worker, then you practically have nothing better to do than sit here and criticize other people. Anyways, I have to go to dinner with some girl." He says and removes his jacket that is hanging from his chair. "Please shoot me with a handgun."
"Ey! I thought you have a boyfriend." Tris says with a teasing smile.
"I do. I'm having dinner with my mother. I fucking hate that crazy lady. Every time I visit her, she goes on and on about gossip from her knitting club." Volker says with a look on his face.
"Oh, well have fun! If it makes you feel better my mom is part of a Downton Abbey club where she and a whole bunch of other women discuss the latest episodes.." Tris tells her friend.
"Oh, that's bad. But, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Edgar." He tells his boss with distaste.
"Don't mind him, Edgar. I bet you he's secretly in love with you. I'll be off too. I got a hot date with this bad boy." Tris taps Tobias' chest. "See ya."
"Bye Prior." Her boss nods at her before leaving the room to go back to his office.
"You're such a kiss up." Tobias says to his girlfriend.
"That's how I got promoted. And don't worry, Edgar is a married man and he loves his wife very much. I had dinner with her once too. She makes a killer steak."
Tobias rolls his eyes and grabs Tris to drag her out of the room.
"Come on, sweetie. I'm starved."
Four years ago...
The two men enter the jewelry store earning a few looks from young women. Some stare with utter distaste, knowing that the only reason for them to be in here is because the man is taken and he's off limits. Others stare in awe because not many men come into the store to purchase jewelry, especially if it's for a special someone.
"Hi, how many I help you two?" A young lady asks with a flirtatious look on her face.
Tobias gives her a forced smile. "Uhm, hi. We're look for rings."
"Oh, are two getting married or something? Ya'll are looking for wedding rings? I don't judge."
Zeke and Tobias share a horrified look.
"No, no, no, Ma'am. I'm looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend." Tobias quickly clarifies.
"So you're friend is single?" The lady bites her lip as she stares at Zeke.
"Okayyyy." Zeke grabs Tobias shoulders and guides him to the opposite side of the store.
"Wait!" The girl shouts.
"Just ignore her, Tobias." The two men approach another girl to ask for help.
"Oh, are you two shopping for wedding rings for each other or something?" The next lady asks with a southern accent.
"Why do people keeping asking that? Do we really look like a gay couple or something?" Tobias asks his friend.
"Sorry about my fiancé, he's very shy about our relationship." Zeke places a hand on Tobias' shoulder. "I keep telling them to ignore all those nasty comments and looks, but he just doesn't want to be judged, you know? We are look for wedding rings, aren't we honey?" Zeke wraps his arms around his friend's waist.
"Hey, paws off. No, he's just joking. I sincerely apologize about my idiot friend. I'm looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend." Tobias explains.
"Oh great! Right over here, sir." The lady, named Lauren, which is around her mid thirties guides them to a section of the store where all the engagement rings are.
Tobias quickly scans through all the rings until he finds one that he thinks is perfect for Tris. There's a simple ring with a twisted band made of silver and tiny pieces of diamond. A small diamond piece sits proudly on top and is secured onto the ring with a silver little plate.
"I'll take this."
"You sure? That was fairly quick. Usually it takes time and effort to pick out the perfect ring for your girl. After all, she will-"
"I'm a hundred percent." The ring is as much as Tobias expected. Of course since it is made of real diamond and silver, it will be quite the cost. However, since Tobias works at a very high paying job, he buys with rings without any second thought. Sure Tris might give him a hard time about this expensive ring, but honestly, as long as he is with Tris, he doesn't care if he goes bankrupt as long as he gets to be with her.
The two men leave the store with Tobias all giddy and excited.
"So, my friend, when are you going to pop the question?"
"Well I was planning on bringing her to Spain for her birthday as a surprise. She told me she always wanted to go there, so I'm going to pop the question there."
"Dude, her birthday isn't for another like eight months."
"I know." Tobias sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "She still has to worry about school and she's been busy studying lately, so I want to ask her once all of her stress is over. Having to study all night is one thing, but planning for wedding? That's just asking for a disaster. And plus, she finishes school in six months. So, once everything is settle down, then I'm going to ask." Tobias says.
"But you're buying the ring eight months before?"
