I'm doing two updates in one day :p ~savingpoppunk

"Dad do I really have to go?" I groaned.

"Yes Beatrice now get up!" Dad yelled from my doorway.

I pulled myself out of bed falling off my bed in the process. I picked myself up and walked into my bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was small for a 12 year old. I sighed and brushed my hair out and pulled it into a tight bun. I brushed my teeth before walking out of the bathroom and to my closet.

I opened the door and took a step into the walk in closet that you couldn't really walk into. I stripped off my pyjamas and put on the dress I was supposed to wear 2 years ago but I still just fit into it.

I slid on the plain black dress with thin straps, a black sweater, and black flats.

I walked out of the closet and downstairs where I found Caleb and my dad standing by the front door in black suits.

I stood in front of my mom's grave. "Why do people do these kind of things? What's it called again?" I asked a little too loud.

"They're called memorials." Caleb pointed out.

There weren't many people here. I guess not many people were at her actual funeral either, but I wouldn't know, because I didn't go. Only her closets friends and a few family members were here.

"This sucks." A kid standing beside me said.

I looked over at him. He was Marcus Eaton's son. Tobias.

"No kid wants to show up at their own mothers funeral." He said.

He was my age or like 5 months older, but I didn't like him, he was kinda jerky actually. He was in my year, but his parents are or were close with mine. He lost his mom not too long ago and we went to his mom's funeral.

"I didn't go to my mom's" I huffed.

"You went to my mom's" he said.

"I was forced." I said harshly, rolling my eyes. I didn't want to talk to this kid. I didn't talk to him in school or anywhere else, why would I talk to him here?

"Listen Tobias I don't really want to talk to you okay?" I said turning to him. He looked back at me. His eyes were blue, not just blue but this really amazing blue.

"I know what you're going through, but hey maybe someday we will get along?" He asked smiling.

"Tris?" Tobias asked snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I looked over at him and smiled.

"What's going on with you lately? You've been in and out of daydreams or something." He said.

"You were right." I said, my smile widening.

"Sure..." He said turning his attention back to the TV.

I put my hand on the side of his face and turned his attention towards me. "The day of my mom's memorial." I told him

A small smile made its way on his face. I grinned and placed my lips on his.

I pulled away first and looked at Tobias with all seriousness. "I've been thinking." I said.

His face changed quick. "What?" He said.

"I'm thinking about dropping out of college." I said.

He sighed and stood up and walked to the little kitchen that was connected to the living room.

"I don't want to but I don't think I can concentrate that well after this summer." I said standing. School was about to start up again. My birthday was a few weeks ago.

"Tris I know." Tobias said.

"You go to college if you want to, but I think I can't." I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"Tris, I'm not going if you're not." He said running a hand through his hair.

"Tobias-"

"Ill worry too much about you." He said.

I sighed and sat back down on the couch. "Tobias you deserve to get an education." I said putting my head in my hands.

"You do too." Tobias said.

I layed on my back and looked at the ceiling.

"Will you marry me someday?" I heard Tobias ask quietly.

I sat up quickly. "Did I hear you correctly?"

He nodded. I smiled. "I sure will."