A/N Hello again! I'm back with another SPECIAL VALENTINE'S DAY chapter! I want to thank all of you (again) for all the reviews and faves and follows! When I wake up and check my email in the morning to see somebody has bothered to read my story and has enjoyed it, it puts a smile on my face for the rest of the day :)
Today, I realised that this story has hit 1,000 views! I honestly cannot believe that my story has gotten so many reads, so thank you thank you thank you!
Let's get on with it!
Disclaimer: I certainly do not have a net worth of 20 million dollars. I can conclude that I am not Veronica Roth.
Four POV
I bite my lip nervously as I lift my hand to knock on the door.
Tris stands in the doorway, smiling.
I look her up and down.
She's wearing a tank top and cotton shorts, showing off her slim figure. Her hair falls in loose waves, framing her heart-shaped face and making her blue-grey eyes stand out.
I gulp and try not to let my jaw drop, instead smiling at her. I swear to god the world seems to stop as we stand there, staring at each other.
She breaks off her gaze and says, "Hi," quietly, almost as if she's scared. It's so adorable that I just smile wider and say, "Hi, Tris."
"Come in," she invites, holding the door open and blushing slightly. I smile, yet again, and step into her house.
She leads me into a wide wooden-floored hallway. "We can work in my room," she suggests, shyly, almost as if she's afraid I'll refuse.
I would never refuse you, Tris.
"OK," I reply, trying to make her feel at ease.
She smiles at me gratefully, and takes me to her room.
Tris' room is much bigger than mine. She has a double bed with blue covers, and cream walls decorated with posters.
"Doctor Who," I remark, laughing inside.
She nods. "And Sherlock!" she adds eagerly.
(A/N hehehehe I'm a genius)
"So," she mumbles. "Do you want to start?"
"Hmm," I smirk. "I don't really know you, so how about 20 questions?"
"Um... OK?"
"I'll start. What are your favourite bands?"
She pauses. "Probably Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco."
I smile. "Good taste."
She blushes even more and looks down at her feet.
I grin even wider and say, "Your turn."
"What's your favourite song?"
I think for a moment and then reply, "Save Rock and Roll, Fall Out Boy."
She nods and opens her mouth, but then her phone begins blaring.
I need more dreams
And less life
I need that dark
In a little more light
I've cried tears you'll never se-
She looks at me, apologising. "Hello?"
"HEY, TRISSY!"
She looks alarmed. It's Christina, she mouths.
I laugh and reply, put it on speaker.
She seems confused, but then nods and taps on her screen.
"Christina? Why are you calling me?"
"Why not?"
"I'm busy," Tris replies through slightly gritted teeth. "Did you forget?"
"Oh! With Four?"
I laugh at Tris' half frustrated, half annoyed expression and take the phone from her hand. "Yes," I say, holding back my laughter. "With Four," I say, imitating her voice.
"Oh my god, Tris! I'm so sorry!"
"Eugh, it's fine. Just don't do this again, ok? We have an essay to write."
"Ok. Sorry, Tris. Bye! GO GET SOME WITH FOUR!"
She hangs up before Tris can retaliate. I burst into laughter.
Tris glances up at me, her lips slightly pressed together, suppressing a grin, but then she gives in and begins smiling that adorable smile again. I glance at the clock, and realise we've already been talking for half an hour, and I have ten minutes to get back. If I'm late, Marcus will be furious. We have to go to some stranger's house for dinner. At home, he's an alcoholic, but somehow he manages to switch masks as soon as he's in public.
"I have to go," I mutter. Tris looks up, an almost disappointed or even sad expression crossing her face. She nods and says, "Thanks for coming, even though we didn't actually do anything."
"I know, I'm really sorry."
"It's fine. I studied it in my old school. I'll have the essay done by Sunday."
"Are you sure? It doesn't seem fair."
"It's fine."
It doesn't seem fair, to let her do all the work, but I know I'll never be able to get the essay done at my house, not with Marcus.
"Ok," I reply reluctantly. "Bye, Tris."
"Bye, Four."
When she says my name, I stop. I want Tris to know me as who I am really am, not under a nickname. I've only known her for a day, but I trust her. And even though I feel our relationship hasn't been long enough for her to know my real name, I want her to know someday.
"Do me a favour, and don't call me that." I suddenly say.
"Then what should I call you?" she asks, tilting her head.
"Nothing. Yet."
I smile at her one last time and leave.
OOPSY, THE PAGE BROKE...
Tris POV
What was that? I scratch the back of my neck, confused. What does he hide from everyone, and why did he have leave so early? It's only just half past five! I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts of Four. I have to get ready. My dad told me that someone was coming over for dinner, and he'd be home in time. I go up to my room and try to decide what to wear. I mostly just have hoodies and tank tops. I bite my lip, then finally decide on a loose cream coloured sweater that stops just above my knees and jeggings. My phone rings, and I see that the caller is Dad.
"Hello?"
"Are you ready, sweetie?"
"Yeah, nearly."
"Good. I'll be home in two minutes, so start warming up the food, okay?"
"Yes, Dad. Bye."
"Bye."
I sigh as I go down the stairs into the kitchen. Dad doesn't know how to cook, so he just gets our maid, who comes in once a week, to buy frozen groceries whenever Mum's away. I've learnt how to defrost and warm up the food that we buy. I pull out some chicken breasts and peas. Dad's guests will be disappointed.
I hear to door open and poke my head out the doorway, saying, "Hi, Dad."
"Hello, Tris."
Even though he's not really home nowadays, Dad and I always had a strong relationship. When he was promoted and became a lot more busy, it deteriorated, but it still remains.
"The food's almost ready," I say.
"Good job, Tris."
"I just have to go upstairs to finish off."
"OK."
I run up the stairs and brush my hair, styling it into a messy bun, but letting some of it loose and frame my face.
The doorbell rings. "Tris!" I hear my dad call.
I go to the door and open it, to see a man with a smile stretched across his face. There seems to be somebody behind him.
Then, the man steps aside, and I see who it is.
A/N OOOHH! This isn't much of a cliffy, because it's kind of obvious who they are, but Tris doesn't have a clue, so it's somewhat sort of one?
I excuse all the references in this chapter. I had Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco on replay, so that managed to weasel its way into there, and I'm also a massive Doctor Who and Sherlock fan, so that also found its way into this chapter.
There might be another update today, I'm going to do my best. And the next chapter will definitely include FOURTRIS FLUFF! They're so cute together...
Anyway, happy Valentine's Day!
~Joanna