GUYS I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG AND I FEEL LIKE BAE
BAE= POOP IN DANISH
OR SHIT IN MY BOOK
Anyway I have been so busy with school and stuff so UGH
I AM FAILING SPANISH WHICH IS STRANGE BECAUSE I AM LIKE A FOURTH MEXICAN AND ALL MY FRIENDS ARE MEXICANO
I ONLY KNOW CUSS WORDS IN SPANISH
CATSO (Italian -)
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Chapter XXVI. The Plan
FOUR
When she comes around, she is panting. "I know the simulation isn't real," she says in between breaths.
"You don't have to explain it to me, Tris," I reply grimly. "You love your family; you don't want to shoot them. Not the most unreasonable thing in the world."
She looks down, a wave of guilt washing over her face. Actually, it doesn't look like she just had a guilt trip, it's like she had a guilt expedition. "In the simulation is the only time I get to see them," she explains, scraping at her nail beds.
I sit down in the stool, my chest facing the back of the chair so my body is positioned in her direction. I try my best to not stare at her lips.
Oh, her perfect soft lips. How they were consistently turned upward yesterday when she was with Lynn and Uriah and Marlene. How she held my hand with her delicate, smooth fingers.
I stare at the ground, my heart rate slowly increasing. Why has this girl have me wrapped around her finger? I ask myself. And why am I so intrigued by her beauty, her personality, her everything? Her soft and kind voice snaps me back to reality, away from dreamy thoughts. "I miss them. Do you miss your family?"
"No," I say coldly, and look down. "I don't…" I will myself to control it, but my fists somehow end up clenching. "But that's unusual."
She gets up from the chair and walks over to the door. She puts her hand on the knob, hesitates, and turns around and looks me in the eyes. I hold her gaze. Her eyes are hauntingly beautiful. A light blue ocean with a storm of gray clashing with the waves. Suddenly, before I can say anything—stupid or not—she turns the knob and sprints out of the room. I spin around in the chair and lean back. I close my eyes and let out a deep, heavy sigh.
TRIS
Even though the temperature of the Pire isn't that low, I have a shivering feeling in my bones. I cross my arms over my chest and rub my hands up and down my arms.
The haunting image of my mother's head whipping back from the impact of my bullet is still imprinted in my head.
Since I am done with simulations, I am off for the rest of the day. I think about finding Christina and Will and third-wheel it, but thanks to Peter, they are quite skeptical of me. And Al; I am not good at being Abnegation and understanding people. But I'm not Abnegation. At least, not anymore, according to my aptitude test results. I sigh, and touch the black bandage from Zeke with a finger. The white print of the Dauntless flames stare back at me.
I might go hang out with Uriah and Marlene and Lynn, but I wouldn't want to disrupt the foundation of Urilene forming. Lynn's already kinda doing that, but she's chill, and was not suspected to like Uriah.
I shake it off, and decide to lone it for the rest of the day.
-o0o-
"Hey!" A familiar high-pitched voice rings. I look up from my comfortable position of sitting crisscross on my bed. I am the only one in the room, which makes me feel much safer than being alone in the room with Peter and his followers.
I meet the dark brown eyes of Marlene. She stands by the exit, hands behind her back and legs crossed awkwardly. I look behind her for either Uriah or Lynn, but there's no one else.
The first thing that comes to mind is: Why would Marlene, who hated me before finding out about her and Uriah's little skinny love? And two: Lynn separated from Marlene? Impossible.
"Uh," I stutter, realizing that I've been staring at her for at least half a minute, "Sit down," I pat the open space next to me and scoot over a few inches.
"Thanks," she gives me a smile. She accepts my offer and sits with her legs hanging off the side, the heels of her combat boots bent at a strange angle because of the low elevation of the Dauntless initiate beds—if they were even beds, they were spring-mattresses with metal bars for the edges.
We sit in such an uncomfortable silence for a little too long that I burst out laughing. She raises her thin right eyebrow. "What?"
"I'm sorry," I say, wiping a tear from my eye. "This is just so uncomfortable, like we're complete strangers being forced to be locked in one room for the rest of our lives."
She joins in my laughter, her laugh happy and bubbly, like her personality. "So I know that we didn't exactly get along at first—"
"I agree," I playfully cut her and she grins. "But," she continues, "Now we do. It's all my fault, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
"Yeah," I start. "It's okay. But you shouldn't just start to assume," I begin to say a joke that the Dauntless would say to one another after resolving their fights in school with the help of an Amity guidance counselor. "It puts the 'ass' in 'me' and 'u'!" I grin, and she cracks up.
"Yeah, I know. And I'm sorry for that." She turns her body so that we are both sitting crisscross on my bed, facing each other.
"Forgive me?" There is a twinkle in her eyes, and I haven't noticed until now up-close that she has a certain color to her eyes that just makes them unique. "Yeah," I smile, and she returns the favor with a big Amity one. "You know, I never noticed until now up close that your eyes are really colorful," I motion to the various shades of brown, little hints of green, and the smallest fragment of blue swirling in her eyes.
