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Recap: All the memories are just coming back to the front of my mind and I take a deep breath and shakily breathe out "Tobias." At the same time, he breathes out a shaky "Tris."

Tris P.O.V.

As we just stare at each other, Christina and Will don't know what to do. It seems as if Tobias and I are just taking each other in. As if this isn't actually happening. Will finally breaks the awkward silence by asking a stupid question, "So… you guys know each other?" I then hear a slap and I assume Christina slapped his arm or something.

That finally breaks us out of our ravine, and we look away. I awkwardly look at the ground and I try to stop the tears, I hope he didn't see. Tob-Four looks at Will with a slight glare. "Yeah we- "he starts "No! We don't know each other!" I scream frantically. I give Christina a warning look. She just looks confused, as Will just looks completely lost. I quickly look at Four as he huffed, quite loudly. "What's wrong with you?" I question.

He looks really surprised that I'm talking to him, I guess. Or maybe he is just shocked from the question and that it is directed towards him. "Can I-I talk t-to you for a minute?" he looks actually kind of nervous, but still anger lingers in his eyes.

"Hi, I'm Tris." I hold out my hand, anticipating a handshake. I smile, weakly. He looks very confused. But then he catches on and he looks sort of hurt. I wonder what that is about, he shouldn't be sad. He broke up with me.

He holds out his hand, and the second our hands touch, it was like the very first time. There is this tingling sensation that spreads through-out my entire body. He must have felt it too because he squeezes my hand before letting go. "Four." He politely nods. I have a feeling that this conversation isn't over, at least not for today. I look back to Christina and she pulls my arm and drags me off to the side, far enough where they won't be able to hear us.

"Tris, look, if I knew it would have been him, even the slightest bit, I wouldn't have dragged you here." She looks at me with some caution, as if I'll blow up, or turn into an emotional mess. Which I am, inside.

"I know, Chris. But maybe now I can finally get some answers out of him, this could be a good thing for me." I say.

"Tris, you really don't have to." She tries reasoning with eyes filled with sadness. I respect her for that, she doesn't want to have to deal with a heartbroken Tris again. Can't say I blame her.

"I deserve an explanation."

"But I just don't want you to go right back to him, if he tells you some sob story." She rolls her eyes at that idea.

"I need this, Chris. It might finally give me the answers that I need, to completely move on." She considers this for a moment.

"Fine Prior, but I'm not leaving this apartment, and neither are you."

"Deal." I take a few deep breathes, and she gives me a reassuring smile. I walk over to him, "Four, I think it'd be a good idea to leave these love birds alone for a little bit. Maybe we could go get to know each other. Since Christina is my ride home and it's raining. I don't really feel like walking home."

"I could always drive C- "I hear an 'oomph' and try not to crack a smile at Chris.

"Sure thing, Tris. Will, we will be in my room." He nods to Will and Christina and pulls my arm. Which I'm glad he didn't decide to pull my hand. I don't think I can risk it right now. With all my old feelings for him slowly creeping back up. Also my hands are getting sweaty. I'm really nervous about our chat. I don't know what is going to happen. I really don't. We walk in, and he lets go of my arm. He shuts the door and rubs the back of his neck. He used to do that when he was embarrassed or nervous. Looks like I'm not the only one. Good.

"Uh… sorry for the mess, I haven't finished unpacking." He looked like he wanted to say more, but I didn't push it. I sat on a chair, I couldn't sit on his bed. even if he hasn't slept on it yet. It was just wrong. Okay, now this was getting even more awkward. I decided that I should start the conversation, since it didn't look like he was going to.

"Four, huh?" I smirked.

"Yeah… uh it was my football jersey number." He frowned.

"Was?" I questioned. I wonder what happened, he loved football, that was his dream.

"I did football all four years, yeah. But I didn't want to do it as a career. I had a scholarship for those four years, as you may know." He looked down. "So I did football so I could save my money." He looked back up at me. "I saved money so I could get my own apartment, here, in Chicago. I wanted to start my own business. I would need all the money I could get. I met some guys back in California, who originally were from Chicago too. Small world huh?" he smiled at this. It seemed he was quite fond of these guys.

"They were my best friends, through-out college. Uriah and Zeke, are their names. Anyway they moved back to Chicago too and they're currently living with their parents. They're going to help me start up my business. But yeah, Zeke one day, he got fed up with me, 'cause I was pretty reckless through-out college. I would drink, and go out to parties and" he gulped and looked away, looking ashamed. "I would go through a lot of girls, to forget you know? I would do anything to forget." I breathed in deeply at this.

