Chapter 7: Just Right

I walk to Tris' car because I know she will be waiting for me. We have fallen into a routine that we didn't even plan, it just happened. I like how our relationship is like that. But tonight is different.

Tonight there is a plan.

"Hi," she says as she smiles sweetly.

I do a quick look for cameras or people in our view but I see none. I pick her up and spin her around in my arms. I love holding her in my arms.

She giggles. The way she makes me feel is unlike anything I've ever experienced.

I love her and I'm going to tell her soon.

Tonight maybe.

"I'll pick you up at 5:30, okay?"

"Okay. Will I need to be dressed nicely?" she looks like she tastes something sour.

I shrug, "You'll find out later. Christina will be at the apartment in thirty minutes to help you get ready."

She gives me her puppy dog face.

"Don't pout. I want to take you somewhere really special and you'll regret showing up in jeans. I know you," I explain.

Tris sighs.

I kiss her because she's so cute. I feel all mushy inside when I'm around her and I would never admit that to Zeke or anyone, but maybe I'll tell her. I'm thinking about it.

"What's on your mind?" she asks.

"You, actually," I tell her.

She blushes. "Do you think about me often?" she asks shyly.

"Constantly," I say honestly.

I get dressed in my tux and I text Christina and Zeke to make sure everything is set up and perfect.

Tonight will be perfect.

I knock on their apartment door and Christina answers it.

"Introducing Beatrice Elizabeth Prior," she gestures toward the bathroom where I assume Tris will be entering from.

Christina clears her throat because apparently Tris wasn't on cue.

But then she walks out in a flowy silver-blue dress. It's covered in a sparkly material and it matched her eyes perfectly. Her hair is in soft curls pulled to one side. She is in sandals concealed by her dress, but I see them she walks to me steadily.

"Wow," she says to me. "You look…"

"So do you, Tris. So do you."

We say our goodbyes to Christina and we exit the apartment and head towards my car. I open the side door for her and I help her in.

"What a gentleman," she says with a smirk.

I shut her door and I wink at her through the closed window.

"Where are we going?" Tris asks as soon as I start the car.

I laugh at her impatience. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."

"Well I've always hated surprises."

"I'm hoping I can change that," I say quietly and I see her smile through the sun setting night.

It has been an hour and a half since we left the apartment and I see Tris is asleep in the passenger seat. I hate to wake her. She looks so peaceful. So beautiful.

"Tris, wake up. We're here."

She shuffles, trying to go back to sleep before her eyes flutter and she is awake. "Oh, I didn't mean to fall asleep, Tobias."

"Don't be silly. We're here now." I say gesturing out the window.

I get out and I open Tris' door. She gets out and stares at the stars and the moon on the water.

"I thought we were going somewhere fancy? Not that this isn't breathtaking." She says.

"Well I had Christina pack you extra clothes if you wanted to change, but I thought maybe we could walk around this little town first." I gesture to the barely visible line of shops down the beach.

Her eyes light up and she nods.

I take her arm and together we walk down the little brick road admiring the little beach shops. Most of them are closed but there is one on the corner that I made sure was open.

We walk into the lit up shop and I see Tris' eyes scan the walls that are covered with books. She looks like a child seeing the sun for the first time. I smile because that's how I look at her.

She turns to me and swings her arms around me. I hold her there for a while. She takes my hand and scans the shelves for a certain book.

"Which one are you looking for Sherlock?" I joke.

"A sort of poem my mother used to read to me before I fell asleep," she says clearly hearing the sarcasm in my voice but choosing to ignore it.

"Do you know what the book is called?" I ask.

"I think it was Divergent maybe," she says lost in thought.

She closes her eyes and begins, "We believe that cowardice is to blame for the world's injustices.

We believe that peace is hard-won, that sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace. But more than that: We believe that justice is more important than peace.

We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

We believe in acknowledging fear and the extent to which it rules us. We believe in facing that fear no matter what the cost to our comfort, our happiness, or even our sanity.

We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.

We believe, not just in bold words but in bold deeds to match them. We believe that pain and death are better than cowardice and inaction because we believe in action.

We do not believe in living comfortable lives. We do not believe that silence is useful.

We do not believe in good manners.

We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands.

We do not believe that learning to master violence encourages unnecessary violence.

We do not believe that we should be allowed to stand idly by. We do not believe that any other virtue is more important than bravery.

I will be my undoing if I become my obsession.

I will forget the ones I love if I do not serve them.

I will war with others if I refuse to see them.

Therefore I choose to turn away from my reflection, to rely not on myself but on my brothers and sisters, to project always outward until I disappear.

And only God remains."

"That's beautiful," is all I can say.

I walk to the trunk. I pull out the candles, the blanket, and picnic basket Zeke prepared.

I set them down and unexpectedly sweep Tris up in my arms and I cradle her as I walk into the sand. I set her down on her feet while I lay out the blanket and light the candles.

"Lake Michigan is beautiful," I hear her soft voice and it sounds miles away.

"Come here," I whisper.

She lies next to me and I look up at the stars and I can see for miles.

She turns to face me, "Tobias, I'm scared."

"What's wrong?" I ask alarmed.

"I'm scared because I think I might be falling in love with you."

HAHAHA I hope you didn't hate it. Yay for a longer chapter. I was going to split it into two chapters but I decided not to, so I hope you are all pleased.

Sorry for the cheesiness of the bookstore part...

And about why they are dressed up: I just wanted them to be so deal with it okay.

I DON'T OWN DIVERGENT OKAY THANKS BYE