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Uriah= Gary Rojas
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1~17~2015
Chapter XXVIII. Plan Gone Wrong… Or Not
URIAH
I don't have to be Erudite to know that we aren't at our destination. Well, that's one faction I didn't get in my aptitude test, at least. I release Marlene gently and attempt to pry open the elevator doors. I grunt in effort and the doors only move an inch or two apart. I peer through the small opening, and just see a concrete wall.
Shit.
Her eyebrows ruffle. "Is something wrong?"
"Heh, no," I say nervously. I mean, it's not like we're stuck between floors or something.
Shit, shit, shit.
"Okay, Marlene," I try my best not to hyperventilate.
"Hmm?" She hums with her perfect lips, coated with a light pink.
"I need you to do something for me. Just do what I say, okay?" I'm glad that she can't see how red my face is; that kinda sounded dirty.
Her eyebrows scrunch together. "Um, sure."
I smile slightly. "You'll see. Just trust me."
"Okay. I do."
I look up, trying to reach the emergency escape door on the ceiling. Even on my tiptoes, I can't reach it.
So I just do what it's in my instinct to do. I place one leg on the right wall, and use momentum to put my left leg on the other one. My legs ache and I position my hands so I won't fall.
"Uriah, what are you doing?" Her heavenly voice rings.
"Nothing," I mumble, my muscles shaking. I need to lay off either a: weights, or b: Dauntless cake.
Zeke would go with the latter, but I'm only heavy due to muscle.
I carefully bring my right arm up and twist the handle, and I push forward with strong force.
Once the hatch is propped open, I look down, trying to activate the Erudite in me to figure out how to get down without making the elevator cable snap.
Well, not sure I got any, hehe.
I drop a leg and place it on the floor, and the pose I'm striking pains me. Once safely on the floor (as safe as I could get inside this flying deathtrap), I take a breather.
"Uricake, you okay?" I grin. "Just dandy."
My head turns to the elevator wall where Marlene stands twiddling her fingers, when I notice the ladder attached to the wall next to her.
Oh my Gaawww…
I facepalm.
I grab the ladder and take the time to look up from under the emergency exit and see my original destination, estimating it to be about seventeen feet up. Luckily, the ladder can be expanded to thirteen and a half feet.
I hold Marlene's hand and carefully guide her to the first step, placing her small build in front of my chest.
"Okay, Marlene, you need to climb the ladder," I say, worried about her doing so blindfolded.
I contemplate on ruining the surprise in exchange for her definite safety.
I could either make the moment less romantic, or risk losing her.
Forever.
"Wait," I say wincing, as a small part of me regrets it.
"Hmm?" She asks, her foot on the first step. I step untie the blindfold and put it in my pocket.
She whips her head around at me, a worried look on her face. "Uriah, where are we?"
I bite my lip. "I can't tell. Let's just say that we aren't where I want to be."
"Kay," she says. The way she speaks, so brave and confident. It makes me grin. "Just climb. Carefully," I emphasize the word "carefully."
We are in a small metal box hanging a hundred or so stories off the ground.
I hold in a small hysterical chuckle.
She slowly makes her way up the ladder.
I can hear her gasp, and I almost sock myself for putting us both in this position.
I follow her up the ladder, light on my toes. When I reach the top, my heart almost breaks at the sight of her bug-eyed, looking slightly over the edge.
I get down on my knee, and cuff my hands together. "Step on my knee, and climb out."
She bites her lip, which I must admit, is quite hot. I gulp as she steps onto my knee, and will away the hormones.
She carefully stands up, her hands squeezing my shoulders. I focus my eyesight on the wall behind her.
Her knees shake, and I curl an arm around her waist, another around her back leg, as she places a foot on my shoulder.
From there, she should be strong enough to climb out. I keep my head straight and neck stiff, and the only way I can tell that she is up on the rooftop and safe is when the light weight disappears from my shoulders.
I sigh, and whisper, "Thank you God,"
I reach up and pull myself up from the edge of the hole on the rooftop that Zeke cut a long time ago.
I strain my muscles and a dainty hand grabs my arm, pulling me up. "Thanks," I pant.
Marlene looks at me with warm eyes.
I stand up and help her up to her feet.
We stare at each other for a few seconds, but when her lips open to form words, I place a finger on them. I walk behind her and grab the cloth from my pocket, and tie it back around her head.
"What a—" she begins to say, but I untie the blindfold and step in front of her.
I smile nervously. "Surprise! Heh…"
TRIS
"Tris, don't make me freaking ask it again, WHERE ARE THEY AND WHAT ARE THEY DOING WHAT THE FRACK IS GOING ON?!"
Jeez, Christina plays a good game of interrogation. She and Zeke literally tied me to a chair with a rope and used her human truth detector super powers. But I'm not slipping.
I have a feeling that she played a lot of Candor when she was younger, like Caleb and I did.
