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Hey, everyone. Sorry for the lack of update.

I'd like to respond to a review: I update as much as possible. I have a lot more of my other story pre-written, so I can just update it quickly. Unfortunately, I don't have quite as much time as I used to (my CTY thing started) so I won't be updating as much.

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"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Booth roars after a few minutes. He's changed back into what he was wearing before. "Good. Now, Cam, truth or dare?"Once we make it back inside, everyone has already watched the video Four sent them and is laughing.

"Truth."

"Pansycake," Uriah taunts.

"I will smack you," she promises.

"Hello!" Booth says. They turn back to him. "Most embarrassing moment at a party."

Cam shudders and takes her sweatshirt. "Oh, hell no, Boothie. Bea."

"Dare." Oh, God. Christina and Angela are whispering in her ear. What did I do?

"Sit on Four's lap for the rest of the game." Cam looks kind of indifferent, but Ange and Chris have triumphant smiles on.

I next meet Four's eyes and we have a silent discussion:

You okay with this? I ask. Will it hurt?

Not much. Are you okay with it? Four raises his eyebrows.

Mostly. I stand up.

You don't have to, Tris, he reminds me. I nod, but sit anyway. Four wraps his arms around me.

I glare around the room, where everyone is smiling. "Angela." I smirk, already having a dare and a truth picked out.

"T-d-truth," she decides. I continue to smirk.

"What are you trying to do to Four and I?" Four chuckles slightly into my hair.

"Get you two together. Duh," Angela answers.

"I have a request," Four announces. "Could you guys, perhaps, let Tris and I get each other together? I mean, you - and we - already know that we like each other. Is it really necessary to get us together? We're perfectly capable."

"Yeah, but you're both pansycakes when it comes to dating," Uriah answers. Booth nods. "So, therefore, Ange and Chrissy have to step in."

Four shakes his head. Then he tickles my sides and I squeal. "Hey!" I exclaim, turning around to yell at him. He grins at me and I smack his arm. "I will get off your lap," I threaten. The grin disappears and he sighs.

Everyone laughs at us and we both give them all death-glares that wake them up fairly quickly.

"Cam, it's your turn," Booth reminds her.

"Four, truth or dare?" Cam and everyone else smirks; this is going to be a long night indeed.

"Dare." Stupid choice.

"Kiss Tris," she suggests. Four meets my eyes and we again have a silent conversation:

You okay with it? he asks. I mean, I'd rather our first kiss be private and romantic….but I suppose this could do if you'd rather me not start to undress.

I chuckle. I agree completely….so just pull that sweatshirt off, boy.

Four grins at me and yanks it off. "So, -"

"Why didn't you kiss her?" Ange interrupts.

"'Cause we want our first kiss to be private," I mutter. Everyone "awwws" and we, again, hand out death-glares.

"So," Four continues, glaring at Ange in particular. "Zeke, truth or dare, man?"

"Dare, dude. Ain't I Dauntless?" Zeke says, attempting to look cool. Booth raises his eyebrows at him and shakes his head.

"I dare you to….make out with Uriah." Four smirks and I chuckle.

Zeke looks back between his brother and his shirt. Brother, shirt, brother, shirt. Then he yanks it off. "Four. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Is he trying to get them to make us make out?

"Seven minutes in heaven. Tris. Upstairs," Zeke decides. "And you can talk for the first three but you have to kiss her starting at four minutes."

Four nods slowly and we stand. My eyes flicker to his and away and we sit on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" I check my watch as I'm saying this.

"Good. How many minutes do we have left?" Four kind of brushes me off.

"Six." I take a deep breath. "Do we actually have to...to kiss?"

Four meets my eyes. "Uh, I think so. They're listening outside the door and if they don't hear us stop talking or start kissing, they're going to bust in and increase the amount of time. How many now?"

"Four and a half."

"Thirty seconds, then. Are you ready?" Four touches my arm.

I flinch. "I kind of have a fear of intimacy," I whisper.

He touches my cheek. "I won't hurt you. I promise. I...I really like you, Tris. I would - will - never hurt you. I won't touch you, either, other than a kiss."

I drag my gaze from him and he touches my jaw, forcing me to look at him. Four leans toward me and I him. His lips brush against mine and I wrap my arms around his neck. He grins against my lips and I pull away and hug him tightly.

Four pulls me onto his lap and holds me. I wrap my arms around him, too, and we sit like that - me on his lap, our arms around each other - until Zeke and Booth hurts in. They raise their eyebrows, but I just climb off Four and extend my arm to help him up. He grabs it and pulls me back down. I smack his shoulder lightly and stand up again, this time just crossing my arms and smirking at him. Four groans and stands, too.

"Did you kiss?" Zeke asks Four.

Booth turns to him. "They did."

"How can you tell?" Zeke frowns.

"I can read their body language. See the way Bea is sort of leaning into him? It's a sign." Booth points to us. Immediately we separate.

"Dude, you'd be Candor." Zeke shakes his head.

"Nah," I disagree. "He'd be Dauntless. You've never seen him in a fight or on the soccer field."

Zeke shrugs. "Seems Candor to me."

"Just 'cause he knows me so well he can tell if I kissed someone." I'm starting to get pissed.

"It doesn't matter, Tris," Four tells me quietly. I immediately back down.

"Let's just go continue the game," I answer, grumbling a little.