A/N Quotes from Insurgent are used in this chapter, but it doesn't really make a difference if you've read the book or not. But still, I'd recommend it! :D

Disclaimer: If I looked in a mirror, I'd see me, a short blonde teenager with hazel eyes. Not Veronica Roth!

Tris POV:

Once Tobias and I get home, we sit on my bed, eat Skittles, and talk.

"Four!" I say, "You took all the red ones!"

He shrugs, then takes another handful, "Told you I like them. Deal with it."

I playfully shove him, and he just goes back for more Skittles.

"So..." he begins, awkwardly starting conversation, "What did Caleb say to you on the phone?"

"Well he started saying 'Eric you need to get out of there because their housekeeper is coming.'" I say, imitating Caleb in a high-pitched voice. Then I continue, "That must have been a code-word for something else. Then I told him that I'm not Eric and he was all like 'Forget what I said Beatrice. It's too dangerous for you and be careful around Four. He's a bad boy.'"

Four bursts out laughing, and I hit his arm again, "Stop it! It's not funny! What if Caleb is a criminal?!"

Four shrugs, "So? It's not like you'd care either way." Then he takes the rest of the bag and empties them into his hand, eating four or five every second.

"I would care too!"

"So far you haven't."

"Yeah, well..."

"I'll be counting the minutes until you come up with a good come-back," he jokes.

I roll my eyes. "Give me a lemon Skittle please."

He throws one at my mouth, but it hits my nose.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Trissy."

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine," he huffs, before throwing one that actually lands in my mouth. "Touchdown!" he screams.

"Quiet," I whisper, "My parents are downstairs." Then I choke on the Skittle.

Four suddenly loses his goofiness and asks, "Are you okay?"

"No," I breathe. "I'm choki-" I manage to say, before erupting in a fit of coughs.

He pounds on my back, then helps me to the bathroom, where I end up barfing in the toilet.

Four runs downstairs and comes back up with my mother.

"Honey, are you alright?" she asks worriedly. She puts her hand to my forehead and mutters, "You've not gotten a fever."

Then my dad walks in. "Beatrice?" he asks, "You okay?"

I nod, "Just choked on Skittles."

"Beatrice," he says furiously, "You know how I feel about you eating those. It's selfish of you."

Thankfully, my mom comes to my rescue, "Andrew, she's had a hard day. I think we can let this one go."

He nods and walks out with my mom trailing behind.

Then Four comes and sits down beside me. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'd still only go to your funeral if there was cake," he whispers.

I laugh, then brush my teeth and flush the toilet, and end up falling asleep on my bed with Four's arm protectively around me.

About and hour later, I wake up to Caleb shaking his head in disapproval.

"Caleb? What are you doing in my room?" I ask suspiciously.

"What are you doing with Four?" he shoots back.

"What does it looks like?" I ask, then look back to Four, who's still sleeping peacefully.

"Something Mom and Dad would not approve of," he mutters under his breath.

I roll my eyes and walk out of the room. "I'm gonna go help Mom with dinner. And if Four wakes up, just remember that he's the mayor's son."

And with that, I go downstairs. But I swear I could hear Caleb muttering "Not for long."

I shake the thought off and walk into the kitchen.

"Oh, Beatrice! Feeling any better?" my mom says.

I nod and grab a glass of water, that thankfully, does not make me choke. I take a sip before opening a pack of frozen peas and putting them in a pan on the stovetop.

We soon become so concentrated on cooking that time seems to fly by. About twenty minutes later, the phone rings.

My mom gets up to answer it. "Hello?" she says, "Oh, hi, Marcus...Yes, Tobias is here...I think he's staying here for dinner...What time will he be home? Gee, to be honest, I don't know. Seven o'clock? Eight? That is, if he stays. " She talks for a few more minutes, and I silently panic and hope that they are not talking about what happened today at Marcus' house.