"I see now, that it was such a stupid thing to do, but I can't go back and change it now. So, one night I was drunk out of my mind and I stumbled into our apartment with two girls, clinging on to my arm. Zeke, of course, threw them out. He was so fed up with me, he was sick of me wasting my life, like that. I had already told him about how I wanted to start my business. He didn't want me to give up on this. He knew I could do it, if I really wanted to. The thing is, I didn't think I could. At least, not at the time. He knew I would lose my scholarship if I kept going into class with hangovers and being late. That was my freshmen year by the way. I wanted to forget everything. He started screaming at me but he had kept saying Four, is what I would lose. Like, I would be losing my scholarship, because that was my football number. So I would also be losing my last chance at the successful life I had always wanted. He kept yelling it, and he would call me that, whenever I was going to go talk to a girl, or if I would mess up. So Uriah started calling me it too, but he didn't know the real meaning behind it. But I told them one day to just call me that, I never liked Tobias, it is what Marcus calls me. I only, ever liked it when you called me it. I guess it kind of just stuck, after they called me it, everyone started to."

He could have just told me that Zeke started calling him that one night and it stuck. But he told me a lot more. It gave me more of an idea of how he was like. I don't like it. One thing he had said was stuck on replay 'I wanted to forget everything.' "What, exactly did you want to forget?" I asked him.

He sighed, "I wanted to forget everything Marcus did, you, Evelyn, just everything. I was so sick and tired of how messed up my head was." You.

"…Did it help?" he looked at me questionly. "Did drinking and the girls… help you forget?"

"Honestly?" I nodded. He sighed, "No, not really. I felt guilty every time I was 'with' a girl. I never had a real relationship with any of them. I never even bothered to learn their names. I was a prick. I don't think you would've liked me. I didn't even like me." I know I should feel something, anything. But all I feel is this empty feeling. I stare at him with no emotion. He sees that and tries to take the attention off him.

"How are you, Tris?" sad, mad, angry, stupid, depressed, empty.

"I've been better, Four." He winces.

"Can you please not call me that?" What does he expect me to call him?

"What should I call you then?" I ask begrudgingly.

"Tobias… only when we are alone, though." What?

"We won't be alone often, probably never, after this." He looks incredibly sad at this. I start to get mad.

"Why not, Tris? Can't we just start over?" he asks exasperated.

"Why not? Are you serious? You broke it off with me, without even trying the long distance! I told you that it wouldn't work! I fucking told you I didn't want to get hurt, Four! I knew if we would've just stayed friends during college, we could've stayed close but no! you just had to go and break my fucking heart.

And it hurts when you told me you were hooking up with girls left and right to forget about me! I was a part of your life, whether you like it or not. You should never try to forget about something that once gave you so much happiness. You moved on, when?! While we were still technically together? Or what? I hate you. You ruined my entire college experience! I should've been hooking up with hot sorority guys. I should've been out partying! I should've been reckless at times! I should've enjoyed my college experience. But no! I was still hooked on you. I was heartbroken, Four. I was so very sad.

You didn't even care enough to break up with me face to face. What were you in a bed with some 'girl' who you don't even remember when you texted me and I quote 'Sup Tris? Oh well I don't really care, actually. But, hey, so this long distance shit isn't going to work so we are over. Don't text back I'm busy.'

How much of a fucking coward were you? Was that just a glimpse of who you became in college? God! I can't even look at you without wanting to puke. You were such a fucking jerk. Is that how you were to other girls? That's so disgusting." I was getting dizzy after exploding like that. I didn't even realize I was crying, until he handed me a box of tissues. "Don't try to be a fucking gentleman now, Four" I spit out.

"I didn't know that you would be so heartbroken, Tris. I thought you would've gotten over me. I never got over you. Hell, it must seem like it because of those girls. But they didn't mean anything to me. not at all. They were just something to help pass the time. I'm a fuck-up, I know I am. Marcus only told me every day." He paused.

"But, Tris, you have to know that I care for you. I still do. I could've started my business in California. But I didn't want to. I wanted to be where you were." I was still fuming. How can he have the guts to tell me he still cares about me? "I knew it was a long-shot but I thought if I came back, I could get started on the business, and somehow find you and become friends." No, no. This isn't true. He wouldn't have ended it the way he did, if he actually cared about me. "I only ended it the way I did because I thought you would've moved on. Tris I'm not a good person. You made me better, you made me believe I could be a better man. But you weren't there with me, to tell me to stop or to tell me I was good enough."

