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Chapter 5

I can't do this! I turn around to go back down, but Christina stops me asking what's wrong.

"It's Peter. He the one I first made eye contact with! I can't do this I'll take my dress off or do anything instead."

Everyone nods. Four looks relaxed and angry at the same time. Once everyone is down he stops me.

"Can I know what happened and only me?" He asks.

"Maybe someday, but not today sorry. Just take the time breaking my walls and eventually I'll trust you enough. I don't know how long it will take, but saying one thing I've never felt like I could trust a person as quickly as I find myself with you." I answer.

He kisses me again. "Thank you"

"Welcome?" I laugh confused. He gives me a weird look, but still smiles more than I've seen in the past week.

We walk back down. Everyone gives us knowing looks, I look at Four confused. I see that some of my lipstick rubbed off.

"Four you have some of my lipstick stuck on you" I whisper is his ear, he shivered a little because of it.

He leans down to my ear, making my breath hitch. "I know"

I just look down and blush. We sit by each other, I take off my dress and hug my knees to cover myself. Now everyone can see my black and dark gray lace bra, great.

"We should get Zeke and Shauna out, Uriah you get them." I say.

He "stealthily" walks over with a smirk on his face. Yet when he gets there he seems disgusted. Either way he slams open the door. Revealing Shauna pressed up against the wall, legs wrapped around Zeke's waist, and a shirtless Zeke. They both have puffy lips and messy hair. We all seem a little shocked at how fast they got together.

"Dang you guys work fast!" Christina exclaims. That breaks the tension. We all start laughing, while Zeke and Shauna are turning into tomatoes.

"Ok, Will you know the question." Shauna prompts.

"Dare"

"Go upstairs to the first couple you see and profess your love for the girl"

We follow him up. He drops on his knees, grabbing the girl's hand, professing his love. The guy looks ready to knock Will out, while the girl looks shocked and touched. She kisses him once he's done. Will looks disgusted and shouts "THIS WAS A DARE!" He runs away freaked about, but the girl is disappointed and the guy is angry but relieved.

We go back down laughing our asses off while Will is a tomato.

"Hey can we just watch a movie or something? I'm bored." I ask.

"Sure, but first let's get everyone out the house." Zeke states.

We go back up, all of us sprinting through out the house pushing people towards the door. Uriah gets a microphone, saying "Yo, everyone out of the house unless we personally invited you." Everyone starts to leave out.

We go back, the Pedrad brothers choose a scary movie while everyone else sets up popcorn. Uriah, Marlene, Christina, and Will claim the floor. Shauna and Zeke are on the recliner, leaving Four and I on the couch. Everyone's cuddled up.

The movie wasn't the scariest I've ever seen but I did scream and snuggle into Four a couple times, he seemed unfazed by everything. Although it was hard to tell who got more scared, the Pedrad brothers or Marlene and Shauna. Christina and Will fell asleep pretty early so they missed the movie. Four and I are the last awake.

"I'm going to relax outside for awhile" I say.

"I'll come with you"

We tip toe out, to the bench swing in the back yard. I stare up at the sky thinking how the blue night matches Four's eyes. And how the stars paint the sky with their stories. The stars have always comforted me, making me feel like even though I feel alone the stars are watching and protecting me. I'm snapped out of my reverie by Four.

"How about we play truths? Like truth or dare but only truths." He says.

I turn to him and crossing my legs,"Ok I'll start. What's your favorite color?"

"Black, you?"

"A dark blue, How did you get your nickname?" I ask

"I gave it to myself, in middle school. My mom died when I was four. In middle school I went into this depression, honoring my mom through the name helped me through it" he answered

"Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you thi-" he cuts me off.

"It's ok. I trust you, not to tell anyone. I don't like the pitying look most people give. What made you choose soccer of all sports?"

"My brother used to play when I was little. My dad coached, I loved to try to take the ball away from everyone. I did this so much, that when I got cold my dad would give me his sweatshirt. I used to have brown hair; everyone would call me Boo, like from Monsters Inc.." I smile. "That's one of the only memories I have that always makes me smile. What about you with football and soccer?"

"I used to go to the park with my mom and these older boys were always playing both. One day I asked if I could play too, they said yes; my love for both started and never ended after that. What do you mean by you used to have brown hair?"

"Well you know how some people with brown hair were born with blonde?" He nodded. "I was born with black hair that turned blonde, basically the opposite of those brown haired people. Why don't you like to go by your real name?"

"I don't like to be associated with my father" he said father with disgust, weird. "Can I ask what you mean by 'one of the only memories that makes you smile'?"

"It has a lot to do with Peter. So, if you don't mind waiting that's great." I answer, he nods. "Why don't you like your father?"

"Just like Peter, that's going have to wait. Ok?"

"Ok"

We sit in silence for a long time, letting the fact that we both had a hard childhood sink in. I sigh and lean my head on Four's shoulder. I feel him laugh slightly, he wraps his arm around me.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He whispers

I look up at his hopeful eyes, I kiss him. Yet again when I pull back he holds me in place. I smile into the kiss and mimics me. I pull back, out of breath.

"Can I take that as a yes?"

"Yeah" I say giving him a small peck.

We go back down stairs, I fall asleep wrapped in his arms. Just before I fell asleep I feel a small kiss by my ear and hear "good night, Tris"

Four Pov

"Goodnight, Tris" I whisper.

I watch her angelic face falling asleep. How can she not see her beauty? I think about this past week. Tris was scared of Peter, as much as I am of Marcus. What could he have done to her? Of all the years I've known him, he always hated me. How could he have been on good terms with the angel in front of me at any point in time?

All I know is tomorrow when I get home my step brother is in for a rude awakening. No one can hurt Tris and get away with it.