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Four POV:
The first thing that crosses my mind is how she knows about Marcus. Just as I am about to ask a look of shock crosses her face and she sprints off not acknowledging me screaming after her.
I run a hand through my hair and decide to follow her. When I finally find her she is in a park near school sitting on a bench looking like she wants to cry but is pushing the tears away.
I slowly walk over to her and put a hand on her shoulder but she pushes it aside lazily but staying on the bench not moving.
"How do you know about Marcus?" I ask her, saying Marcus with distaste.
"And of I refuse to answer?" She asks in return.
"Then I'll wait. I can't force you to do something your not comfortable with. I'm not nor ever will be like that. Then maybe when your ready I will tell you some of my secrets and trust me I have a lot." I say looking down laughing half heartedly.
Just as I am about to turn around and leave she asks, "Have you ever have a sense of loneliness like your lost?" She asks fidgeting with her fingers.
"Of course I have but then I realized that we're never really alone. We just never see the amazing people trying to get through to you. Like I said earlier I was like you once. Closed off, trying to protect yourself from getting hurt. When really you can't protect yourself from getting hurt by yourself you need people you can trust to help protect you from people who will hurt you."
"But you wanna know how I got over that feeling?" She nods her head slowly.
"I met the group of friends that are trying to get through to you but you built your walls so high we can't get through."
"I'm trying but it never seems to work. Nothing ever seems to work with me."
"Okay so we'll start little by little then. You can first start hanging out with me then you can work your way up to the rest of the gang."
She seems to contemplate this in her head until finally she stands up and sticks out her hand which I just push aside and wrap her in a hug. At first she seems startled and but eventually hugs back wrapping her arms around my waist. She winces when I give her a small squeeze but I just brush it off.
"Step one. Get used to hugs there gonna happen a lot around here." I say to her smiling at the electricity I felt when we touched.
"Oh really now?" She says crossing her arms over her chest smiling.
"Now I might have the withdraw from our deal." She says teasingly.
"Yeah right you might've just met me but you love me anyway."
"As if."
Then I sneak around her and wrap my arms around her waist from behind and tickle her. She smiles and starts laughing and giggling.
"Are you sure you want to back out?"
She somehow wheezes out between laughs "Okay... I am... not so... sure now."
I immediately stop tickling her and say, "I thought so."
"See Tris your already warming up to me. Now you have to get used to a whole group of people."
"Yeah I know." She mumbles.
"I have a question for you Four."
"Fire away."
"How do you know Marcus?"
"And if I refuse to answer?" I reply mimicking her in a sickly sweet voice.
"Touché"
Why did I let my guard down for a girl? I spent years building my walls just to let them fall for a girl I just met. Wow if that's the case then I never had any walls to begin with. If I had really had built any walls Tris wouldn't have been able to slide through so easily. But it's too late to back out now. I realize I really have changed since I met the game. Now I want to do the same for Tris I am determined to slip past her walls just as she did mine or what's left of my walls.
Tris deserves someone who can understand her to look after her. No matter how much see denies it she needs someone to rely on whether its me or someone else. I don't care but someone like her needs a shoulder to cry on. Just looking in her eyes you can tell she's been through more than most. She may think she's hiding it very well but not from me because I tried for years to mask my pain and I know that expression all too well to be tricked like that again.
After that it is nothing but silence and we are both sitting in the bench watching the kids play around laughing and smiling. I wish my childhood could've been like that.
Tris POV:
As I watch the kids play I can't help but wish my tween hood (AN: Is that even a thing?) or whatever was like that. I wish I could remember my parents, the people who gave me life. I wish I could remember Caleb more than what little I remember now and all the fun times we might've had. I wish I knew how Four knows Marcus. I wish Marcus and Peter weren't such dicks.
But I should know better than to wish for something impossible. Why did I agree to become friends with Four? One step forward two steps back right? Sometimes life can be this big bowl of suck and you just need someone to lift you up. Maybe that someone will be Four.
AN: I know its short and crappy but it's all I got so far I have so much going on. Read my other story by the way!
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