"Four…"

"I'm not done, Tris." I didn't interrupt. He took it that he could continue, "The only thing going through my head was everything that Marcus has said to me." his voice got low. "I got a letter from my mom, Tris." I gasp audibly. I thought she was dead.

"I got it the day I got there. I don't know how she knew I was going there, but she did. And she's alive. She explained why she left. I was so mad. She just left me alone. With that- that monster. How could someone do that to their child, Tris? I wasn't worth it; I didn't want to hold you back. You deserved to enjoy college life. I thought you wouldn't have let me break up with you if you saw how painful it was for me to let you go."

He looked so lost, so sad. I didn't feel anger towards it. "I didn't know I still would've held you back. I'm sorry Tris. I really am. Is there any way you can forgive me?" He sounded hopeful, but he looked like he didn't want to get his hopes up.

"I think… that once I let everything settle in. I can think about this-us. I'll see what I think, and I'll let you know. I truly hope you've changed, that Zeke and Uriah have helped you. I'd like to meet them. I think I might like to try ad be friends, though. I'm just not quite sure at the moment. I need some time to think about everything. So can I have your number? So I can let you know?" I'm not sure if letting him back into my life will be a good thing or not. But I guess we will just have to see. I really hope I won't regret this.

"Yes, of course. Thank you so fucking much, Tris. For even considering it. We do still have a lot more to talk about. I bet you also have some more questions, for me. But we shall talk about that some other time." He smiled, a real smile. "It was so nice seeing you again, Tris. It helped me out, but not having to go door to door asking for a Tris Prior." We both smiled.

"Yeah, it was, Four." He still winced, but he didn't say something. He probably doesn't want to push his luck. Smart boy.

We walked out of his room and into the Livingroom. Christina and Will were snuggled on the couch. Christina was sound asleep. I sighed, I really didn't want to wake her. But I had to get home and think about everything Four told me. Will motioned me with his finger over to them. I walked over and he said "You can ask Four to take my car, and drive you home. I would, but as you see, I have a sleeping Chris on me." I knew Four would take up that offer in a heartbeat, and I didn't want to wake up Chris for her to just be cranky driving me home. So I just nodded and thanked him. I walked over to Four and handed him Wills keys.

He quirked an eyebrow at me as he started to smirk. "Oh, save it. Can you please just give me a ride home. I really don't feel like facing the wrath of a cranky Chris."

He just laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, sure Tris." We got into Will's car and he sighed. I looked over at him and I admired him. He was still such a Greek god. His jaw bone and cheek bones got even better over the years. He has a little scruff, which makes him look 10x hotter. His hair is curly and little pieces are flopped over on his forehead. And his lips. His pink, plump lips. The lower lips, being bigger. They look so kissable. No! Tris shut up! I look away before he notices I was staring. He turns on the radio, low, to not be disruptive. "I need to know where your apartment is. Do you mind telling me, or should I just go around town until you tell me to stop?" he smirks. I tell him, the faster I get home, the faster I can think clearly. "Back at the apartment…" he starts. I look over at him to see him looking at me and then back to the road. "When we were joking around, it was nice, you know? Like old times." I just sighed. I didn't answer him, I thought about it though.

We were joking around, it was nice. We could always joke around with each other. That's one thing I loved most about our relationship; we could always just be ourselves around each other. We were always so comfortable around each other. He pulls me out of my thoughts, "Hey, Tris this is your apartment, right?" he shook my arm. I thanked him and got out, he was already coming over to my side of the car.

"Uh… what are you doing?" I don't mean to sound rude, but I can't think over everything, if he is with me.

"I'm just walking you to your door, if that's is okay. Make sure you get in safe." He smiles shyly. It's cute to see him flustered, nervous. No! Tris, he isn't cute. He isn't anything, not yet.

"Sure, whatever, Four." I say, just to piss him off. His smile falters, slightly.

"Well, just call me, whenever you make up your mind." He says when we reach the elevator. He nods and walks back to his car. I just stand there until he drives off. I hear the doorman, Rick, clear his throat. I look at him and blush. He caught me staring at nothing. I quickly push the up button.

