Chapter 11: Paris

It's Sunday morning. Rain is falling. How ironic.

I'm strolling through the woods. I get to my clearing and sit down of log. It's been a while since I've visited you, clearing. I love you. Don't you forget that. Ever.

I sprawl out on a log and just lay there. I just lay there and don't move for what feels like a long time. I let the rain hit my body and feel it drip off my skin. I hear the litter patter of rain hitting other things. This calm feeling that the rain creates is why I love it.

I think I fall asleep. I don't really know. I just stay there, in the rain, on a log in my clearing. I stay just like that until I feel another presence. I look up story the person. I already knew who it was, just by the way their presence feels.

"Hello, Tris."

"Hey, Four."

We don't talk other than that. He just comes and sits next to me. We sit in the rain for a long time. Eventually I start to shiver a little. Then a little more. Soon I'm flat out shaking. Four notices (then again, it'd be hard not to) and lays a blanket on me. I look at him strangely.

"Why do you have a blanket?" I ask, feeling the warmth return to my body.

"I figured of we were going to sit in the rain it would be a good idea." I accept this reply, even though there are holes in it, such as: How did he know where I was going today?; Why did he come along?

"Four, why'd you come with me?" I ask. He's probably soaked and, unlike me, doesn't like the rain.

"Because that's what friends do." he says.

- Time Skip -

It's Tuesday evening. Christina was going to come over but then she got herself grounded. How? I have no clue, but you should never underestimate Christina.

So now I sitting alone in my room and answering questions for Cupid. Why is it that lately answering these questions seem harder? Maybe I'm just tired. Even if I am tired, I'm not tired enough to sleep.

I decide to turn on music. I put on my headphones and hit shuffle on my iPod. Skinny Love by Birdy comes on. I love this song. She has such a beautiful voice and the piano is just gorgeous. It's also so beautifully sad.

I sit in my room alone and listening to Skinny Love. God, now I feel really depressed. Okay, listening to music wasn't such a great idea.

Suddenly my mom bursts in through the door. I quickly shut my laptop.

"Beatrice Elizabeth Prior! Go hang out with your friends! You're going to drive yourself crazy by staying locked up in your room all day!" my mom says. My mom is usually quiet and polite, but when she's mad she gets loud.

"But Christina's grounded!" I whine.

"Then call Will."

"But Will's at his nerd tournament!"

"Too bad. You are being kicked out of this house! I am sick of you sitting in your room all day and doing nothing. I don't care what you do but the earliest you can be back by is 10:00!" my mom shouts. She then points out of my room. I sigh. Farewell room.

- Page Break -

I'm sitting outside. I'm sitting in a park. I'm sitting on a bench. I'm incredibly bored. Why must parks be so boring?

I look at all the people around me yet again. There is the family with two dads and a little girl. They remind me of Michel, Kam, and Lily from Modern Family.

There is the couple that are hiding behind the trees. They seem to be in college. I wonder why they're back there? Okay, realization just hit me, looking away.

There is the girl on her phone. She's sitting alone at a picnic table. She looks like she's around my age. I guess maybe I could try to be social. Fine.

I walk up to her. She doesn't even look up from her phone. I sit down next to her. She's doesn't acknowledge me. Well then. I look at her phone. She's on a page that has lots of hearts. It seems very familiar. I think it's a blog. I read the title of the blog. C-U-P-I-D. Cupid. Oh. That makes sense.

"Hello." I say. She finally notices me.

"Hi."

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Reading this blog thing."

"What's it about?" I ask. I like playing dumb about Cupid. It's so much fun!

"Um, it's this girl giving out relationship advice. She calls herself Cupid." the girl answers. She has bright blue hair with white streaks.

"Oh. Is she good at it?" I ask. This is so much fun! I can already predict what she's going to say.

"Personally I think she's a bit of a poser. She's probably set up her friends once and now thinks that she's god-like. So, no." I'm shocked. I gasp. The girl raises an eyebrow.

"So, I'm just going to take a wild guess and say that you recognize her and you're now shocked because 'Cupid is so amazing! She is so cool!'. Am I right?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of? How am I only 'sort of' right?" she asks. She seems outraged.

"I see you like to be completely right all the time, huh?" I ask, smirking.

"Sort of." she says glumly

I cross my arms in triumph. She doesn't seem to like this, so she changes the subject.

"Who are you?" she asks.

"Cupid." I reply in a sarcastic tone. Hey, I can't have anyone know who Cupid is!

"No, really. I'm Par." she says. I guess that name sort of suits her.

"Who would name their kid that?" I ask.

"Not my parents. My name is actually Paris, but I hate how girly that is so I go by Par." she says.

"I like your name. I'm Beatrice, but I hate that name so I go by Tris." I state in response.

"I'm calling you Beatrice."

"Touché, Paris."

Hey guys. I was guilted into writing this chapter because someone said I wasn't updating that much. But I just started summer break so I'll probably have lots of free time to write chapters for you guys! Which is good! :)

So, yeah, hey. What's up? I got lice recently. It's gone now, but it sucked. Yeah.

210 reviews please? I know you guys can do it! I have faith in you!

QOTD: Have you ever gotten lice?

My answer: I got it recently, which was my first time having it. :(