"I just can't wait, you know. Buying the ring just makes everything feel more real and I'm sure if I didn't I'd keep backing out."
"You are a wimp."
"Oh shut up." Tobias pushes Zeke and he stumbles a little.
"You need to learn how to take a joke."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Three years ago...
"What I don't understand is that Susan never told me she had a brother. She can I have been friends for what? Since childhood? I also don't get is how we've never seen each other before either." Tris plays with Robert's warm hands as they lay on the couch with one another.
"Small world, huh?" She feels the deep rumble of Robert's chest against her cheek.
"Yeah." The two of them enjoy the comfortable silence as continue watching the program that is currently running on the TV.
The silence is immediately ruined as Christina barges through the front door. "I swear I lock those doors when I come home. I don't understand how she does that." Tris sits up and rubs her eyes.
"Honey, you should know by know I know how to pick a lock." Christina says and hold up a bobbypin.
"I don't understand you friend sometimes."
"I know, Christina can be..."
"I'm standing right here, you know. I can hear everything you guys are saying."
"Maybe we can sneak out the back." Robert suggests.
"Literally, I'm right here."
Tris groans loudly. "What do you want Christina? Robert and I are trying to have, I don't know, quiet time. It's something you clearly don't understand."
"Oh shut up. I have a surprise for you two. I was at work and my boss gave me two tickets to a Panic At the Disco concert. I clearly don't listen to the band, but I know you two do, so..."
"SHUT UP! No way!" Tris stands abruptly and tackles her best friend into a bear hug.
"Easy tiger. I know, I know, I'm the best best friend in the world."
"You are."
"I'm your only best friend, what are you talking about?" Christina teases.
"No, there's Uriah, Volker, Thomas Sanders, Dan, Phil, Conner, Tyler, Ryan-" Tris is about to continue listing names until Christina interrupts her.
"I literally hate you."
"I love you too."
Two years ago...
Tris scrolls through her Twitter account looking at the comments from the tweet she just tweeted. Her feed blows up with thousands of people commenting each second.
"Whatcha doing, Tris?" Uriah drums his fingers on the table.
"Twitter." She says vaguely. "I'm soooo bored. Do you want to do a video?"
"Sure, why not." Uriah doesn't hesitate to answer.
"Yay!" Tris jumps up from the couch and runs to set up her camera and other equipment. "Okay, what do you want to do?"
"Uhm..." Uriah thinks for a bit. "Why don't we do the Seven Second Challenge."
"Sure, why not." I have the app on my phone. "Uri, can you turn on the camera?"
"Sure thing." The two of them sit on the couch with them sitting by each others side. "Hey guys! It's Uriah and Tris here, aka the Dauntless Duo. So today we will be playing the seven second challenge created by our friends all the way from the U.K.." Uriah says.
"Yeah, Dan and Phil both made this game and we will be playing it with one another. So I have the app on my phone. Do you want to start, Uri?"
"Sure. I'll go first." He smiles and looks at Tris.
"Okay, you have seven seconds to do an impression of popcorn popping. Ready? Go!" Tris presses the button which will video tape Uriah."
"Oh fuck, okay." Uriah crawls into a ball and jumps up in the air throwing his hands upwards. "Pop!" He says.
"Okay, that was lame. My turn." Tris hands Uriah the phone and he manages to clip it to the next challenge.
"Tris, give an impression of a cat giving birth."
"What? Oh shit, okay..." Tris goes on he hands and needs and makes a face that makes her look constipated. "Meow!" She screams in agony.
Uriah laughs as she continues to do this for the next few seconds. "I love how you actually meow."
"That was terrible."
"No, you totally nailed it though." He says.
"Okay, next one. Name five things you could not fit in your refrigerator." Tris says to Uriah. "Go."
"Uhh...uhh...a mini fridge-"
"A mini fridge?"
"Shush Tris!" Tris looks at the camera with a hurt expression on her face. "Uhh..."
"3-2-1!" Tris shouts. "You totally failed, Uriah. That was so lame. You couldn't even come up with one?"
"You know what, Tris? I want you trying to think of five things you could not fit in your fridge. And I did say one, I said a mini fridge."
Tris rolls her eyes. "That doesn't count. I can name five. A cardboard box filled with flour, a flower vase, ten cans of condensed milk, leftovers because I never have enough space in my fridge, and a whale."
