Chapter 2

So, I never said they were in love or anything... This little two-shot isn't meant to be realistic or anything... I mean I'm sure that something like this has happened in real life before, but... you know... I enjoy writing cute little things like this. It's just supposed be cute and fluffy to help you forget that Tris dies in the end of Allegiant. That's all(: just wanna bring out the feeeelssss.

Part 2/2

When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked

When you waltz around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste

And your knee socks…

When Tris woke up the next morning, she wasn't surprised at where she had woken and what she saw when she did so.

She only had ever had two one-night stands, and with Tobias, that made three. Both of the other times though, she would slip away just after dawn. She would wake and remember everything, because even though she'd get tipsy or drunk, she'd still remember everything that went down. She would awaken, freaking out and flustered. And when she discovered they'd called later in the day, she'd block them. And when they'd call again, she'd know who was calling even when the number was blocked. Though, with Tobias she didn't have a drop of alcohol the night before, and neither did he.

She kind of smiled when she realized who she was sleeping next to, even though she didn't want to admit it. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back to sleep, and she felt him pull her closer. She faintly noticed that about ten minutes later Tobias got up. She could hardly comprehend it though.

But when she finally was up, she put on Tobias's sky blue Lacoste and her black knee socks, both from the previous night. Tris made her way to the kitchen. She saw Tobias making pancakes in no shirt and pajama pants, and she never smiled wider.

She walked farther into the kitchen and stood a foot or two away from Tobias, somewhat wishing she was closer.

"Good morning, sunshine. I hope you like pancakes."

"Pancakes," she said with a smile. It'd been so long since she could do something childish like make pancakes. She didn't have time to feel like a child anymore; always working. "I love them."

"Would you like some coffee?"

She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, an old habit of hers. "Coffee would be great."

"How do you like it?" he asked.

"Just black."

He gave her a curious look. "Weirdo."

She laughed. "Just remember that you're the one who got laid by the weirdo."

He smirked at her, then flipped a pancake. "I suppose you're right."

There was silence until he said this:

"You look good in that shirt. You should wear it more often." And then a wink.

This made Tris blush. "Hm. What a tempting offer. Do you always treat your one-night stand girls this well?"

Tobias shrugged. "No. Never have I made pancakes or coffee for someone where I don't think the relationship will go anywhere."

Her eyebrows rose. "You want to be in an actual relationship?" she asked.

He shrugged, surprisingly calm. It wasn't just for show. He was completely calm. "I mean, whatever you want. Honestly, I was hoping this breakfast would woo you."

She chuckled. "It most certainly has. But you don't even know anything about me. What I do for a living, how I spend my extra time…"

"Well then tell me, Tris. Tell me what you do for a living and how you spend your extra time," he said, handing her the straight black coffee.

"I'm an editor for McElderry Books. I spend my free time doing nothing, because I rarely have any of it," she explained. "But I like spending time like this."

He smiled. "Do you often spend your time like this?"

She shook her head. "Not since I was 21… How about yourself?"

"Not since last week," he said, putting a pancake on a plate.

Tris's eyebrows rose.

"Kidding," he said, laughing. "Not since my senior year of high school. And I've only had two semi-serious relationships since then where neither of which have even made me half so happy as I am right now."

Tris smiled. "Is that so?"

"I suppose that it is so."

You and me could have been a team

Each had a half of a king and queen seat

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

You could be my baby

"But still," she said, "you don't know my favorite movie or my favorite song or my favorite color or—"

"So let me guess. Mean Streets, 'Johnny Boy,' and black."

She was silent. Then, "Green, actually. How'd you know the first two though?"

"You mentioned last night that you like old movies and Twenty-One Pilots. And that band has a song on their first album called 'Johnny Boy,' and in the 1973 movie Mean Streets, the star's name, Robert De Niro, is Johnny Boy. So I made inferences."

"Wow. You sure do your research," she laughs.

He shook his head as he chuckled. "No. I just really like that movie and that band."

"Well then I guess Christina was right. We are perfect for each other."

Tobias smirked, then stacked four pancakes on top of each other. "Butter and syrup?"

"That would be wonderful," she said with a small smile. "Thank you."

"So," he said as he sat down next to her at the table, "you like music, old movies, and reading. You're kind, smart, and witty. Could you be any more perfect for me?"

She shoved a bite of a pancake in her mouth. "Fantastic question," she said just after she swallowed. "What do you say we answer that question tomorrow at Rosie's Diner tomorrow at around, oh, I don't know, eight o'clock?"

He smirked as he stirred his coffee. "Prior, are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yes," she said bluntly. "I am."

"I'll add outgoing to that list while I'm at it."

She smiled, then ate the last of her pancakes. "Very good. Thank you. But I'm afraid I must be getting to work."

So they walked into the room together, and Tris picked up her sweater, bra, shorts, and shoes. She put on her bra and sweater, but that was as far as she got. Tobias stood behind her, kissing her neck, sliding his hands up her sweater. Tris dropped the shoes and shorts, turned around, and kissed him on the lips. Her hands went to his jaw and his rested on her waist. They began to walk in sync, then they fell on the bed.

That was when Tris slid out of his grasp, then put on her shorts.

"I have to get to work, Tobias," she chuckled as she buttoned up her shorts.

She put on her shoes and began to walk out the bedroom.

"Hey," Tobias said, following Tris to the door, "don't I get a goodbye kiss? I mean, I flirted with you pretty well, I made you pancakes…"

"I think that was a pretty good goodbye kiss, Tobias," she said, hand on the doorknob. Tris faced him, her back leaning against the door.

"How about another one?" he asked. "Just onnnnne more." Then he kissed her, pressing her against the door. Tris walked the opposite direction of the door, opened it, and walked out.

Tobias shook his head, and then he fully closed the door, wishing she would stay there, waltzing around his house wearing his sky blue Lacoste, and, best of all, in those knee socks.

Well you cured my January blues

Yeah you made it all alright

I got a feeling I might have lit the very fuse

That you were trying not to light