Once I get inside my apartment, I feed Lizzie, and prepare some lunch. It's about three o'clock. I don't usually eat lunch this late. So I make some of my own mac and cheese. So Chris and I can have some for dinner too. I make it homemade. I pour the noodles in, three different kinds, spaghetti, spirals, and shells. Then, while the noodles are boiling, I cook some turkey bacon, and bread crumbs. Once the noodles are boiled, I drain the water. I mix in a bunch of different cheeses, milk, and butter. Once that's done, I pour it into a big container, and add extra cheese. Lastly, I pour the breadcrumbs and chopped up bacon. Voila! I pour some onto a plate, and put the rest inside the fridge for later, so we can heat it up.

As I eat, I start to play back everything Tobias told me. I guess I can call him that in my head. Since I don't like who Four is. I liked who Tobias was. I honestly want to be friends with him. But could I really be friends with someone who plays girls? Does he still play girls like that? I don't want to be one of those girls. I'll have to figure out more about this. I guess I'm willing to try a friendship. If he can prove to me I'm not going to be one of those girls. So I call him.

His deep voice that I've missed so much, answers, "Hello?"

"HI, Tobias it's me, Tris." He gasps, he is probably shocked that I called him Tobias, or that I called him so soon. Ugh, I should've waited to call him. But I just wanted to get some answers.

"Wow, that was fast." I inwardly cringe. "Well?"

"uh… yeah, I wanted a few more answers, before I make my final decision." I tell him, honestly.

"Oh, of course, sure, what more do you want to know?" he asks gently.

"Well I want to know if you think of me as just one of those girls." I tell him bravely. He gasps audibly.

"God, no, Tris. How could you think that?" he sounds hurt. "Plus I already know your name." I could tell he only said that to not sound so hurt. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, Eaton." I could tell he had on a smirk, he always did when I called him Eaton. We would call each other by our last names when we had competitions. "I think, that, I'd like to try and be friends with you. But if you screw this up, I won't hesitate to cut you out of my life completely." I warned.

Tobias P.O.V.

"Of course, Tris." It was such a relief. I thought when I would see her again for the first time, it would be a lot later, first of all. But, I'm so glad that Will knew her, and brought her back into my life. I honestly thought she wouldn't let me explain myself. But, she did. She's such a rare girl. I don't think I ever particularly fell out of love with her. Seeing her again, even more beautiful than before, if that is even possible. It just brought back all the good, and the bad times. I realized how much I really did miss her.

We talked a little bit more, she agreed to come over tomorrow, with Christina and we all would go see a movie together. Than we were going to go out to a diner. Not a date. Even though I would way rather it be one. But she can't do that, which hurt, I'll admit it. But I understand it. I wish I could go back and take everything back, but I can't.

When she thought I was using her like all those other girls, it broke my heart. She is nothing like any of those girls, those girls were sluts, and only hooked up with hot guys, to tell people. She is so innocent, pure. Should I even be talking to her? I'm not good for her. I know I'm not, that's why I broke it off with her.

But, every day, I would look at my lock screen, which was a picture of us on our first date. Christina took it. We were just looking at each other. It was right when I came to pick her up. She looked gorgeous, she was wearing a light pink flowy dress, that ended mid-thigh. She had a jean jacket too. She had her hair natural, she only had on a little mascara. She looked breath-taking. You could tell I already loved her, by the look in my eyes. It is one of my favorite pictures of us. She looks like her shy self, with her cheeks a little rosy, with her infamous blush. I remember that first date; we were just playing twenty questions, except we had to try and answer for the other person.

Flashback:

"What's my favorite color?" I asked her for my next question.

"Orange!" she yelled out. She was so excited and giddy. She looked like a little kid, inside a candy store. She couldn't stop smiling, so I told her she was right. But between you and I, I never had a favorite color before that. Now I see orange in everything, I could probably live in it. She was super excited that she guessed that right.

Throughout the rest of the game, she never once stops smiling, neither did I.

I couldn't believe that it was me, me! who made her that happy, over what? Not usually what girls her age would be giddy about. She was excited that she guessed my favorite color!

End of flashback.

To this day, my favorite color is orange. I miss her all too much, she made me feel things, that I've never experienced. I know I screwed up, big time, but I will take forever, if that's how long it takes, to get her back. I will be friends with her, but I promise you, I will make her fall for me again. Because I never fell out of love for her. It feels like such a huge weight just got lifted from my shoulders. Now that I admitted to myself that I'm still in love with her, I can get her back.

