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PLEASE READ Just so you know I will be changing my name to UriahPedradlover1212 that is all now enjoy! and GO YANKEES!

tris pov

one month later

Tobias walks through the door, well kind of. Luckily when he got shot it was in the leg so he had to get crutches, not in the heart like the murder intended. A week ago they found him and he was arrested. Ever since the incident things have been... interesting. My dad likes Tobias a lot or as he likes to call him 'my man'. I am glad my dad likes him but seriously EVERY time Tobias comes over my dad always says 'Hey! My man! Come watch the game with me!' or 'Hey, my man, you can stay for dinner!' it gets kind of annoying. Plus I never get to spend alone time with Tobias.

"Hey Tris." He kisses my check. He starts toward the living room but I step in front of him.

"Can me and you spend some time together?" I ask him.

"Um... that's why I came over Tris." He says a confused look on his face and I almost give in but I shake my head slightly so I stop thinking about how cute he looks when he is confused.

"Yes but then you always hang out with my dad." I say.

"Is someone jealous?" he asks kissing my nose. I laugh.

"Maybe." I say sheepishly looking at the ground.

"Come on." He says and we go into the living. I pull Tobias towards the stairs.

"Hey, my man, The Yankees and the Red sox are playing tonight." My dad yells from his place on the couch. I know how much Tobias loves the Yankees. He turns his head to look at my dad.

"Toby..." I whisper in his ear.

"Tris and I actually have to study for a test we have tomorrow, I would really love to but I cant." He says giving my dad a frown.

"Oh, ok" My dad says. The disappointment obvious in his voice. Tobias and I go upstairs into my room. I close the door. I take out my books for science class and so does Tobias. While he has his back turned, I turn on the TV in my room to the Yankees/ Red sox game. He turns and smiles.

"Tris you have got to be the best girlfriend ever!" I smile. He turns back to the game. After half an hour of him watching and me actually doing my homework. I turn it off.

"Now the best girlfriend ever deserves a reward." I crawl over to him so he doesn't have to move because of his leg.

"What kind of reward? A trophy?" He asks with a sly smile. I trail my hands up his chest.

"I think I deserve more than that." I say the say sly smile coming on to my face. I bring my hand to his heart and it is beating rapidly, as is mine. I bring my face closer to his so that when I talk my lips brush against his.

"So...when do I get this reward?" I ask my lips teasing his. His breath is coming in short gasps. I crawl on top of him so that I am on his thighs but not on the hurt part of his leg.

"Tris...please just kiss me already." He breathes.

"No, then I would be giving you a reward. I want a reward." I say smirking at him. He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. Finally. I run my hands through his dark brown hair. He puts his strong and protective arms around my lower back bringing me closer so that the only thing separating us is our clothing. I love Tobias so much. I don't think we need to take our clothes off to show we love each other. Doing this is fine. He pulls back and smiles at me.

"Now that you are done can I interest you in some pizza rolls?" I turn to see my mother standing in the doorway smiling at us. I blush and I see that so is Tobias.

"Thanks mom." I smile at her she walks out with a look on her face that I could have swore was a smirk. I have never seen my mother smirk before. I kiss Tobias check and we did into my moms delicious pizza rolls.

ok so this was 847 words long and took me forever to write so I deserve a lot of reviews it is very rare for me to write a chapter this long so savor it. do not leave this story without a review or curse your soul and your offspring soul for a thousand generations.

Bye my cinnamon rolls