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Tobias' POV

Steamy dreams suck. I can never see where I'm going and it's always trippy. Take a few minutes ago for an example. I was walking through some thick fog and next thing you know I tripped and fell right in between Tris' breasts. I quickly got up and keep trying to apologize, but all she did was lead me behind a big oak tree with a smile. Right when she opened her mouth, she starts to sing Hey Jude, but her lips or tongue aren't moving. I frown and try to shake her, but she melts between my fingers. Then I sat up in bet, looking towards my right and finding my phone blasting Hey Jude. I pick up the phone and answer, knowing that it's Tris, since she's the only contact who's ringtone I've personalized.

"Hello? Tris?" I ask with a crease between my eyebrows, knowing that Tris rarely calls me at night. I look at the clock. 4:03 A.M.I hear her breath increase then calm down. My heart picks up.

"Tobias?" She sounds like she's trying with all her might to not cry. My chest had 100 30 pound dumbbells. "Hey, can you come over? No- never mind. I'm sorry I called. Just stay there, forget this whole thing, please." She chokes on a sob at the end. I start to put on my pants and a sweatshirt, also packing a hoodie for Tris.

"Tris, calm down. Breathe deeply and hold it. I'll be there real soon. Okay? I'll keep talking to you while I'm driving. Okay? Hey, listen to me. Listen to me talk? You want me to bring you some Oreo's? OR some brownies? I have some brownies here, I'll take them." I start to ramble, but not quickly since that will cause her to try to cry quicker. Right before I leave the house, I check on Marcus, seeing if he's fully asleep. He's belly-down on his bed, his glasses on the nightstand. Right before I leave, I make sure to have Oreo's, nutella, and my brownies that Tris helped me make. I keep talking to her while I'm driving. She's calmed down a bit, but she's still close to crying. Right when I park the car, I jog to the treehouse that we built, with the help of her dad, next to her window. I climb it and knock twice then four times on the window with a smile. Our secret code. She opens the window with watery eyes and embraces me. I hug her back tightly. She sniffles with her congested nose.

"I'm so glad I have you." She says with a thick voice. I let her go and sit criss-crossed applesauce on the floor and spread out the food. She sits across from me, one inch between each of our knees. She opens the Oreo's and dips it in the nutella. I put my hand on her face and wipe her salty tears with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

"What was it this time?" I ask her softly and grab her left forearm, the one that isn't dipping it's finger in the nutella. She closes her eyes and breaths out deeply.

"I don't even know. I've tried the breathing exercises and everything, but nothing can get rid of these stupid panic attacks. I feel like I'm going insane. I feel like nobody except me gets these. " She chokes back a sob and I bring her into my lap, her knees against my stomach and her face pressed up against my ribs. I rub her lower back and put my forehead on top of her head. I start to sing to her, even though my voice is nowhere near good.

"Carry on my wayward son. They'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more." I sing as I play with her hair, putting it up in a bun while she looks down at her fingers twisting against each other. I skip a couple lines to get to our favorite part of our song. "Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man. Though my mind could think I still was a mad man. I hear the voices when I'm dreaming, I can hear them say." I smile a bit and lift her chin so her eyes meet mine. I kiss her forehead and lead her to her bed, where I lay near the wall and she lays with our fronts facing each other.

"What would I do without you, Tobias?" She puts a hand on my chest and quickly falls asleep, while I hold her hand, twining our fingers, long and slender, together.

I kiss the back of her hand and say, "Don't worry about that, because I'll always be here for you." But she's too far away from me to understand my words.

(Morning)

Right before I get up, I put the hoodie that I got for her next to her head since she always says that I smell good. I go to the bathroom and get my gray toothbrush which is right next to her blue one. It's not like I've never slept over her house. When I get out of the bathroom, I see that she's rubbing sleep and puffiness from her eyes while taking out the ponytail in her hair. I walk up to her and put my hand out for the ponytail. I gives it and turns around so her back is facing me. I smile.

" I need you to stand up, you're too short." I say.

She grumbles, "Well maybe you're too tall," before standing up. We walk downstairs after she's changed and gotten ready for the day.

"Oh crap. I forgot to do the dishes last night." She mumbles and glares at the dishes that are filled with crumbs and water.

"I'll help." I say while walking to the sink for a towel. She touches my elbow as in a thank you and starts on the dishes. Right when she's done washing one, she gives it to me so I can dry them. But me being the dumb idiot that I am, forgot that I'm a butterfingers. Right after I put up the sixth dish, I grab the one she's holding out for me and my mind goes blank. Next thing I know, the plate is in pieces in between my feet. I throw my head back and groan while Beatrice laughs at me dragging myself to get the broom. When we're done with the kitchen, we go to the couch, her sitting up and me laying down, my head next to her thigh and one knee bent. I look up at her and touch the tip of her nose, she looks at me with a small smile. I smile back and ask her is she still wants to go to the Disney movie marathon which is to day at Zeke's house. She shrugs and says she hasn't seen Aristocats in a while. I grab her forearm and kiss her wrist, where she's drawn a treble clef. She smiles at me and runs her hand through my hair.

"I'm so grateful to have you in my life, Tobias. Who else is gonna bring me brownies in the middle of the night." She looks a bit dazed when she says that last sentence, but the look is gone when she looks at me with blissfulness. I close my eyes and let her left hand play with my hair while I rest her right hand in the middle of my ribs.