Chapter Five: Blue eyes Crying' In the Rain.

SONG: Kiss you when it's dangerous by eight seconds: The thrill of forbidden love. Rain.

Ron's POV Party at the London flat. 9:15

Tristan looks beautiful tonight. Her hair is a dark curly halo around her face, and she's poured herself into a bright red cocktail dress. Needless to say, I can't wait for the guests to pour out so I can----

"RON!"

My thoughts were interrupted when I fell over (right foot on blue) in a game of Twister, subsequently causing a domino affect on Harry, Luna, and Neville. Lori had disappeared, and because she was in a dress, Tris had opted not to play. (Rats!)

"Why don't you try to go find Lori. She's probably not comfterble with all these people she barely knows." I suggested to Tris when she came over to steal a kiss.

"Alright. I've got to go get more snacks, anyway."

Tristan's POV. kitchen.

I'd picked up a tray of homemade cheese puffs when I heard it. It was a small squeak, like Chuck Taylors rubbing against linoleum the wrong way. I knew who's Chucks they were, because they made that noise about a billion times over the course of a work day.

"Lor? Where are you?"

I heard more shuffling, and she emerged from the other side of the fridge.

"Why are you hiding?"

"I don't know, Tris. I just...I can't stop thinking about New York, you know? I can't just keep pretending like it never happened!"

"Lori, I know. But those were confusing times for me, and at the time me and Ron were going through some tough shit. I'm sorry you have to be the one to get hurt in this situation, but I love Ron. I want to spend the rest of my life with him and have little ginger babies with--"

All of a sudden, she leaned forward and kissed me. And the worst part was...

I kissed her back...

And then I dropped the cheese puffs...

Ran through the living room

and out into the night like some sort of shitty movie ending.

Ron's POV.

I had my head down, picking up the twister mat when I heard Luna yell. Actually, it was more of a squeak, or a high pitched squeal. A rush of cold air, and a slam of the door, and I was still in the dark, until Harry blurted out: "What the hell's the matter with her?"

"Who?" I asked confused.

"Tris."

I surveyed my surroundings. Luna was on the floor, presumably Tristan had knocked her over. Neville had stopped chewing one of the last remaining cheese puffs (the only thing I really know how to make ) and had his mouth hanging there stupidly. Harry was just staring at me, waiting on me to do something.

So I did. I walked to the kitchen, and there I found one of the most confusing scenes I had ever...well...seen. Lori was wide eyed, and gaping, tears rolling down her cheeks. The other platter of cheese puffs (that I had spent an hour and a half making to get on Tris' good side) were splayed across the floor, the platter shattered everywhere.

I looked at Lori inquisitively.

She said nothing. Just hung her head and started sobbing more.

"Where did she go?" I practically screamed at her.

She made a muffled sound that I could barely identify as an "I dunno".

This time it was my turn to run from the kitchen, and out of the flat.

I passed my guests who were all a little rattled and confused by the events transpiring before them, but right now I don't have the time to stop and explain. Mostly because I myself have no idea what the hell is going on.

I ran out onto the busy London sidewalks turning and scanning for her face, and turning some more until I thought I was going to throw up. But I didn't see her. I sat down on the curb and thought long and hard about where she might be. A taxi passed me and kicked up a lot of rain from the gutter, completely soaking me.

Just then, soft music started, triggering a memory. The roof!

I ran (slipping) up all 12 flights of stairs to the rooftop, and low and behold, there was my Tris sitting on a bench next to Mrs. Wanamaker's herb garden. She had her head in her hands and her hair had gone flat. I approached her slowly.

"Tris?" I tested the waters.

"What." Her voice was flat and full of pain.

"You okay?"

Sniffle.

"Come inside, okay baby? You're going to catch a cold out here."

She stood slowly, and let me wrap her in my coat and walk her inside.

"Sorry you guys." was all I could muster, ushering my confused guests out the door. When I came back, Lori had already gone, so I had no hopes of asking her what the hell happened.

"Call me later." Harry whispered before he left. I shut the door behind him, and turned to the couch where Tris was bent over her knees crying.

"Now what the hell was all that about!?!?!"