Four POV:

"Tobias?...Are you home?" Marcus calls from downstairs.

"Damn," Tris and I say quietly at the same time again. I kiss her cheek and pick her up.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hiding you in my closet," I whisper back. Tris smiles curtly, and I smile back. I kick open my closet door and lay her down. Luckily, Tris is small enough to barely lay down fully.

"I'll get you a pillow," I say then grab the one that her head was previously on. I tuck it under her head and Tris smiles.

"Thanks." I nod and go downstairs. Marcus sees me right away.

"Oh, there you are. Where have you been?" Marcus says, enunciating every word.

"Sorry. I didn't hear you at first. I was trying to right a song for Zeke's, Uriah's, and my new band."

Marcus nods slowly, then accepts it, "Okay. But next time, you answer when I call your name."

I nod and go back up the first few steps before he stops me. "Tobias? One more thing. Get back here."

I huff and stand next to him.

"Tobias, I am running for mayor again this year. Please try to do good at school. Think how good it would be if the mayor's son brought his football team to state!" Marcus clears his throat, "You may go now."

I nod and go up the stairs, back to Tris.

I swing open the closet door to find Tris pressed against the wall, listening for something.

"What are you doing?"

Tris' head whips around. 'Nothing...I was right! Your name is Tobias!"

I nod, and see her try to sit up and wince.

I chuckle and help her up. Tris groans then smiles at me.

"Don't mention it."

She laugh at this, then her expression stiffens, "So how do I get out of here without your dad noticing?"

"Easy. You'll be in my laundry hamper and since the laundry room is in the garage, I'll take you out from there."

Tris nods, and then her eyes grow huge, "In your dirty clothes?"

I shake my head. "I'll wrap you up in a clean towel."

I help her get up and we smile together. I lift her into my hamper and find a towel large enough to drape over her. Then I lift it up.

"On three?"

I see Tris' head nod through the towel.

"One...two...three," I lift the hamper up and push the door open with my foot. Now for going down the stairs...

"What are you doing?"

I whip my head around to see Marcus.

"Uh...what does it look like? I'm finally doing my laundry like you asked."

Marcus nods and I carry on. Once I get into the laundry room and shut the door. I help her stand up. Tris winces and mouths 'thank-you.'

"Crap. Your sweater," I say, once we are outside. Tris is shivering and so I put her back in the garage for a minute.

I run up the steps, carrying my hamper. I shove it back in my room and grab Tris' sweater. I run down the stairs, jumping off of the third-to-last step.

"Marcus, I'm taking your car."

He turns around, "And why is that?"

"Favor. For a friend."

He glances at his watch for a minute and nods, "Okay, but be back by five. We're having dinner at the Prior's."

I nod, grab his keys, and run into the garage, hearing Marcus shout, "Don't scratch my car!"

I roll my eyes, and open his BMW, laying Tris into the backseat. I kiss her forehead and hop in the driver's seat. I turn on the car and pull out of the driveway.

"Tris? We're here," I tell her, then look into my rear-view mirror to see her asleep. I smile, then park the car in front of the Prior's driveway.

"F-four?"

I look back, "Yeah?"

"What do we do now? My parents cannot see me like this. There is supposed to be a dinner party for the city council tonight."

I nod; Marcus told me.

"I'll sneak you in, okay?"

Tris looks at me funny, "Caleb will notice. Okay? Let's just go in. My mom won't mind, although if she sees me, she'll ask what happened."

I huff, "Fine."

A minute later, my arm is wrapped around Tris' shoulder and her arm is around mine. When we get to her door, her other arm fumbles around inside her pocket for a minute before she pulls out a set of keys, and puts one in the keyhole. It opens and we walk in.

"Andrew, what time is Beatrice coming home? She's supposed to help me with that pot roast," Mrs. Prior says from the kitchen.

Tris sighs and we sneak past her mother, up the stairs. We get to the top, when Caleb's head pops through his door.

"I thought I heard something," he mumbles to himself, before speaking up and clearing his throat. He looks from Tris to me, "Beatrice, what took you so long? And why are you with him?"

Tris looks at me and whispers, "Let's go."

I nod and help her hop to her room.

We sit down on her bed.

"You're gonna have to face the music sometime, you know."

She sighs, "I know."

"Well...if we are gonna be a couple, why don't we get to know each other?"

Tris nods, "You go first."

"Okay, um, well, my favorite color is jet black."

"Are there different colors for black? 'Cause to me, black is just black."

I shrug.

"Okay, well my favorite color is midnight blue. Favorite subject?"

"Lunch."

She giggles. Cutely, I might add, "P.E. or public speaking. Except Eric's my teacher so that might be my worst."

"Okay, um, favorite animal?"

"Um, fox cub. You?"

"Dog."

"Uh, favorite Skittles flavor?"

I laugh, "Red."

"Strawberry? Lemon's mine."

I smile and she smiles back.

"Favorite band?"

"All Time Low or Flyleaf."

"My own."

"Your own?"

"Yeah, Zeke, Uriah, and I have a band."

"Cool. What's it called?"

"Actually, we don't have a name yet."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Want to name it? The guys will kill me if I told them it was you, but they have been thinking about getting a name."

"Sure. How about...the Next Direction?"

I glare at her and she laughs, with her eyebrows crinkling.

"Okay! No! Well then, what's the name for people that like adrenaline, like they jump off of trains and stuff?"

"You mean 'dauntless'?"

"Yeah. The Dauntless, um, Dauntless Nation?"

"I like it."

"You do?"

"Yeah, we were all thinking about getting tattoos and stuff. Dauntless stuff. This is perfect. I'll tell them tomorrow."

Tris smiles and hugs me. I am surprised at first, but then melt into her love and hug her back, smiling.