Chapter 4

Tris POV:

The plane lands and I get off. Peter accompanies me to the baggage check and I immediately spot my grey suitcase. Seeing my grey suitcase brings back memories. Memories of when I was new to Chicago. Memories of my Freshman year. And it doesn't stop there. The memories of Freshman year bring back memories of him. Memories that make me want to both smile and burst into tears.

"Tris? Tris!" Peter says. I snap back into focus. Why do I tune people out? I need to stop that. Reality is finally going to become better than my memories.

"Sorry, Peter. Sometimes I just tune things out. I don't know why, I just do." I explain. The last part's a lie, I know why. It's because I miss him. I miss him so much I hate him. Then I stop missing him.

Peter and I walk and talk for a while. He's so funny and smart and handsome. He's so perfect. All of the sudden I lean in and kiss him. I just never stop surprising myself, do I? I pull out of the kiss,

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess it's just that you're so nice and handsome and funny and smart and... perfect." I say looking into his eyes. His eyes are gazing right back into mine.

"I guess you feel like you made an idiot of yourself?" I nod. "Well, then I'll make one too." He says. He leans down and kisses me. I kiss back with no hesitation.

When the kiss finally ends I just look at him.

"Can I say something crazy?" Peter asks. I chuckle, getting the reference.

"I love crazy." I say. This is actually true. Every date I went on with him was wild and crazy and fun and...Why does everything trace back to him?! No! He's gone from my life, and I never want him back in it!

"Well, Tris, I think I may have just fallen in love over the course of a plane ride." He says. I chuckle.

"Who's the lucky girl?" I ask playfully. He goes along with it.

"Well, she has beautiful blonde hair, stunning blue-grey eyes, and an amazing personality that I could take days to explain and still not capture all of it." He says. I blush at the compliments.

"I've also fallen in love, Peter." I say.

"Really? With who?" He asks raising an eyebrow. He looks so cute, with a smirk on his face and one raised eyebrow. Just like he did.

"Well, he has the most amazing bright green eyes, he has shiny black hair that I always want to run my hands through, and he has the most amazingly perfect personality ever. He's also a great kisser." I say. He smirks.

"Tris, will you go out on a date with me?" Peter asks. "I would say your full name but I don't know it." He knew it. Stop it! Don't think about him!

"I would love to. And by the way, my full name is Beatrice Primrose Prior." I respond. I flash him a smile.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot someone holding up a card that has my name on it. It's held by a man with brown and greying hair. I say goodbye to Peter and walk over to him.

"Hello." I say.

"You must be Beatrice." He says. I nod. I would tell him that my name is Tris but only my friends call me that, and something about this man isn't friendly.

- One Car Ride Later -

We sat in an awkward silence throughout the whole car ride. Something about him just makes me mad. I don't know why, but it just does. I quickly thanked him, gave him the money I owed, and grabbed my stuff before rushing off.

I spot a girl who looks to be a little older than me. She seems to be helping directing students to their dorms. I go up to her. She looks strangely familiar, with her blonde hair and light green eyes.

"Hello, I'm Beatrice but my friends call me Tris." I say. She gives me a friendly smile.

"I'm Cara. Do you need help with something?" She asks kindly.

"Um, yes, actually. Could you please tell me where my dorm is and who I'm dorming with?" I ask. She nods.

"You are Beatrice Prior, correct?" I nod. "You are in dorm 677 with Marlene Lyle, Opal Zimmen, and Christina Kravitz." She tells me. I thank her and then walk off in search of my dorm.

- Time Skip -

I collapse on my bed. I am extremely tired from traveling, unpacking, and then finding my dorm.

I drift off to sleep.

I see Peter standing in front of me. I go up to him and give him a kiss. We kiss until we need air. Suddenly, I see a different pair of eyes. Not a green pair or blue-grey pair, but a dark blue pair. I start to panic.