A few minutes later, my mom hangs up smiling and puts chicken on a platter. Then she speaks up, "Beatrice, will you go tell Caleb that dinner's ready? I would appreciate if he would set the table. And ask Four if he will be staying for dinner."

I nod and go upstairs.

But before I answer the door, I hear Four talking. I pause, listening intently.

"No, not like that," Four says, trying to stile his laughter.

Then Caleb speaks, "What do you mean 'not like that'? I imitated you perfectly."

"You did not."

"Well, do it again, then."

I push open the door just as Four, who is sitting on the carpet with one leg stretched out, throws a dart at Peter's yearbook picture from last year, which is pinned to the dart board. The dart sticks, handle out, at Peter's third eye (his forehead). Four smiles in satisfaction. He could not look more relaxed.

Caleb looks at the dartboard, then Four, then at the dartboard again, shocked. Then he looks at me.

"Tell me he's some kind of military prodigy," he says, "Can you do this too?"

I shrug and pick up a dart. After a few tries, I manage to get a dart in Peter's face. Then I answer Caleb's question.

"Yes, Four is some sort of prodigy." I smile. Caleb doesn't know that Four wears his sports expertise all the time in his nickname. Then I turn to Four. "Isn't your uncle like a colonel or something in the army?"

He nods, "Four star General actually. When I was young he was my hero. He used to call me 'Little Four.' Marcus always says I look like him, which he hates because his younger brother is more accomplished then him."

"Still, mayor is pretty good. But may I ask why you're throwing darts?"

"Caleb came by to discuss something," Four starts, "And football came up. Dart throwing is how I learned to throw a ball. But may I ask why you have a picture of Peter in your room?"

I'd normally expect Four to be jealous, but with all that's happened, I know that he knows that Peter has not, does not, and will not have a crush on me. And Four knows I know that.

"Well," I say, "Peter slipped me his picture last year, and this was the best place I could find for it."

Four smiles at this. We stare at each other dreamily, longer than is socially acceptable, before Caleb clears his throat.

Then I remember what I came here for, "Caleb, dinner's ready. Mom wants you to set the table. Four and I will be down in a few minutes."

Caleb eyes us suspiciously before I point to the door and he walks out, closing the door behind him.

"What was Caleb doing in here?" I ask, breaking the silence, "He knows that I detest him in here."

"He asked how we got together, then we started talking about school."

I nod, and Four puts his arms around me. And his lips find mine.

For a minute, I forget why I came here.

And for a minute, I don't care.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. We break apart, breathing heavily.

Four kisses me again, more instant this time, his hands squeezing my waist. We are so close that there is no difference between us.

Then he pulls back-but only a few inches. I almost don't let him get that far.

"This isn't what you came here for," he says.

"No."

"What did you come for, then?"

"Who cares?" I push my fingers through his hair, and let myself get distracted by him. We kiss for a minute, but break apart when he speaks.

"Tris," he mumbles, warningly against my cheek.

"Okay, okay," I say. I close my eyes. I did come here for some reason, and I need to tell him.

We sit side by side on my bed, as I ask him about his phone call with Marcus.

Four explains everything, from getting yelled at to explaining where he was.

"So then he wants to buy your Homecoming dress, to make sure that your dad's on his side."

I huff out air, and lay down. Four lays next to me.

I stare at the ceiling, before speaking up, "I already bought my dress."

"Can I see it?" Four asks. Then he explains, "I have to get a tie to match."

I roll my eyes, "No! You gotta wait, like any other gentleman."

Four nods.

I tap my fingers against my chest, buying time. "It's dark gray and navy blue," I tell him, like I'm revealing a big scret.

He nods.

I look at the time. 5:34. It was 5:12 when I left.

"Crap. We gotta go downstairs," I say, before getting up.

Four obediently follows, and we make our way downstairs. I see my family just sitting down at the table, and my mom telling Caleb to get Four and me.

We walk towards the table, when I stop in my tracks, and remember what I came upstairs for.

"Oh, yeah. Hey Four, are you staying for dinner?"