Hey guys! Sorry, just started school and AP World History is not doing me any good right now, so I'm procrastinating and writing you guys a new chapter! Hope you like it, if you guys have any ideas, feel free to tell me about them!
Tobias' POV
I walk back upstairs with peanut butter, Caprisun, and oatmeal cookies. I knock on the door but nobody answers. I shrug and twist the knob. I see Tris covered in papers from Ms. Strike's Physics homework with her mint colored headphones in and singing off-key to Kimbra. I grin while I listen to her since her back is to me.
"Cause everyday's like talking in your- Tobias!" She sings until she sees me looking at her. She scowls and shakes her head. "I'm never gonna listen to music anymore, that's like the fourth time this month." She mumbles. I roll my eyes and shake the container, which has the oatmeal cookies in them. She looks up and squints her eyes, "Did you bring-" I drop the peanut butter on her bed and wait for her.
"Come on, you can't be mad at me forever, I'm your best friend!" She looks at me. "Next to Christina, I mean." I correct myself. She sits on the bed and I join her with a bounce, making her jump a little. She grins and opens the peanut butter. Before I even get a spoon, I hear the jingling of a tag. I look at Beatrice and she grins.
"Pluto, come here!" Tris calls for her lethargic dog, who comes tumbling in with a smile. I laugh at his eager bounce and give him half of my cookie. The white lab gleefully accepts it and stretches his long legs behind him to lay down.
"He's so fat." I comment to Tris, who frowns at me, jokingly.
"He's not fat, he just hasn't worked out in a while. Don't hate." She says while messing with his black ears.
"He's so awkward, why didn't you name him something like Napoleon? For Napoleon Dynamite?" She doesn't look at me, only at the dog who's been getting more attention from her right now than my whole life.
"Cause he's out of this world," she says while grinning, "and that's unoriginal. Kinda like you." She says and gives me a lop-sided grin. I push her and she lands on Pluto who keeps licking the peanut butter off of the roof of his mouth. I sigh and start to get up. "Where are you going? It's only 3:15." She asks.
"I was at Zeke's and told him I would walk around for a while. That was an hour ago, so Imma go hang out with them. I haven't really been able to since those AP classes haven't even let me breathe. " I say with a half smile. She nods and says she'll walk me to the door. She takes me to the door and hugs me goodbye. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
When we pull away she asks, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired and I haven't really had any sleep." She nods and smiles.
"I'll see you later, okay?" She asks while closing the door halfway.
"Yeah, see you later." I grin and walk away while hearing the door slam. I shake my head; ever since she was little, she's slammed every door she can. I smirk and start walking to Ezekiel's.
"Yo bro, where were you at?" Uriah asks from the couch, not even looking who it is. I frown a bit and slump on the couch next to Zeke, who puts his head on my lap. I ruffle his hair and turn on the TV.
"Nowhere, just at Tris'." I say, shrugging. Uriah sits up and walks to the kitchen while nudging my shoulder when he passes me.
"Ooh, your girlfriend's house?" Zeke says like a 7th grader. I push him off the couch and check on Uriah.
Walking into the kitchen, I don't see any sign of Uri, except for his phone that's blasting Kiss by Prince. I go up to turn it off, but then see a figure on the floor. I frown and move a little closer to find Uriah's mop of a hair next to my feet.
"Uriah, what are you doing on the floor?" I ask, lightly kicking his chest. He opens his eyes and starts to sing to Prince. I roll my eyes and grab the cereal box.
"Uri! Stop being weird and stop singing!" Zeke yells over Mordecai and Rigby.
"Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with, I just want your extra time and your muah muah muah muah muah Kiss!" Uriah sings, more like yells, back at Zeke.
I groan and sit on Zeke's short legs. I'm really surprised that Uri's taller since he's two years younger. I slap Zeke's knee as in to change the channel.
"Dude, no Fairly Odd Parents! You watch that all the time! Change it back to Regular show." I say, taking the controller from Zeke's hands.
Sorry it's short, but I had to update and finish my freaking 6 paged Cornell notes for AP World History! Ugh! Sorry, sorry. Thanks for reading!
~Mrs. Waters-Eaton