It was too much… that beacon of hope, that small little spark of hope that someone could care.
"You're just being nice." I said.
Four shook his head. "No, I really like you Tris."
"You… you mean you don't hate me?" I asked unbelievingly.
"Tris, none of that was your fault, it was all theirs. There's no reason to hate you for something they did."
"There's nothing to like about me." I said.
"Tris, you're beautiful." He said flatly."
I got up immediately and combed my long dirty-blonde hair till it shone. The process took five minutes. Four meanwhile used Caleb's bathroom since he wasn't home.
I turned around as he came back in. Four came forward and ran his hands through it. His finger caught a nag, which he carefully combed out with his fingers.
I looked up at him. "I… I like you too, Four."
He gazed into my eyes. "If we like each other… will you be my girlfriend?"
I reached up and undid the long black necklace around my neck with the black half-moon on it and threw it away, looking up at Four.
"I'm taking that as a yes." He smiled, and his face shone. His blue eyes looked deep into mine as we hugged.
We pulled away at the sound of a throat clearing. I turned around… Four didn't have to… and saw mom standing in the doorway, grinning like a little girl who just caught her older sister hugging a boy.
"I'll leave you two alone." She smirked. "Tris, be home by dinner." She left.
I shrugged.
"Guess we'd better study." Four murmured.
We sat back down on my bed.