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Song: "Perfectly Perfect" by Simple Plan ( youtubedotcomslash + watch?v=Mwqrli3I1VU )
"Hey, Four," Tori greets me as I enter the Tattoo Parlor. She is sitting at her station, one knee bent so she can place her sketchbook on her it. Her hands and eyes never leave her drawing.
"Hey," I answer, my eyes scanning the place.
You might not think you're a supermodel
But you look like one to me
"She went to the back to get more needles. She will be right back," Tori knows exactly what I'm looking for. As she finishes her sentence, a door in the back opens and Tris comes with a package. She smiles when she sees me and I can't help my own lips curling.
I'd rather have your picture on my phone than on the cover of a magazine
Tris' tight jeans and tight tank top define her silhouette very well, the black in both contrasting with her pale skin. Her blond hair falls in waves from her head to her waist. Her beautiful blue-greyed eyes pop naturally, but is applies black make up, I can't stop looking. They shine when she looks at me and I know mine own eyes shine when I look at her too. Her smile is gentle, happy.
It's hard to think that a girl like you
Could have any insecurities
I take long strides toward her as she comes walking normally to me. When I reach arm's length to her, I embrace her tiny waist and kiss her forehead.
"Hey," I say.
"Hey," she says as her arms snake around my neck.
My fingers brush a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, resting lastly on her neck. Her hands fall to my chest.
"Max wants to talk to us. About the fights and the matches we set. He wants to make sure we didn't act like Eric," I tell her.
"Okay," she nods and looks behind my shoulder, "Tori, can you hold on till I get back?"
Tori looks around the tattoo parlor with a serious expression. "I think I can manage," she smiles, winks at us. Tori goes back to her drawing while Tris and I move to the door.
"Bye," Tris and I say at the same time.
"See you later!" Again, Tori's eyes and hands never leave her drawing.
It's funny how all the things you would change are all things that are cute to me
And I know you don't believe me
My fingers lace hers as we walk to the Pit. I look at her in time to see Tris' cheeks blush.
"Hey, Four," Jasmine and Amelia, two initiates, say as they walk past us, blinking too many times. Their eyes skim Tris up and down, "Six." They both have long dark hair and dark eyes. Two Candor smart-mouths.
Tris glares at them. "Amelia, Jasmine." She doesn't like them and, to be honest, neither do I.
"You're not going to say "hi" to us, Four?" Amelia asks, not even bothering to look at Tris.
"Not really." I say harshly, quietly. I know I talk differently to the initiates, but Tris takes it to another level. She says this is my instructor voice. I find it quite funny.
We just continue walking.
And you think that I'm a fool
But I don't care
"I can't believe they are together," I hear one of the girls say.
Earlier today, the initiates discovered our relationship. So I guess it's normal they are surprised.
"I know, right? She's a child. Why is he even with her?"
Maybe
You'll never see in you what I see
The little things you do that make me go crazy
That was not the reason I thought they would be surprised. We never showed affection towards each other and never showed we cared about them. Then they found out that their instructors are dating.
I look at Tris and see that she has her jaw tense and her lips clenched.
She heard them too.
"I don't know," I hear them sigh, "But now we know how she got first in her initiation class."
Before I can turn and say they are wrong, Tris lets go of my hand and walks to them. Her steps are certain and she holds her head high, but the punch she displays in Amelia's face is on f the most certain things I ever saw in my life. Amelia falls to the ground, holding her jaw.
Jasmine doesn't have time to run before Tris punches her as well, sending the initiate to the ground as well.
Tris stands in front of them, her shoulders wide and her muscles tense.
I'm not crazy
You're perfectly perfect
That's my girl.
"Listen to me: I owned my rank in initiation. I worked hard, something you two should try, instead of flirting with your instructor in hopes of a better rank."
And just like that, she walks away.
"Tris," I say as I jog after her, leaving the two initiates laying on the ground. "Tris."
She doesn't stop walking, but she slows down.
You brush it off every time I tell you
Your smile lights up the room
I grab her hand and lead her back to our apartment. I fish my pocket for the key and unlock the door, holding it open for her. She enters and I follow right behind her, kicking the door shut.
"C'mere" I say while wrapping my arms around her small frame. I rub her back carefully, my other hand holds her head in my chest. She's not tall enough to reach my shoulders.
And I'm guessing that you don't even notice
The whole world notices you
"You know the truth. You know you did it. You know you ranked first because you're a Dauntless prodigy." I say, almost sternly. Her thin arms snake around my waist, curling her fingers in my belt loops.
