It's been a while…sorry about that. This chapter took me longer to write because I had no motivation what so ever. On the plus side, this chapter is like 1,000 words longer than the previous chapters!

Tris

Rolling over in my bed I see that the clock reads 8:47am in flashing green lights. Good job there was no training today otherwise I would be very late.

After stretching out like a cat I swing my legs off the edge of the bed, rub the sleep out of my eyes, and plod slowly into the bathroom, running my fingers through my tangled hair before I step into the shower.

The small bathroom is soon filled with steam and the shower glass is fogged up as I lather vanilla shower gel over my body to rid myself of any remaining sleep. Once the gel is rinsed off I stand under the pounding hot water and let it relax my muscles one by one as I lean my head against the wall.

Only now does it occur to me what day it is: visiting day. Where families of the initiates come to see them, if they want to, and also another reminder of my lack of family. Sure I had my uncle Robert, but he worked at the fence which meant he was hardly ever home, but even then the twang of pain in my gut never subsided.

I eventually haul my body out of the shower and dry off with a towel and wiping away the steam from my mirror. My cheeks are slightly red from the heat of the water and my hair is still a tangled wet mess, but other than that I look fine, nothing that a bit of concealer and a hair dryer won't fix.

I wrap the towel around my body and leave the bathroom. On my way back to my bedroom there is a knock on my door. I glance down and my almost naked body then back at the door, wondering who it is and if I should answer it or not. Tucking the edge of the towel under my arm to make sure it doesn't fall down I call out cautiously, "who is it?"

"Why don't you open the door and have a look for yourself?" The voice is unmistakably Eric's and a freeze, not wanting to open the door in nothing but a towel but not wanting him to have to force the door open either, which he will probably do.

Giving in to the knocking that Eric has now began I open the door a crack and stick my head out. "Now's not really a good time," I say keeping hold of the towel.

"Now's as good a time as any," Eric says reaching out to further open the door. I immediately stop him, my cheeks flaring.

"Just tell me here."

"Are you hiding something in there?" He asks stepping back.

Only my near-naked body. "No, why d'you ask?"

Eric just shakes his head in exasperation. "You need to know that you are expected to show up at visiting day today, as a trainer, and don't be late," he says and walks back off down the hall.

I slam the door closed and sigh, clutching the towel still, glad that that didn't go as bad as it could have. As I walk back to the bedroom I think about Eric's words, why did I need to take part in visiting day? No one was visiting me and I'm not even a real trainer. Looks like I won't be having a relaxing day today after all.

As I sit down at my vanity table and begin to brush out the tangles in my hair a sudden thought dawns on me. Visiting starts at 9:30 and its five past now.

I practically burn my hair in the process of trying to dry it in time and throw on whatever item of clothing I reach first, which just so happens to be a black, tight fitting tank top, dark grey skinny jeans and a pair of old black sneakers, before running out of the door and into the Pit.

.o.O.o.

The Pit is already bustling with people by the time I get there, and not just the transfers, but also the Dauntless borns and other older Dauntless members. I wander around absently for twenty minutes until I realize I will be getting no conversation out of anyone seeing as their all too busy with their families, so I retreat to learning against the bars next to the Chasm to twiddle my thumbs waiting for all of this to be over so I can go and visit Christina before going back to hide in my apartment for the remainder of the week.

I scan the crowd of people stopping on each person in grey and studying their face down to the last detail to try and decipher whether or not it is my father. Pointless really, seeing as I've only seen a picture of him and that was from when he was only sixteen and still dating my mother.

Eventually I give up and spin around so my elbows lean against the railings and my chin rests in my palms, closing my eyes as I feel the spray of the Chasm against my arms.

Four

Visiting day always annoyed me, too many people in an enclosed space. That's why I usually avoid them, except this year Eric has demanded that I go.

I am currently standing by the entrance to the cafeteria watching people mingle through slit eyes, distaste evident on my features.

Just as I am about to contemplate slipping back to my room the crowd parts and I see a familiar blond leaning against the Chasm railing, one leg crossed behind the other as the water sprays her bare arms. I push of the wall I am leaning on and slowly weave my way through the throng of people and over to her, leaning back on the railing next to her. "Hey," I say startling her so she jumps to face me.

"Oh, hey. What are you doing here?" She asks me, leaning on the railing once again.

I sigh and cross my arms. "Same as you, I guess. But probably not as miserable as you whilst doing it."

Tris smiles in response.

After a minute of silence I speak up again, trying to keep conversation flowing. "So are you not with any family or anything?" I ask indicating the mass of people with a hand.

At this Tris' eyes close and she sighs deeply from her nose before shaking her head no.

"Why not?" I ask, my eyebrows knitting together. I knew Tris wasn't a transfer so she should have family in Dauntless, or at least someone she would rather be with that leaning against this railing alone.

