"I wish I could be there."
I was talking with Tobias again... the last night as a 16 year old.
"I wish you could be there too... it'll be very fun." I said sadly.
"I''ll be there in spirit, you know." Tobias said, and winced as yet another scar became visible on his body. "They're hurting me again." He frowned, trying to hide his pain.
I looked at his newest wound... near his elbow. Ouch. "You need to get out of there!"
"Like I said, I'm in a coffin. As soon as I wake up, they taunt me before putting me back to sleep."
"Makes you sound like a dog." I observed, holding his injured arm. I put my hand on my pocket before remembering something: objects on't transfer in dreams like this. Dammit.
But the more I thought about it, the more I could feel bandages in my pocket... an then I pulled them out. Tobias's eyes widened as I applied various bandages around his back and arms and such places.
"But objects don't transfer!" He whined.
Suddenly I realized what was happening... I put the pieces of the puzzle together and realized something. Tori had said something about Divergents, years ago when I started junior high. She had never fully explained, but I was sure that I knew at least part of what she was going to say. "Tobias... I'm a Divergent."
He looked at me. "I figured. I mean, only Divergents would be capable of twisting their dreams to dreams abut their favorite guy." He smirked. I grinned, but let my grin fall when I thought of his absence. "I miss you, Tobias."
He smiled at me and pulled me in for a hug, which turned into a kiss. The kiss wasn't from Peter (a fake kiss), but the kiss of an awesome guy. Even though he could be anywhere, he was mine.
As I rested my head on his chest, I felt myself being pulled away. I gave him one last kiss before he disappeared from my sight - and Christina was all I saw.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Everyone shouted it as Bianca and I came out of the kitchen. I felt a pang in my chest because Tobias wasn't there - he should have been there, he really should have. I began to tear up, but I wiped it away and partied.
"THE BIRTHDAY GIRLS NEED TO SING!" Zeke shouted. I immediately glared at him.
"Zeke, you know I can't sing!" I protested. But the gang pushed us up to the stage. Bianca thought for a moment, then took the mic and began to sing Bulletproof.
When she was done, I sang Lips are Moving by Megan Trainor. To my complete surprise, I had everyone on their feet, dancing. Then I saw my mom at the party. "Hey... honey, could you get my purse from the car? thanks..." She handed my the keys to her beige Lexus.
I passed the room in Bianca's house and saw a man working on a computer. I peeked in. "Hello, sir."
"Hi, I'm Bianca's dad!" He said, shooting up and offering me a hand. I shook it. "You must be Tris, Bianca's told me a lot about you! Happy birthday! What are you doing so far from the attention and social activity?"
"I'm getting mom's purse from her car." I answered. "It's a beige Lexus."
"Well, have fun!" He sighed. "Enjoy your youth while you have it." He went back to his computer, and I went to the parking lot where mom had parked.