A/N:
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The rest of school goes by in a complete blurry mess.
Tobias and I kept receiving glares from half of the school, and I was pretty sure both of us wanted to punch all of them.
Even my 'friends' were giving us glares.
Bitches, I think to myself.
"Hey, uh, do you want to come over or something? My parents are going to a business dinner or something, and my brother is probably studying over his friend's house or whatever." We're walking together to our cars in the parking lot. His hand is intertwined in mine. It feels so right - so perfect. He raises an eyebrow at me. It goes just above his glasses' frame. "I'm not saying I want you to come over because they're not home!" I add quickly. He laughs.
I love his laugh.
"Yeah, I know. I was just joking with you," he says with a smile. "Yeah, uh, Marcus shouldn't be home for another month or something. Business trip or whatever. So, better live free while I can." I give him a sad smile when he mentions his father's name but soon rethink it. I know he doesn't like to be shown pity. Especially from me.
"You can come over at, like, five…? I can order food, and we can watch a movie or something," I suggest. He smirks and nods.
"See you at five, Tris."
We head our separate ways; him in his car, me in mine.
At exactly five o' four, I hear the doorbell ring. One, two, three times. I had successfully ordered a pizza and had multiple movies that were ready to be watched. I almost sprint down the stairs after tying my hair in a ponytail. I fling the door open.
"Four minutes late, Four," I joke. He shrugs. I gesture him to come inside. "I ordered a pizza. Plain. Because I specifically remember that that was, and hopefully still is, your favorite type." He smirks.
"You - would be correct," he says dramatically. I hand him a paper plate, and we each take two of the eight slices.
We make our way to the couch.
"Okay, okay. I have, like, five different horror movies we could watch." Tobias looks at me surprised. "Oh, shut the hell up. I'm not sure if you could tell, but I'm not a girl. And I never have been; never will," I say defensively.
"No, you are not a girl in any way, nope," Tobias comments sarcastically. I roll my eyes and jokingly punch his arm. He takes a bite of his pizza, as I do to mine.
I never thought that Tobias and I would be friends again after what happened between us, let alone freaking boyfriend and girlfriend. I smile to myself. I just realized that I don't think that I've ever been happier sitting next to him; when all our touches feel electrified, when his smiles make me melt, when I actually think that his sarcasm is sort of a turn on.
I've been smiling for too long.
"What're smiling about? Thinking about me?" he jokes. I laugh nervously.
"Yeah, I was, actually," I say, leaning my head on his shoulder. I take another bite of my pizza. I swallow.
"What were you thinking about?" he asks.
"Oh, how I never actually thought we'd be friends again. I thought you hated me." He laughs.
"Hardly ever did," he replies. He kisses my cheek.
I hastily grab his plate and mine, setting them on the coffee table in front of us. I just remembered that my parents aren't home. I'm not suggesting that we do that, but we could kiss as much as we wanted. I grab his face in my hands and kiss him. Hard. He's caught off guard at first, but then swiftly pulls me onto his lap so I'm facing him. I move my arms to around his neck, his around my small waist. I run my fingers through his hair. He tightens his grip on my waist.
I pull away to breathe.
He smiles.
"I really like your glasses," I state randomly. I take them off his face gently and place them on my myself. My whole living room turns blurry. "Holy shit. How strong are these things?" I comment. He laughs.
"Oh, you know. If they weren't that strong, I'd be partially blind. But, no, I have to make sure they're not too strong for my girlfriend to wear," he says sarcastically. I roll my eyes.
I take the glasses off and put them back on him. I slowly run my fingers along the edges of the frame.
"I think they make you look hot." I cover my mouth quickly. "Oh, hell, did I just say that out loud?!" I think I feel my face heat up.
"Yes, quite frankly, you did. But don't worry. I think your blue highlights make you look hot." He takes my hair tie out of my hair so it flows softly over my shoulders. He runs his fingers through it. "I really like your eyes, too. The blue-grey is really…striking." I smile.
"No, no, no. Your blue eyes are like a freaking ocean and every time I look into them I feel like I'm legit drowning, and I don't ever want to look away." I gently kiss the frame of his glasses. "I win."
"No. I win because I have you as a girlfriend," he says. He takes my face into his hands and kisses me again. I try to pull myself closer to him, but there is no closer. Our noses lightly brush against each other, and it sends chills down my spine. He must've felt me shiver because he smiles against my lips. I place my hands on the back of his neck, and his hands travel down my back. He slips his hand under my shirt, touching the small of my back. His bare skin touching mine is enough to pull me back into reality.
"So about that movie," I say, reluctantly breaking our hot n' heavy make out session. He smirks.
"Of course. What're thinking?" he asks.
"Paranormal Activity marathon?" I say. He nods.
Three ghosts movies and two make out sessions later…
"Shit! Don't go in there! Don't go in there! What the hell! I told her not to!" I yell at the television.
"Tris, they can't hear you," Tobias says through laughter.
I hear my phone ring while rolling my eyes.
"Hello?" I say answering it.
"Tris! Where the hell are you?! My party started, like, a few hours ago!" I hear the voice on the other end yell.
Christina.
Oh shit.
A/N:
Cliffy!
I never watched Paranormal Activity so I don't know what happens.
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