Uriah has a 'what-the-fuck' look on his face as he stares weirdly at Tris.
"What?"
"I don't even know." He shakes his head. "Okay, your turn. Invent and perform a new dance move then name it. Go!"
"Oh fuck." Tris gets off the couch. "I can't dance." Which is totally untrue because she did baile and hip-hop since she was three years old. At one point in her life, she was a nationally ranked baile performer.
Tris moves her arms and legs in a wild manner as she thrusts her hips side to side. She flips her hair all over the place and moves her body.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Uriah asks as he records her from her phone.
"It's called the hamstring dance because I think I just pulled my hamstring. I haven't danced in over a year." She sits back down on the couch and hisses in pain as her thigh makes contact with the cushion.
"Those of you who don't know, Tris was a nationally ranked dance when we were in high school. She still danced until the last year of college, right?" Uriah questions.
Tris rests her hands on her lap. "Yeah, but it's not something I like to flaunt about. But yeah, I used to dance from preschool up until the end of college." Tris answers earnestly.
"You were amazing." Uriah says honestly
"Thanks. But next, one. We'll do two more. What's the score now? I don't even know."
"I did not know we were keeping score, but I think you are winning." Uriah says.
"Uriah, explain a new theory of how dinosaurs went extinct." Tris reads off her phone.
"Well you see, a new scientist named...Liam Hemsworth...don't even give me that look right now, Tris. He discovered that dinosaurs pooped out toxic chemicals which ended up killing them."
"You went over seven seconds, but I'll let that one slide. And how exactly did their poop turn into toxins? I'm pretty sure poop is already toxins in your body or that leave your body." She says.
"I don't know or care. Okay ready? Say 5 of the most British things you can think of."
"Uh...One Direction, Crumpets, I don't know...bloody hell. And..uhm...all hail the Queen, and...and Doctor Who. Done." She states within the seven seconds.
"You know what would have been really funny?" Uriah asks. "If you listed all five names of the people from One Direction, that would have been really funny."
"I was planning to, but you know...whatever. I'd just like to say, if you are from Britain, I am so sorry if that offended you. But I mean like, if you were to say American things in five words, it would be pretty stereotypic wouldn't it? Do you know what, if you are British, comment five things that you think Americans would say, I want to know." Tris says to the camera.
"Yup, comment down below on your thoughts, questions, comments, whatever! Tris and I will try to get back to you especially since we have nothing better to do with our lives. Makes sure to click the subscribe button and we will see you next time. Subscribe to my channel and Tris' personal channel and we'll see you later. Bye!" Uriah covers his hands over the screen before turning off the camera.
At the same time, both he and Tris make eye contact before screaming, "not it!" at the same time.
"Hey, I edited the video last time, it's your turn now." Tris exclaims dramatically.
"Fine. But you're doing it next time."
"Deal."
One year ago...
"Cake tasting? Is that even a thing?" Tris asks as she scrolls through the latest magazine about new news about Justin Bieber or some shit like that. She tosses the magazine to the side because she can't stand looking at all the photoshopped girls on almost each page.
"Yes, now come on, let's go." Christina presses. "I scheduled different appointments in four different bakeries and we are going to be late to the first one if you don't get your ass off the couch. No come on! You're fiancé is waiting for you now."
Tris groans loudly as she pushes herself of the damn couch. "Let me go grab a jacket first." She purposely exaggerates her moves and goes slowly just to tick Christina off earning a look from her friend. "Fine, fine. I'll hurry."
"Robert just texted, he's already there."
"Ugh fuck. Don't make me feel even more guilty."
Tris greets Robert with a kiss when she enters the bakery. "Hey."
"Hi." His breath feels warm and nice against her skin. "What took you so long?"
Christina's loud and obnoxious voice says, "this girl refused to get her bum off the damn couch." Almost all of the people in the bakery turn towards her.
"Shh..." Tris scolds.
"Don't get me started on how long it took for her to get ready. Oh my gosh."
"I was having a TV marathon." Tris says in defense.
"You have a TV marathon everyday. I can't even think of a time where you weren't off the couch doing something productive." Chris rolls her eyes.
"I made a video." Tris points out.
"Yeah, you filmed it on the couch." Christina retorts.
"Oh right."