Tris sighs again but opens her eyes. "Never knew my father, and my mother was-," she pauses, "my mother died when I was five," she says tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear and not looking at me.

"Oh," is all I manage, taken aback. I never expected her to come out with anything like that. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't," she cuts me off. "Just, don't." She closes her eyes, and then opens them a second later. "What about you?"

"Transfer, remember," I say with a sad smile. I haven't had such a good history with my parents, and at times I did wish Marcus was dead, but deep down I never truly imagined what it would feel like.

"Oh yeah," she says quietly and looks at her shoes.

"So who did you used to live with?" I ask, knowing I should drop the subject, but I find myself wanting to know more and more about Tris. "After your mother died, I mean."

"My uncle and cousin," she says then looks at up at me. "Why do you want to know this?"

Why do I want to know this? I just shrug and ask another question. "Where are they now?"

"Caleb, my cousin, transferred to Erudite two years ago and Rob, my uncle, works at the fence so he's hardy here."

I open my mouth to respond but nothing comes. How are you meant to respond when someone tells you something like that? So instead I just stand up from the railing and turn to Tris. "Do you want to go and get some cake or something?" I offer with a sigh.

Tris smiles and nods pushing off from the railing. "Sounds good."

.o.O.o.

Tris

Did I really just go and get cake with Four? I ask myself whilst walking through the infirmary to visit Christina. Throughout the whole encounter we had talked about everything and nothing over a plate of Dauntless chocolate cake, mainly we talked about how lucky I was to have grown up with this stuff and how I wouldn't have been able to survive in Abnegation - where Four transferred from - because of the lack of cake and coffee there. All in all it was a pretty good way of passing time, and I wouldn't mind doing it again. Not that I would be admitting to that anytime soon.

I snap out of my thoughts as I walk through the double doors into Christina's ward. She is sitting up in a bed, her leg elevated and in a cast, and looking extremely bored.

"Hey," I say sitting down in the armchair next to her bed. "How you feeling?"

Christina's head whips around to me and she grins. "Hey, Tris. I'm fine, thanks," she says. "What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't have gotten out of bed today."

"That was the original plan, yes," I say shifting in my seat to face her properly. "But because someone broke their leg I had to 'fill in' during visiting day, not that I really helped anyway."

"It's not my fault, you said you would help," She says defensively. "Besides, I thought you would of shown a little compassion for your only friend with a broken leg."

"You are not my only friend!" I say a little too loudly earning annoyed glances shot my way. "I have plenty."

Christina smirks. "Oh yeah? Name five of them."

Okay, so I didn't think she would go this far. I mentally scan the people I know in my mind and come up with way more than five, but whether they're classed as 'friends' or not I don't know. "Well there's Tori," I say and pause, she is definitely my friend, I mean we work together. Christina raises her eyebrow. "And there's...Zeke." So I did break his nose, but I'm sure he's over that now. "Tori, Zeke," I stutter desperately trying to think. "Uriah, Marlene," We did grow up together. "And…." Now I've stalled. No one else I know has really made it into the 'friends' category, I mean Uriah and Marlene barely make it.

Christina smirks, glad to have proven her point. She opens her mouth to gloat or something when I suddenly think of a fifth person. "Caleb!" I almost shrike with success. How could I have forgotten about him? He's my cousin!

Christina merely shakes her head. "Doesn't count, he's family," She says smiling. I scowl at her still mentally going through everyone I know: Zeke, check, Uriah, check, Marlene, check, Tori, check, Four - did he even count as a friend? Yes, we talk outside of training, and yes, we went out for cake together, but he just doesn't seem like the kind of guy that you could be friends with. There was something about him, he always kept himself to himself, only revealing things that are absolutely necessary to the subject, and you just couldn't get to know him properly. I wouldn't be surprised if his name wasn't even Four. In fact, I know it isn't!

"Earth to Tris?" Christina asks bringing me back to now. "Mind wondering much?"

"Sorry," I murmur, still not entirely forgiving her for proving to me I had no friends.

"It's fine, anyway, what about Four? He's your friend, right?"

Is he? I ask myself again. I shrug, "I don't know, maybe." I shake my head to clear it of thought and smile at Christina. "I should get going, it's getting late and I'm planning to hibernate in my apartment until lunch time tomorrow," I say standing up.

"Bye," Christina says sticking her bottom lip out.

I wave at her then walk out of the infirmary still trying to desperately think of more people I know. I see Tori and Bud chatting in the tattoo parlour on my way home and I find myself wanting to go back to working there, I've had enough of this training business for a lifetime and I've only been helping for three days.

I sigh heavily as I reach my apartment door and slam it shut behind me. I pull my shoes and jeans off and flop down onto my bed in my top and bury myself under the covers wondering why I don't have any friends until I fall asleep.

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Oh and P.S, there most likely will not be any more Four's PoV for a while until the later chapters due to my plot.