PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THE AGE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FOUR AND TRIS IS REVERSED.
"I'll take him." Six says, but she's smiling and soft and warm and I'm afraid.
"You sure?" Another Dauntless, whose grip around my shoulder was probably bruising but I figured I deserved a couple bruises at this point. "He did-"
"I know."
He shrugs and hands me over to her. She turns and we're walking away and then she whispers, so quiet, "Idiot."
I try to pull away, but fail, only managing to almost-fall into the Chasm. Six looks at me, looks away, hides a giggle, and pulls me aloung again.
"So you killed someone." she says.
"He stabbed me first!"
"That's no reason to kill him."
"He tried to kill me!" Six laughed audibly this time. I scowled.
"You're like a fucking four-year-old!" I scowled harder and kicked a pebble.
"Don't be mad!"
"I'm not mad!" I shout madly.
"Neither am I!" She yells and she seems light, free (of artificial sugars im sorry).
"You're staring at me, Tobias."
"No I'm not."
She kisses my cheek. "Yeah you are."
"No I'm not. And that's not fair!" I pick at a bit of dried blood on my shirt.
"So do you know any factionless?" She asks cheerfully.
"No."
"You're very talkative."
"I just killed someone."
"You know, people say if you feel bad, you should just go back to the hairy dog that bit you."
"What the fuck does that mean."
"It means free murder spree."
"I'll pass."
She laughs, and then she's kissing me, and I am certified insane.
But it's Six and I can't pull away even if I wanted to because her scent is in my nose and she tastes like marshmallows and I'm falling and I don't know where I'm going but I like it. And then she breaks away and kisses my cheek again and she whispers, so quiet,
"Call me Tris," and I've fallen.