Peter notices my panic and punches him in the face. Uh oh, I know that he is much stronger than Peter. This isn't good. He punches Peter in the jaw. Peter collapses on the ground and he starts kicking Peter. I try to go and help but find myself stuck to a chair. When did this chair get here?

I start screaming. He knocks Peter unconscious. He then walks towards me. He kisses me and for a second all is right. Then I remember who is kissing me. I punch him in the face. This is the last thing that happens before everything fades to blackness.

I pop up suddenly, scaring the two other occupants of the room. I take in my setting: a messy room with a familiar face and a new face as well.

"Trissy!" Christina squeals before launching herself onto me. I laugh. I then notice that I'm struggling to take in breath. I try to escape the clutches of Christina and suddenly, she is lifted off of me. I sigh in relief. I then notice that my new roommate is the one holding her.

"Hello." She says.

"Hey. I'm Tris." I respond. I extend my hand. Might as well become friends with my roommates.

"I'm Opal, but you can call me Oz." She says extending her hand. (AN: Shut up and stop judging me. This is my fanfic, I'm allowed to do what I want. Also, I just chose a random name that had Oz as her initials btw.)

"Cool. I'm Christina." Christina says. Oz sighs.

"I know. You've already announced that fifteen times in the past hour I've been here." Oz says. She then turns to me with pleading eyes. "Please tell me she's just hopped up on sugar!" She whispers loudly, obviously wanting Chrissy to hear. I laugh and shake my head.

"No, she's always like this." I say, giggling. She sighs dramatically.

"Figures. I would never be lucky enough to get nice, easy to live with roommates. It makes sense that I got stuck with you!" She says very loudly. I start cracking up while Christina starts telling her off. Obviously Christina is not the best with sarcasm.

The door opens. We all look at the door, including Christina who was mid rant. Another familiar face is at the door. Christina goes running up to Marlene and hugs her. Oz also runs up to Marlene yelling "Hello random stranger! I've been missing you! Please tell me you know how to calm that down!" I think I like her.

Marlene pulls Christina off of her and stares at Oz in bewilderment. She then looks at me with confusion etched into her facial features. She then looks back to Oz. She does this multiple times until Oz gets off her. Marlene sighs in, what I'm assuming was, relief.

"Hello! I'm Oz! And who are you, random stranger that I just hugged?" She asks.

"I'm Marlene." Marlene says slowly. Oz hugs her again.

"Great. I think we'll be a great dorm family. Well, some of us will." Oz says. A split second after that Christina launches herself onto Oz. I watch in fascination as Christina scratches, punches, kicks, and bites Oz repeatedly but Oz makes no move to protect herself. Christina seems to notice this too and stop s attacking her.

"Why didn't you fight back?" Chrissy asks. She sounds so disappointed. It makes me want to laugh and cuddle her like she's a wounded child.

"Because you seem nice enough and I wouldn't want to lose a friend because I hurt them." Oz explains. Christina seems happy to be deemed one of Oz's friends.

"Now, let's take a picture of us together! We can hang this up and it will be our dorm family picture!" Oz exclaims brightly. We all agree in some way. Oz whips out a camera and we take a picture. I look at the picture and realize just how much I lucked out.

Yes, I did indeed just insert myself into one of my fanfics. You can hate, watch as I ignore you.

Okay BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: I am going to Europe tomorrow. I am updating all my stories to make up for the fact that I'll be gone from fanfiction for a week. I hope all of you know how much I'll miss you.

70 reviews please! Wow, this is only the fourth chapter guys. The fourth chapter and I'm asking for 70 reviews. I think this is the best I've ever done a story. This really shows how many people like Cliché and are enjoying Typical so far. I love all of you and want you all to know that, so far, there has been 84,764 views to Cliché. Wow. Just, wow. I never knew that I had enough talent to even get 100 views. In fact, I remember when I was first starting out on fanfiction and I had my really sucky THG fanfiction up I would celebrate if I got 20 views. Look how far I've come. By the way, I wasn't trying to brag, I was just trying to thank all of you.

Farewell.