A/N So, this chapter is the beginning... it's the first bit of proper FourTris fluff! I'd say give me another chapter or two and then the wait is over.
Also, I saw Insurgent and let me tell you it was AMAZING! All I'm going to say is FourTris is so damn cute I was literally like SHIP SHIP SHIP OTP the whole way through and everyone was giving me weird looks. Also, Peter is really funny. But there was this group of like eight boys that looked about two and they started throwing popcorn around, I was behind them so I didn't get hit but someone reported them and they left halfway through the movie, thank God. And the man next to me was so badly mannered, he was on his phone the WHOLE TIME and giggling with his girlfriend while making the loudest rustling noise I have ever heard, I swear. His drink apparently had 'too much ice in it' so you know what he did? JUST POURED IT ON THE FLOOR. I nearly tripped when I was making my way to my seat because of this freaking giant cube of ice he had spilt in front of it. I had to 'SHH' him like five times throughout the movie, sue me.

Disclaimer: Pretty sure I'm still not Veronica Roth. Also, pretty sure I don't own Divergent.

Tris POV

It's been a week since the party, and it's another lazy Saturday for me. I can't be asked to call the girls so we can do something, which means I've resigned myself to a TV marathon of Sherlock with a tub of ice cream and a spoon.

I've settled down comfortably on the couch, legs crossed, remote beside me when my phone lights up, showing a text from Caleb.
Will be home in a few hours, Dad texted me saying he won't be home for dinner
I sigh. It's nothing new.
OK. I'll get dinner ready for when you're back.

I wait a few minutes for him to reply, but he doesn't, so I shrug to myself and start the first episode.
About an hour into the second episode, my phone lights up yet again. I glance down, swallowing a mouthful of rocky road, expecting it to be Dad or Caleb, but the word 'Four' comes up on the screen instead. My heart jumps. I quickly grab the remote and pause the episode, then pick up my phone and answer as calmly as I can.

"Four?"
"Tobias," a voice on the other end corrects. "I want you to call me that when we're alone."
"Um, OK? Tobias? Why are you calling me?" I sound confused but not nervous, which is ridiculous considering how fast my heart is beating and how clammy my palms are.
"Where are you?"
"At home?"
"OK, bye." He hangs up, leaving me speechless and unable to say anything.
What the hell was that?

I continue eating, but then, there's a knock on the door. I groan and force myself to move out of my comfortable position.
I open the door.
Tobias.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I say, my hands flying up to smooth my hair. I glance down. I'm wearing a loose black t shirt with pyjama shorts. Not exactly at my best.
"Glad to see me, huh?" he laughs. "Anyway, I was bored and figured you would be longing for my wonderful company, so here I am."
"Wonderful company?" I mumble, moving aside to let him in.
"Isn't that obvious?"

He steps into the living room and arches an eyebrow at the freeze frame of John holding his hands up whilst Sherlock cocks a gun, then chuckles when he sees the tub of ice cream with a spoon stuck inside of it on the sofa. "Nice life for some," he quips. "Yeah, whatever." I say, turning the TV off. "Any chance of an undisturbed Sherlock marathon is gone, anyway, so what do you want to do?"
"Are your parents home?"
"No."
"It's just us?"
"Um, yeah?"
"Well, we never got to finish the 20 questions, remember?"
"Oh. So you want to..."
"Uh huh."

I take him to my room and gesture for him to sit down. "OK, I'll start. Have you ever had a boyfriend?" he asks, curious.
"No."
"No?" He looks confused, but almost... happy?
"I could ask you the same. Have you had a girlfriend?" I say, but I am already sure of the answer. Of course he has, with all the pretty, picture perfect girls throwing themselves at him all the time.
"Um, no, actually. I haven't." he says awkwardly. "I don't know, I'm just not really looking for a relationship. Well, I wasn't."
"You...weren't? But you are now?" I hazard. Stop letting yourself hope.
"Yeah, well... I like a girl. And I'm not sure if she..."
I laugh, even though it hurts, because I know it won't be me. My stomach feels hollow, empty.
"Likes you back?"
"Well, yeah. But she's kickass, and she's not just pretty, she's beautiful. She makes me laugh, because god, she's funny, and she's smart and she's trustworthy and a great friend. And I can only hope she likes me back."
"Well," I swallow, "she must be lucky, huh?"
Don't cry. Don't you dare let yourself fucking cry.

Because I am looking down at my lap, fiercely trying not to blink back tears, I don't see Tobias moving closer to me until I sense his presence literally a few centimetres away from me. "Hey, you OK?" Tobias asks, slipping an arm around my shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," I say.
Lies, lies, lies.
"Uh, I just need to leave for, like, five minutes."
"That's fine. I'll wait."

I rush into the bathroom and bite my lip, trying to hold back tears.
You don't care.
You can't care.
You won't care.
Idiot, idiot, idiot. How could you let yourself fall for him?

I grit my teeth and grind the heels of my palms against my eyes to stop myself from crying.
No crying.
Do not let yourself cry.

I drag in a deep breath, and tell myself that I will be OK, I will be happy for Tobias. I push open the door to my room open.
"BOO!" Tobias yells as he jumps on top of me. I shriek and collapse onto the bed laughing as Tobias begins tickling me ruthlessly.
He holds my arm in a lock. I can think of about ten ways to escape from his grip and break any part of his body, but I don't want to - all my senses have come alive, and I can smell his skin and the scent it carries, like sharp metal.
"Mercy," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.
"No," I manage to get out.
"Really?" he grins as he resumes tickling me.
"Oh, god!" I howl. "MERCY! MERCY!"
"Yeah?" Tobias pants.

And then I realise just how close we are. He is on top of me, his arms propping himself up as he stares into into my eyes. For a moment, I feel like I am dreaming, sleeping, in the small patch of dark blue in his left iris.
His eyes flick down to my lips. "It's you, Tris," he says softly.
We are so close together that our noses are touching, and his lips are inching closer and closer, and -

And then the front door opens.

"Beatrice, are you upstairs?" Caleb calls.
"Uh, yeah!" I manage to yell, pushing Tobias off me whilst patting down my hair and clothes, which are rumpled after our game of Mercy. Tobias stands with hands in pockets, trying to look casual.
I hear Caleb come up the stairs. He pushes the door open, and he stops short when he sees Tobias in my room.
"Oh. Who are you?" he asks disdainfully. I remember that he wasn't at the highly awkward dinner we recently had, so I say, "Caleb, this is erm - Four. Four, this is my brother Caleb."
"And why are you here?"
"Er," I jump in, saving Tobias from answering. "He came over for, a - a project! Right, Four?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, if it's for homework, I guess it's fine." Caleb says. I roll my eyes. Caleb's a sucker for anything to do for work. It's the best excuse to use.
"But, Four," he says protectively, "if you hurt Beatrice, I will hurt you. Understand?"
"Yes, Caleb. And anyway, I would never dream of hurting her."

A/N Oh god I feel so bad, but I hope this was good. My updates will be less frequent. They'll probably be between one and three weeks. Sorry for the rant at the beginining, I just needed to let it out somewhere.
Songs listened to: Demons, Imagine Dragons
Something Big, Shawn Mendes

Have a great week!

~Joanna