"I know," she sighs. "But you pushed me more. You made me better."
You think you're clumsy, I think you're cool
You say you're typical, but I think you rule
"You still did it on your own. I told you to use your elbows and knees to fight better, yes. But I also told Myra that. And I told Will to be agile," I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of the shampoo. Something sweet, probably a fruit. "You fought Myra on your own, and you won. You fought Molly on your own, and you won. You hold the record time in a fear simulation. And let me remind you, it was the first fear simulation you had in your life."
She doesn't speak, so I continue.
Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever believe
That I wrote this song for you
"Because of you, we won the paintball game. You found their flag. You have the second lowest number of fears in the history of Dauntless. You are a Dauntless prodigy. And I love you."
Maybe you'll never see in you what I see
The little things you do that make me go crazy
She sniffs. I pull away and notice the tears that run down her face.
Crap. What did I say? I feel my eyebrows furrowing as I think why she's crying. I replay what I said, trying to find something that would be a sore subject for her, but I can't find one. I was careful to leave her fight with Peter and the fight between Will and Al out. Peter's never a good memory. Al was her untrustworthy friend, who won the fight against Will.
I run my thumbs over her cheeks, getting rid of the salty water. But those are soon replaced by fresh ones.
"Tris, I'm-"
"That was beautiful," she chokes.
I laugh and hug her again. "It was all true."
I'm not crazy
You're perfectly perfect
Tris pulls away for a second, only enough for our eyes to connect to each other. She curls one hand on the back of my neck and pulls my lips to hers.
Her arms go around my neck. She's standing on her tiptoes, but I still need to bend down in order to kiss her. So I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my torso.
I walk to the kitchen and place her on top of the counter.
"What about," she tries to say, but I'm too busy kissing her. I feel her lips turn into a smile and I can't contain my on lips from curling.
I give her one more peck and pull away.
"What about," she tries again, catching her breath.
"You are out of shape, initiate," I joke.
"Really?" she cocks an eyebrow, "Because I can hear you panting, too."
"I think we should train more, then. We can help each other, you know. Training in group is usually more active," I smirk and she chuckles.
"You just want an excuse to spend more time with me," she playfully hits my arm.
"Maybe I do," I lean to kiss her again, but she places her forefinger on my lips.
Her expression suddenly becomes serious.
"What about the other things they said?"
"Who said?" she doesn't look at me. "The initiates?"
She nods.
Someday, you're gonna see you're beautiful this way
And that you're always gonna make me go crazy
My hands touch her jaw, my fingertips on her neck and cheeks. I gently lead her head up and stare at those beautiful blue-grey eyes.
I'm not crazy
You're perfectly perfect to me
"Tris, you are beautiful. Don't listen to them, not even for a second."
"I am short, and I look like a child," she sighs. "And you are a God," I barely hear her whisper.
Her small hand runs down my chest.
You don't have to try
Change a single thing
"And there are so many other girls in Dauntless. Other, prettier. Maybe that's your Abnegation side taking over, making you content yourself with little."
I shake my head frantically.
'Cause just the way you are is sweeter than anything
Maybe I'm a fool but it's always been you
'Cause no one ever makes me smile the way you do
"I don't care for any of that. That theory is absurd. You are strong, Dauntless. You have those mesmerizing, insistent, stern eyes. I constantly get lost in them. You're brave, selfless and intelligent. You also have your moments of kindness and you're true to me. I trust you. Other girls? Other girls aren't you. And I love you, Tris. It's always been you. You make me feel like never before, a good feeling." My words come quickly.
Maybe
You'll never see in you what I see
The little things you do that make me go crazy
I can't stop, I can't let her think she's less than others. She is better than other, by far.
I'm not crazy
You're perfectly perfect
She is beautiful, inside and out, and she should know. I need her to see it.
You're perfectly perfect to me
"You're perfect." I touch my forehead to mine.
"No, that's not true. I'm average."
"Fine, then," I sigh. But then I smile at her, "You're perfectly perfect to me."
She smiles and I lost track of time.
"We need to go see Max," she says. I completely forgot about him.
"And later we can get some food. It's almost dinner time, after all."
"And later we can get some food. It's almost dinner time, after all."
"Sounds good to me."
She doesn't truly need assistance, but I grab her waist and help her down the counter anyway.
We exit the apartment and head to dinner, our fingers intertwined the whole time. And my Tris more sure of herself, and of us.
She has a true smile on her face and that's all that matters to me.
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