Seeing her today, brought out all those feelings, now I'm feeling insecure, and I hate that she can still do this to me. But wait, what if she has a boyfriend? I have to call her, we need to talk some more, as friends, of course. I need to find out some information. So I call her. Come on, come on, answer.

"Hello?" her voice sounds groggy, shit! What time is it? It's only 4.

"Tired?" I tease.

"Oh, yeah, I must've fell asleep. What time is it?" I stifle a laugh.

"It's one a.m." I deadpan.

"What!?" she shrieks. I can't help it, I start laughing. A full on laugh, I haven't done this in- since I was with Tris. Wow.

"I'm – kidding, it- it's only f-four" I say in between laughs.

"Don't do that to me, oh my god!" I keep laughing.

"My bad, Prior."

"anyway, why'd you wake me up from my beauty sleep?" right. I almost forgot. I sober up from my laughing fit, finally.

"Well, I think we should catch up, like before the movies. Just you and I. you know catch up on everything that gone on all these years." I ramble on.

"Sure, Tobias. Sounds good, I was actually thinking the same thing." I smile

"If you want to come over, we can talk." She suggests.

"Sure thing, that'll give Will and Christina some time." She laughs, I smile.

"Yeah so come over whenever."

"I'll leave in five minutes."

"Alright, see you soon."

"Bye." We hang up. I get out of my bed, I change into some jeans and into a black shirt, with my sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I throw on some cologne and more deodorant, I'm already sweating. I'm nervous, to be around her. I guess I'm nervous for rejection. I shake my head and run my hand through my hair a few times.

Once I get to her apartment I look at myself in the mirror and tell myself "I'm a man, you're a man!" to give me some confidence. I really hope no one saw that. Once I buzz up and she lets me in, I get even more nervous. There's actual butterflies in my stomach, yes, guys get those too. I take a deep breath and go into the elevator. Good thing there isn't anyone else in here. I think I might be shaking; enclosed spaces are one of my few fears. That's what I usually avoid them at all costs. But Tris only lives on the fifth floor. Once the doors open, I can finally breath again.

She opens her door, and she looks breathtaking. Even though, she looks like she woke up from a nap, about 20 minutes ago, which she did. She is wearing black jeans and a Chicago Blackhawks shirt. "I thought we could talk and maybe watch the game together, they're playing Sharpie, and Oduya's team tonight." She seems shy, good, it's not only me.

"Yeah, I've tried to keep up with them, through-out the years. They're still my favorite hockey team." We smile at each other.

"So what'd you want to talk about?" she asks, with genuine interest.

"Just everything, random facts, relationships, hobbies, you know, anything that's changed over the years." I try to say nonchalantly. But she did quirk an eyebrow when I said relationships.

"Relationships, huh? I thought you didn't have any." Shoot.

"Yeah you're right, I didn't. but what about you?" Her mouth forms an o.

"I mean, I've been on dates, but no, I've never been in a relationship." I gasp

"You mean to tell me that you haven't been with anyone since me?" she looks kind of mad. Uh oh.

"Yeah, well unlike you, I only am with people who actually mean something to me." she sneers. I screwed up, again.

"I know, I'm sorry, just to clarify, you are single, right?" she looks up from the floor, quickly.

"W-what w-why would y-you want to know t-that?" she is nervous. I give her a quick smirk.

"I'm just wondering, Tris." I wink at her. I mentally fist the air. SHE'S SINGLE!

We talked the entire night. I've learned so much more about her. I'm glad she was willing to talk to me tonight. I've learned that her favorite color is indeed orange. I don't know if that is because of what happened on our first date, or just a coincidence. But we still have so much in common, I love it.

I'm never open, to anyone. Not even these random facts, that I told Tris about tonight. The Hawks won, 4 to 2. She had warmed up some magic mac and cheese, that she claimed to make earlier. It tasted like Heaven, if that didn't get me even more hooked on her, I don't know what will.

Right now, she has fallen asleep on my shoulder. I will wake her up in a little while or bring her to bed. but for now, I'd really like to enjoy this feeling of comfort. My heart is filled with so much joy. She is made for me, she was in high school, she is now. She just hasn't realized it yet. It will take time for her to forgive me, but it will be worth the wait. With those thoughts, I drift off to sleep with a heartfelt smile on my face.