She began with the questions involving Operation Urilene, but then she started to get off track with "How many people have you dated?" and "Have you ever had your first kiss?" I think she's starting to forget how sensitive I am about intimacy, but I never told them the actual reason, so I get where she's coming from.
I rolled my eyes at every one of those kind of questions, but when she asked that one question I've been dreading but knew that would be coming soon, I panicked a bit.
"So are you a virgin?" she asks, grinning wildly and wiggling her plucked eyebrows. I keep my calm demeanor on, showing off my poker face, but my heart is beating out of my chest.
At that question, Lynn, Will, and Zeke—who got tired after a few minutes—looked up, their attention finally caught.
I can't help but blush slightly, but play it off by coughing. I'm kinda disappointed that we didn't just continue playing Candor or Dauntless, because I thought that they wouldn't mind.
But then I remembered that Christina, the oh-so curious Candor, was part of "they."
"Weellll?" My best friend sings.
I am just about to open my mouth when there is a knock at the door, and Zeke stands up from his comfortable seat on the couch and opens it.
Immediately, a grinning Marlene rushes in, chased by a laughing Uriah, who has a lipstick stain on his cheek. Well, more like all over his face. I look at Marlene's smiling lips, to find her lipstick to be the same tone, and to be smeared.
As they run around the room, Christina, Zeke, Will, and Lynn stare wide-eyed, and I wink at Uriah, smiling. He smiles so widely that I'm afraid his lips will tear, then puts his attention back on his crush—girlfriend I hope after all that.
Yasss, Operation Urilene is complete.
MARLENE (Roll back a bit)
My vision is returned when his soft hand releases the restricting cloth tied around my face.
I gasp, taking in our location. "Uriah, where are we?"
He turns to face me, and my breath slightly falters when I realize how close we are. His arms wrapped around mine. I blush at the contact and cough nervously, and he drops his hands.
"Well, you know how we met each other up here when we were three?" he says, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck.
My eyes widen, and I release a soft gasp. "Uriah… what's the date today?"
He grins that cheesy smile, the smile that makes you smile, the smile that I've become used to.
The smile that I have slowly fallen in love with.
He grabs something from his pocket—a miniature firework. He pulls the string and a loud bang pops, streamers flying from the open top.
"Happy anniversary!" he smiles sheepishly.
His hands are up, and his lip slightly twitches in nervousness.
I smile. "Aww, Uriah, you didn't have to do this for me."
He clasps my hand in his, his other hand on my chin making me face him.
"Marlene, I would go to the ends of the Earth for you."
I flush a deep red. I look up into his calming, beautiful dark brown eyes. "Uriah…"
"Marlene," he kneels on one knee, still holding my hands. "Would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?" My eyes widen; so this is what Tris had in mind.
I feel really guilty due to the fact that I was jealous of her at one point, heck I hated her. Notice the past tense.
He takes my silence the wrong way, and says, "I mean, if you want to. Like, you aren't, won't be my girlfriend, like I wouldn't o-own you," He keeps stammering but I tug my right hand away from his grip. I sense the hurt in his eyes, which avoid my gaze.
Instead, I place my hand under his chin, forcing him to look at me. "Uricake. Shut up, I'd be so damn happy if I could be your girlfriend." My lips turn up.
A smile breaks out on his face, and he stands up, wrapping his hands around me in the process. He bear-hugs me, in the fashion we did as kids, but this time it feels much more intimate. His buff arms lift my small body up, and we stare into each other's eyes for what seems like eternity.
He looks cautious for a second, and slowly leans in. I, not being able to wait, quickly push my lips towards his.
Our kiss is long and passionate; not my first, but I am definitely counting it as the first. It's so memorable, so sweet, so…
"Amazing," he whispers against my lips. By now, I am on the floor back on my feet, but his arms are wrapped around my waist, and mine are on his back and on the back of his neck.
I rest my forehead on his. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that," I say, trying to regain my breath. I stifle a laugh when I see his lips stained with pink.
He chuckles. "Ditto. I have always wanted to challenge you to a face battle," His voice makes my stomach jump. Gentle, soft, and loving.
I laugh. "You still remember that?" I whisper.
FLASHBACK BEGIN
I stand by my mom's side, holding her hand in the crowd. I am still new to the exhilarating crowd who belong to the faction I call home. Mommy says I have to get used to it, though.
My mom smiles down at me, and tells me, "Be good. I am going to meet with Aunt Hana and Uncle Jeremy. Go play with the other kids, okay Mar?" (AN: Marlene's mom isn't related to Hana but they are good friends and are like sisters, so marlene and uriah are not cousins but their parents are friends and yeah...)
I grin. "Okay mommy." She kisses the top of my head, and turns to join her friends, who cheer at her and hold small metal flasks.
