Christina's Pov

Last night was amazing I feel like a little kid in a candy store. But the only bad thing is he said he loves me which I'm happy about, but I didn't say it back. I can tell he was hurt but I was tongue-tied. I couldn't spit it out. I love him but I just can't say it. I wake up before he does. I'm an early bird and ever since what happened with my mom and my sister I've been losing more sleep.

I do bad. I feel like I shouldn't be happy. I should be fighting to get my sister back but I can' reasons.

A.) My father put a restraining order on me to stay 50ft away from her.

2.) I just can't a afford a trip all the way to Rio right now.

I know my mom would want me to be happy but I just feel like I'm being selfish. I get up and get some frosted flakes with marshmallows. It's really good. I start eating. I wonder where Tris is I would have heard her come in by now. Maybe she took my advice which is new if she did. Then I see Uriah waking up. I run and get on top of him. He smiles.

"Hey, love." He says. His voice sounds husky. He just called me love.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey, I just noticed something." He says.

"What?" I ask.

"I don't know your favorite candy or your favorite color." He says.

"Me either," I say.

"Okay let's play a game, we'll each ask a question then we both have to answer." He says. I nod.

"Favorite candy," I ask.

"Reese's." He says

"Twizzlers."(sorry if I didn't spell it right.)

"Color." He asks.

"Pink," I say proudly.

"Gray." He says.

"Um movie," I ask.

"The Avengers duh and yours Titanic." He says. I kiss him. He's so cute. He kisses back, I rustle his hair. He groans quietly, I pull him closer still on top of him.

Tris's Pov

You know where I'm at. I'm at the library reading romcom stories. Which just means romantic-comedy. It helps me think about my problems I guess. I'm just so lost right now. I know I would probably forgive Tobias but I keep grudges. Maybe I wasn't ready for a boyfriend, who just so happens to be 3 yrs older than me. In one of the books I'm reading it says "age is just a number and if you really love each other it wouldn't matter the age."

I understand it just fine but age is important. Okay, maybe I should go talk to him. But he still really hasn't told me why was she and him hanging out. I'm going to go talk to him. I put 10 books back on the shelf. It's a 24 hour library. I read all of them. Each 300 pages or more which isn't bad. I grab my bags and coffee and walk out. I get in the car and drive to his apartment. He still has one more yr of college left.

When I get there my palms are sweaty and I'm really tired but the coffee is keeping me going. I get out the car, I look like a hot mess. I'm in gray sweats with black converse. My hair is in a messy bun and I'm 99% sure there bags under my eyes. I get to his apartment, I knock on Tue door and when it opens...

A fucking girl in an over-sized t-shirt answers.

Edited(6/18/18)