Hey all! I can update a TON now, i got a new computer and i am soooooo happy! one of my reviewers asked why Tris was so mad, and it was because her initiates weren't respecting her now that they know about her and Four, cause they think it's kind of an immature move to just spring it on them now. I'm reaaaaaaaally sorry guys, but this fanfiction story will come to an end in less than five chapters, but don't worry, i'll start a new one.

love y'all,

qwerty

Tris P.O.V:

I wake up to the pleasant smell of aftershave and the unpleasant scream of my alarm.

Well, you can't have it all.

I slap my alarm, heaving a sigh.

Visiting day.

I roll out of bed, yawning, and pull a sweatshirt out of my drawer. "Tobias!" I yell, slapping his arm. "Wakey wakey! You're going to meet my parent who will hate you with all their guts!"

He mutters something that sounds a lot like, "I'll pass."

"No, mister, you won't." Then a thought occurs to me:

"Caleb's gone!" I do a little victory dance. "He left last niiiiiiiiiighhhhhttt!"

Tobias doesn't move. "I can do better than this..." I mutter, running to the bedside table. I grab a cup full of room temperature water and dump it on Tobias's face. He shoots upright, snatching my wrist. I intake breath sharply, trying to twist my way out of his grasp. But Tobias is strong, and he's mad, and his fingers are unaffected by my attempts to dislodge them.

I don't know how it happens, but suddenly we're laughing.

His wet hair brushes against my cheek. It's long, I realize. Almost too long to be abnegation unless you knew he meant to cut it like that. It's nearly past the tips of his ears. Well, Plan B down the drain.

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Twenty minutes later we're walking down the hall, hand in hand. I'm wearing a tight fitting black v-neck with some rock band or other printed on it. Christina gave it to me for my seventeenth birthday. I'm also wearing black skinny jeans tucked into dark combat boots. The shirt shows off my newest tattoo, a serpent twining around my first finger, and up my arm, where it stops around my shoulder, spitting flames up to the back of my ear.

it's totally radical.

But despite Tobias's reassuring grip, I'm still nervous, and we get to the pit all too soon.

Parents, siblings and friends are already forming a sizable crowd, and it's hard to pick out person from person.

But then I see them. It's a mix of dread and happiness mixing inside of me and rising up my throat as I break away from Tobias and run to my parents. My mother sees me first. I throw my arms around her, and she stumbles back a little bit. "Oh," I exclaim, "sorry. I guess I don't really know how strong I am."

My mother smiles warmly at me, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "I missed you," she hesitates, "Tris."

One check. But there's still my father. I turn to him and take a deep breath. And then I hug him, and the smell of pressed suits and cologne envelopes me. He lets me go, a little too fast, possibly, and holds me at an arm's length, taking in what I assume has to be my tattoos. and then he drops his hands entirely, and as if that wasn't enough, he wipes his hands on his khakis.

My heart shatters into a billion pieces that prick my chest when I breathe.

"So..." I say, trying to keep my voice from cracking. "I, um... wanted you to meet someone."

No going back now.

As if on cue, Tobias walks up behind me, taking my hand behind my back and squeezing it apologetically.

"Mom, Dad... this is my boyfriend, Tobias.

Cliffhanger! Sorry guys, but I couldn't resist. Be updating soon!

qwerty