I hold my hands together, twiddling my fingers nervously. People mommy's age laugh and dance around me. I make my way through the crowd, saying "excuse me" and "pardon me" on the way. In the corner of my eye, I see some people glare at me, but soften when they notice the solo three-year-old.
I look around. Examining Dauntless members drink those bottles, and playing fun games. I look over the edge of the building, seeing nothing but darkness. I gulp.
"Hi!" a boyish voice knocks me out of my trance. I whip around to see a boy my age, with tan skin and kind dark brown eyes. He is an inch or two taller than me, so I have to position my head in a certain way to be able to meet his eyes.
"Hi," I say. Mommy told me not to trust strangers, but since this boy is my age I don't think he's a stranger. She also told me that girls in Dauntless are somewhat underestimated, so I have to make sure that that stereotype is disproven.
"What do you want?" I ask, crossing my arms on my chest and puffing it out to look tough. I add in a little glare. He laughs. "I'm Uriah. I'm three. According to my mom, you're my cousin. Marlene?"
I soften a bit, losing the crossed arms. "Are you Aunt Hana's son?" I remember mommy telling me about Hana's two sons, who are three and five.
He nods. "Uriah." He puts his pudgy little fingers out, and I take them, shaking twice. "Marlene."
We sit on a bench, one that isn't taken up by people on top of each other. We are spaced out at least half a foot's distance. I swing my legs, looking at other people on benches kissing. My nose scrunches up. "Ewwww. What are they doing?"
Uriah's eyebrows scrunch together. "I don't know. Seems gross."
I shudder, letting out a noise to complete the movement. "Gross. I'll never fall in love."
Uriah looks at me, eyes moving up and down my face. "Maybe they aren't in love and just are kissing?"
I shake my head. "I think they're having… a face battle."
He giggles. "A face battle?" he laughs some more, and I blush.
"Well," I scoff. "They're probably having one to see if they do like each other." Uriah raises an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah. Besides, face battle does sound cooler." I laugh.
"I like you." I say. His eyes widen. "Not in face battle way, right?" he teases.
I flush a deeper red, almost darker than the black clothing I'm dressed in. "No, but in friend way." I turn to him, smiling. "Wanna be friends?"
He grins, eyes lighting up. "Yeah!"
Now, I scoot closer to him on the bench since I am a bit more comfortable around him.
We sit in silence, looking at every other Dauntless talking loudly, face battling rowdily.
"Ugghh, aren't they going to catch cooties?" Uriah says.
I giggle in response.
FLASHBACK END
He draws his head back, and looks at me steadily in the eyes. "Marlene, I would never, never, forget that moment."
He steps back, and grabs my hand, the warm tingly sensation buzzing through my body.
He leads me to the side of the building, and my eyebrows scrunch together.
"What—"
He puts a finger to my lips. And sits us down on the bench.
The bench. My eyes widen.
"Is this…?"
He nods, smiling. "Where we met. The spot where we became friends."
I chuckle. "Where we came up with the term face battle."
He laughs too; not his ridiculous contagious laugh, but a soft one. I think I like the latter.
"I was thinking…" he releases my hand and reaches into his pocket, bringing out a small lock. "That we could carve our names on this, and lock it to the sidebar of the bench?"
Tears prick at my eyes. He's already done so much. Just for me. Not being able to compensate words, I nod in response.
He takes out his pocket knife—a gift I gave to him for his thirteenth birthday. On it is the Dauntless symbol, rising over an image of Dauntless cake.
He carves his name into the lock with ease, and I do the same with mine. He carves something additional on it, but won't let me see it until he's finished.
He holds the end product, positioning it so I could see it.
URIAH AND MARLENE
Together forever
#facebattle
URILENE
There's a heart around the words. And at the bottom right, a drawing of a slice of Dauntless cake. And at the bottom left, a drawing of a chocolate chip muffin; my favorite.
I laugh at his creative touches. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," he hands it to me, and says, "You do the honors."
I shake my head. "No. It was all you."
He looks at me. Then at my lips. "Then we'll do it. Together."
We stand up, and hands glued together, snap the lock shut on the right metal bar.
I grin down at it, and Uriah wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on mine.
"I really need to thank Tris."
I laugh. "Yeah. You do."
I flip around, so our foreheads touch, his arms still wrapped around me.
"Well, you did everything. But I don't think that the broken elevator was part of her plan," I laugh.
He grins. "It wasn't." He shakes his head. "It definitely wasn't."
I stare into his eyes. "You know how when we first met, I said that I'll never fall in love?"
He looks at me, his husky voice releasing a "Yeah."
"I was totally proven wrong." I laugh, looking down at my shoes and then meeting his eyes once again.
I wait for him to respond. But he doesn't.
Instead, he leans in, and when I close my eyes, he whispers into my ear. "Would you do me the fine honor of letting me challenge you to a face battle, princess Mar?"
I laugh. "Yes, yes I will, prince Uri."
And then he leans forward.
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