"Babe, let it go." Robert smiles. "Sure you're a couch potato, but you're my couch potato."
"Barf." Christina exclaims in disgust. "While you guys continue swooning over each other, I'm going to go to the corner and shoot myself in the head."
"Sorry." Robert rubs his nose against Tris'. "Love you."
"Love you more." Tris bites Robert's lips playfully.
"Oh for fuck's sakes! We're in public. Now please, let's just-ugh!" Christina pulls the two of them apart. "Five feet. You guys cannot be closer than five feet."
Tris rolls her eyes, but Robert just continues smiling at her.
A petite girl in her mid-twenties approaches the triad. "You're Christina, right? I'm Rebecca, you called me the other day I believe."
"That's me." Christina pipes.
"So, I got the customary cakes first, chocolate and vanilla." Rebecca leads them to a table where two slices of cakes lay. She gives the three each a fork to try.
"Holy shit." Tris moans. "How do you make vanilla cake taste so good?"
Rebecca smiles, flattered. "Thanks, it's a family recipe."
They continue this for another while, with Rebecca providing them a variety of cakes. Tris' favorite is the fruit cake. It is layered with an angel cakes and whipped cream frosting and within each layer is a variety of fruit. There is chocolate spread in the middle layer which is Tris' favorite part about it. "Mmm. That's the stuff." Tris buries her face in Robert's arm. "Sooooooooo good."
Christina remarks sarcastically towards Rebecca. "You keep this up, you're probably going to give the poor girl an orgasm...from cake." She nods in the direction of Tris.
Rebecca laughs aloud. "That's good to know."
They quickly finish up, and Tris pays the fee for the cakes testing. "We will definitely be in touch." Tris says smiling. "I don't know if I even want to try the other cakes anymore."
"Yeah well, we have to, maybe we'll find one even better who knows."
The three of them continue this process again with three other bakeries. Throughout the whole time, Tris has he mind set on the first bakery. She liked it a lot and really wants to get her desired cake. Robert agrees with her, one because he doesn't really care about the cake. All he cares about is marrying the girl next to her, and two, because he doesn't want to piss of his girl by saying he wants another cake. He's just saving time.
"Fruit cake, yeah?"
"Mhm." Tris hums while cuddling close to her fiancé as they lay in bed at the end of the day.
Jokes on Christina, Tris thinks, she and Robert lay on the bed, not couch, as Tris continues of TV marathon.
One Week After Present Day...
He can't stop fidgeting. His leg bounces up and down as he patiently waits for an answer. His phone is pressed against the side of his face and he runs his hand through his hair multiple times. He hopes she doesn't pick up. Maybe it would be easier if she didn't pick up, but it's a new year and he promised himself that he would get Tris back.
When he first told Zeke that he was going to call her, all Zeke could do was laugh. He swore he thought his friend was pulling an early April Fool's prank on him. It was until Zeke saw the humorless expression on Tobias's face that his friend knew he was very serious. Tobias told Zeke that he was going to call her sometime during the evening after he came home from work. Just before he called Tris, Tobias had called Zeke telling him that he was going to call her ex. Tobias had no idea on what to say if Tris had actually picked up.
"Just relax, and act n0rmal." Zeke had told his friend.
"Normal? You want me to act normal?" He pronounced the word as it was foreign to his tounge.
She picks up on the fourth ring. "Hello?" It's so nice to hear her voice again.
"Hey, Tris. It's me?"
"Tobias? What are you-? Oh, uhm...hi. I guess." Her voice sounds so silky smooth and soft.
"Are you free this Friday? Do you want to grab a cup of coffee or something?" He never forgot her number. He didn't really forget much about her, really.
"Uhm, uh...sure. Six o'clock? I'll meet you at Copenhagen's, kay?"
"Yes! I mean, I'll see you. Bye, Tris." Love you.
"Bye."
"You are really pathetic. I wish you luck. Don't come all crying and sad if she turns you down." Tobias could practically feel Zeke roll his eyes from the other line.
"Fine, just. I'll be quiet and listen."
He wishes she knows much he feels for her. How he never forgot about her. He wishes he kept that promise he made when she came home drunk. He wishes a lot of things, but never thought that maybe he would have another chance.
A second chance.
He smiles a little too wide and slips his phone in his back pocket.
{I know it was long.}
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