"Oh yeah," she says. "Thanks. I was born with heterochromia eyes," My mouth parts. "Cool!" She leans in, eyes squinted and nose scrunched up, examining my face like an Erudite. "What are you doing." I state the question unlike one, almost laughing at her facial expression.
"Aha!" she exclaims, leaning back and face back to normal. I raise an eyebrow. I have been too busy to realize how alike Marlene and I are; If a random Dauntless member walked in right now, they'd think that we're best friends. "You have heterochromia eyes too!"
"Me? With these plain gray things?" I playfully scoff. "Nope."
"Nooo!" She says. "You have blue and gray eyes, with the slightest hint of orange in them! You have eyes like me!"
"I don't believe you," I have always had plain eyes. Well, it's kinda the only thing plain about me.
She groans and reaches into her back pocket, and pulls out a mini mirror similar to the one Christina has. "Christina gave it to me,"
"Of course," I say, laughing. I reach under my bed, and pull out a matching black mirror with the Dauntless flames bedazzled on it.
She makes me stare at my eyes and I obey, and until now I do notice that there are the smallest hints of orange in my eyes.
"Whoa," I say. "You're right!"
She smiles widely. "Twinsies!" she squeals.
"Twinsies!" I respond, laughing.
"So I really came here for advice." She says after our laughter has died down a bit. I almost drop my mirror in the process of putting it back in my bin. "Me?" I jab a finger into my chest. "Advice?!" I ask, with a look of surprise on my face.
"Yep," Marlene says, popping the p. "Now that Uriah and I found out that we like each other, I don't know how to go about it. Things are so awkward between us! And everyone can tell! I mean, even Lynn has been keeping her distance from us!"
"Whoa," I say wide-eyed. "This is serious."
"This is serious." She repeats.
An idea starts to form in my head the way a storm begins to brew. "Hey, when did you guys first meet?"
"Age three at the zipline tower with our parents and siblings. Why?" She quirks a brow.
"No reason." I stray away from the topic.
"Okay, so maybe you guys should start dating?" I offer. I'm not good at comforting or advice-giving.
"Actually, that's not such a bad idea!" she exclaims, a happy spark in her gleaming eyes and her smile so big her pearly-white teeth shine.
I raise my eyebrows. "It isn't?"
"No! It's not at all!" She shakes my shoulders. "But he needs to ask me…"
I shrug. "How about it Dauntless style?" I suggest. "Make it a dare during Candor or Dauntless?"
"No!" she yells. "Sorry. It's just that," she stammers. "I want it to be special."
I understand where she's coming from. She's a hopeless romantic. I don't interest myself in romance after my innocence was lost, but I do believe in true love. A part of my brain screams "Four" and I shake my head to clear the thoughts. Not right now, I tell myself. I am trying to help a friend with her crush.
"Okay…" I think for a moment. Then a light bulb pops in my head and I gasp. "I GOT IT!" I shout, shooting up on my feet and falling off of the bed. "Oww!"
Marlene bursts out laughing and hops off the bed, helping me up. "I think I dislocated my shoulder," I exaggerate, running a hand over my injured shoulder gently. Marlene just laughs. We resume our positions and I talk about my idea. "Okay. So I tell Uriah to ask you out, since he really has been wanting to but is too afraid to know how. He's probably thinking of a Candor or Dauntless game, but we don't want that, right?" I say, stating every single fact like an Erudite.
Maybe my test results weren't that off.
"Right," she agrees.
"So I could tell him to use his idea but instead of just plain-out asking you to go out with him in front of everybody, sitting down and probably wasted, he'll stay sober and you two will leave somewhere and he will then ask you romantically!" I snap my fingers.
"I love it!" she squeals, the spark in her eyes turning into a fire. "So you'll talk to him?"
"Yep, and I won't mention a thing of our conversation. This is a flawless plan." I probably have a look of realization on my face because Marlene looks worried. "What?"
"I feel like the Dauntless matchmaker," she bursts out laughing.
"Yep. So wait, where would we be going?"
I wink at her. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
"Trissy!" she complains.
"It's a secret."
"Ugh, fine, but you'll talk to him, right?"
I groan playfully. "Yes, master, I will talk to Uri."
"Yay! Thanks so much, you're the best Tris!" she wraps her arms around me so tight that I swear my breathing is cut off. "I. Can't. BREATHE!"
"Oops, sorry!" She pulls back. "I'm just so excited!" her voice is squeaky and high-pitched, and she's shaking with happiness. "I know, I am too!" I squeal loudly.
And then I realize. "Oh my god."
"What?!" she asks, concerned.
"I sound like Christina."
THIS IS A FLAWLESS PLAN. (Said in the way of my favorite youtubers I Am Wildcat, VanossGaming, Lui Calibre, those people)
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