"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take"

~Author Unknown

Chapter 6

Tris's POV

Four pulled the silver ring out of the box. He turned the ring over, finding the little hockey stick that was decorating the top of the ran his finger over the inside of the ring, where the words partner's forever were engraved. He turned and faced me. I looked up at him.

"Thank you," he said. "It's very nice."

"Your welcome," I said, relieved that he liked it. We sat in silence for a while before I decided to go. I didn't want it to be an awkward silence, and I didn't want to be there when the comfortable silence became awkward. "I better get going."

"Take care Tris. I'll see you around," he replied before driving away. As he was leaving, I thought I saw him smile, but I wasn't sure.

I made my way back inside while processing what had just happened. I was glad that he liked my gift, but I was still a bit disappointed by his reaction. I aimlessly twirled the chain of the necklace he gave me. I guess I couldn't have expected much from Four. He's a bit guarded. I decided it was time to call it a night, and hit the hay.

The next morning, which was Christmas morning, I was feeling nostalgic. I remember the days when Caleb and I would force our parents out of bed and rip all our presents open. Speaking of Caleb, he was coming over in about an hour, after he picked up my parents. I was excited to see them, especially because I haven't seen them in a while, I mean, they let me come move by myself over by the skating rink because it was my passion, and they knew it was the right thing. Caleb left too. It was a hard decision for them, and they couldn't move with us, or else they'd lose their jobs. They put us ahead of them, and did what they thought was the best for us.

I showered, and decided that I better order them some breakfast. I could try cooking, but I've been told that'll I'll kill someone if I served them what I cook. I mean, I don't think my cooking's that bad, but my parents say that they'd rather eat something cooked by an elephant. So, after I ordered pancakes from a local place, I brought down the presents I bought for them. I set them down by the small tree. Before leaving to pick up the takeout, I grabbed the black necklace Four gave me. I don't know why, but I felt like I should keep it with me. After I put it on, I heard the doorbell ring.

I ran down to the door and pulled it open. My parents and Caleb were standing there. I embraced them before letting them inside. My parents were wearing their Christmas sweaters since it was cold, but Caleb was just wearing a t-shirt.

"What's up with that?" I ask him, gesturing to his shirt.

"The cold never bother me," he replied. I smiled and followed him to the living room where my parents were, and then it hit me. I still didn't pick up our breakfast. And though my parents thinking my cooking is bad, they'd rather me cook than pick up take out.

Caleb was talking to my mom when I pulled his sleeve, effectively interrupting his conversation. He looked up at me, a slightly annoyed looked on his face.

"Caleb," I whispered "I need you to do a favor for me."

He turned to my mom. "I'll be right back," he said, before heading outside. I smiled at my mom as I followed him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Well, you know I suck at cooking, right?"

"By this point, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole world knew."

I glared at Caleb before continuing. "I ordered pancakes for breakfast and forgot to pick them up before you came over. I'll distract our parents, and you go get them Come in by the back door. It leads into the kitchen. Put the pancakes and other stuff on a plate and go throw away the boxes. I'll distract Mom and Dad. Can you do that for me?"

He only contemplated it for a second. "Of course," he replied.

"Then go," I said handing him the order information and then shoving him toward his car.

I walked back inside, and told my parents that Caleb had left to get something that he had forgotten.

"How have you been, Beatrice?" my mom, Natalie, asked

"I've been fine. Skating is so amazing. It makes me feel alive, like I'm doing what I'm meant to do. Plus, I got a skate partner," I replied.

"That's nice," my mom said.

My dad, Andrew, spoke up, "So, who's your partner?" he asked.

I glanced at the tree, which had filled up with the presents my parents brought, before responding. "His name is Four. He's a hockey player. He plays with Caleb on the Olympic hockey team. We got paired up by Anna, because someone asked her to have some pair skaters at her facility."

My dad still looked a bit suspicious, but my mom changed the topic. "You remember Marcus's son, right?"

"Yeah," I said. I remember him. Tobias Eaton. He was the most famous person from our town. A hockey player, and a good one at that. He was a hockey legend, they say until Four came by. He completely wiped Eaton off the radar. I haven't heard of him since, but I've always wanted to beat his record. To make my town proud, instead of being invisible to them. Caleb gets recognition for being a great player. He told me that Four looks a lot like Tobias, but he never left his house much. Me, I'm just the girl who left. More than that, I just want to make my parents proud.

"Why," I asked.

"Marcus hasn't heard from him since he left. The only way he heard about his son was through the sports news, but now that partner of yours replaced him, nobody's heard from him," my mom said.

"It's a shame," my dad added. "Marcus is such a good man. I don't know why he gets all of this pain. I remember after his son left, people accused him of beating his son. I mean, his son had already left him. He doesn't deserve this."

"Yeah, well I haven't heard of him, but I'll ask Four and tell you guys after," I said. I didn't care much for Tobias, but if my parents wanted to know, I could ask Four for them. I do owe them my life.

Then, Caleb entered through the door. "Let's eat," he said, and we all made our way to the kitchen and ate the takeout, which my parents assumed Caleb made. Mission accomplished.

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