Tris POV:
Tobias and I finish clearing off my mirror. I have no idea why I cried. It was so unlike me. I just missed my family. I shouldn't have, but I did anyway. I am a whole new person now.
"Tris, shouldn't you be leaving by now?" asks Tobias. Crap. It's 7:13. And I haven't even eaten dinner yet. Coincidentally, right then, my stomach chooses to growl. Tobias smirks, wipes his hands on his pants, and says that he'll get dinner.
"Crap. I need to go now. Christina gets super pissed when I'm late. Thanks Tobias, but I think I'll just go over to Christina's. There's bound to be food at Zeke's anyways." I respond politely, "You can stay here if you want. Though there's nothing here, really." Tobias chuckles and I take my clothes out of my duffel bag and put a cute top, skinny black jeans, and leather boots in it.
"Have fun with your makeup," he tells me as we part ways, "Although you'll look great anyways." I kiss his cheek playfully and when I pull away, he groans, asking for more. I smirk and skip down the hallway to Christina's.
Christina POV:
I hear knocks on the door, right as Will pulls me closer to him to deepen our kiss. "If that's not Tris, I'm gonna go right to her apartment and ram my fist down her throat-" I start. Will laughs and I get up to answer it, "Oh. good. Hi Tris. I was just talking about you." She looks at me weirdly and I go into the kitchen. Tris says hello to Will and dumps her duffel bag on the ground, "I suppose you're hungry so I made Will go and get 4 burgers," Tris thanks us and Will picks up a burger, muttering 'finally', but before Tris and I eat I'm going to curl her hair and then mine. She sits down and I start brushing her hair, "So, how are things?"
"Fine," she says, dismissively.
"Tris, can we talk girl-to-girl?"
"Yeah, anytime."
"Is everything all right with you and Four?"
"Yeah."
"Then what is wrong?"
"Christina, your Candor side is showing," I press my lips together and focus on her hair. Tris starts talking again, "Sorry. It's just that Peter snuck into my apartment and spray painted the bathroom mirror saying that I don't belong here and that I need to go to hell."
I widen my eyes, "What? How'd he get in?!"
"Don't know, don't care. Probably Eric gave him a spare to taunt me."
"Tris, we should go to Max or a leader who will listen."
"Christina, what's done is done. Tomorrow, I'll get a new lock or a bolt."
"Okay, if you insist. Will! Can we get our burgers?"
Will says, "Of course, honey!" He walks up with them, "Ooh, dinner in the bathroom, very professional."
"Shut up," I say playfully. He smiles and goes back to watching a basketball game or some Erudite programming, "Okay, Tris, your hair is done. Now for your makeup." Tris groans and mutterss something about just biting into a burger and I smile, "Come on, Four will love it."
Unfortunately, she has a comeback, "He told me ask I was walking here that I will look good either way," she says while smirking. I roll my eyes and continue with her makeup.
Fourty minutes later, I am done with both Tris' and my makeup and hair, "And now for our outfits!" I say, regal-like. Tris groans, "Come on! The party starts in 5 minutes! What outfit did you bring?" I say. Tris tosses me her duffel bag. It has a hideous top with a pair of black corduroy jeans and leather boots. I toss it behind me. Tris almost cries out, but I stop her, "Relax! Luckily I have bought everything you need! I have matching outfits in both your size and mine! It'll look so cute!"
I shove her into the bathroom and have her change. I go change behind the bed. When Tris comes out, her arms are crossed and Will looks at her sympathetically.
"We look like sluts," she whines.
"Yes, but we are the most gorgeous sluts to walk the earth!" I squeal. Will is laughing but I think that we look lovely, "Will, go to Zeke's. I hear that they need extra people to help set up." Will looks at me weirdly, but I glare at him and point towards the door.
Our beautiful outfits consist of shirts with ruffles that show of Tris' ravens and hide the fact that she has little cleavage, with black skinny jeans and stiletto leather boots. Our hairs are curled and in high ponytails. We have tons of makeup and bright red lipstick.
"Tris, you look fine. Four will love it and Will did," Tris looks at me funny, but I ignore it and keep talking, "We'll be late anyways, so let's go!"