A/N:
OMG! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever!
Don't worry: I'll be writing another chapter tomorrow to make up for the week hiatus.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters or any of the bands/singers/songs mentioned. I only own the plot.
I wake up early this morning, and I feel unusually…happy. I'm never happy. And I mean never.
I look to the side of my bed to try to catch a glimpse of the time. 10:13a.m. Ugh. It's so late that I almost don't want to get out of my bed that is surprisingly comfortable this morning. Then I remember that I'm meeting with Tobias this afternoon.
Hell yeah!
I almost jump out of bed and sprint to my bathroom. I tear my clothes off and turn the shower water on as hot as it can possibly go. I step in and almost don't even feel the intense heat. I lather my hair up with shampoo, rinse it out, conditioner, repeat. I wash my body quickly then turn the water off. I get out and dry off, wrapping the towel around my body. I open the bathroom door and walk to my closet, trying to decide something decent to wear. I end up pulling out black ripped skinny jeans and a sleeveless dark purple top. A pretty usual outfit. For me, at least. I drop the towel and pull my clothing on, then I rush to the bathroom and brush out my hair, dry it, brush my teeth, and put my usual minimum makeup on. I slip on combat boots and run downstairs.
"Why are you in such a rush this morning?" Caleb asks me, shoving a microwave waffle in his mouth.
"I'm meeting with Tobias this afternoon, and I woke up late so I thought I would get ready quickly," I answer him. I walk past my mom, who says a "good morning" to me while on the phone, and open the refrigerator door. I settle for a small yogurt cup thing and a banana.
"Where you two going?" Caleb questions. I shrug my shoulders. Tobias hasn't called or texted me yet, but I am almost certain that he will. Hopefully soon. Caleb only asked two questions, and I'm already uncertain of how long I can handle this without bursting.
"So he could be taking you to a murderer and you wouldn't even know," Caleb says. I laugh. I peel the lid off of my yogurt and throw it out, grabbing a spoon and sticking it in.
"I think I would know if my boyfriend was trying to kill me." He cringes at the words "boyfriend". I shove the spoon in my mouth, swallowing the berry-vanilla flavored yogurt.
"You never know," he says. I roll my eyes and dig for another spoonful.
"Whatever, Caleb," I say and stomp my way back upstairs, earning me a "Shh!" from my mother. I open my bedroom door and set my yogurt and banana on my bedside table. I grab my phone off its charger and check my messages. One missed call. From Tobias 4. Five minutes ago.
Wait.
When did I change his contact name to that?
Whenever I did it, I think I like it.
I unlock my phone and dial his number. He picks up almost instantly. First ring, to be exact.
"Hey, Tris," he says. I smirk.
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Oh, I think I'd recognize the contact name 'Tris heart heart heart heart'," he says. I laugh and plop another spoonful of yogurt into my mouth. My senses come into play, and I realize that this is Greek yogurt with no sugar and this shit tastes terrible.
I clear my throat and say, "So, why'd you call?"
"I remember that we wanted to do something today, so I was wondering if you would like to go to the park with me," he says. I have the urge to make a sarcastic comment, but I won't. For his sake. But he seems to almost read my mind and says, "Before you make some sort of sassy remark, yes, I know it's very cliché, but we are cliché type of people." I shrug my shoulders, but remember that he can't see me.
"Depends if you would call 'two best friends from years back who seemed to hate each other for the past two years then fall in love' a cliché," I point out.
He seems to think this over.
"I would," he finally says. I can almost sense him smirking. I know he is. "So how 'bout I pick you up in, I don't know, say…five, ten minutes?"
I smile. "Yeah, sure, I'll be here."
"Great. I'll see you soon," he says.
"You too."
Barely four minutes later, I see his car pull up in my driveway. I fling my door open and sprint down the steps, unlocking and opening the front door before he can even make it onto the front steps.
"Hey, you're early," I say. He smirks.
"Yes, by one and a half minutes. Were you counting?" he asks sarcastically.
"No, I just know how to tell time." He laughs.
"Tobias! A surprise to see you!" I hear my mother say. I remember what she told my last night about knowing that I stayed over his house, and I can instantly feel my face heat up. I try to mentally tell my face to shut the hell up and cool the frick off, but it doesn't seem to want to listen today.
"Mrs. Prior. It's always a pleasure meeting your acquaintance," Tobias says. My jaw almost drops, but at this my face seems to want to listen. Damn, he can be so proper when he wants to be. Tobias extends his hand, and my mother graciously takes it and shakes it twice.
"Please, call me Natalie," my mom says. Tobias smiles.
"If it's okay with you, I would like to take Tris out on a small date," he tells her. Since when does he care about my parents' approval? My mom smiles.
"Of course. You don't have to ask twice." I can see Caleb glaring at his book in the kitchen, and I have to cover my mouth to keep from bursting out with laughter.
"Great. I'll have her back in no time," he says.
Noooooo! I want to stay with you, Tobias!
"No, no, no. Take all the time you two need," my mom says.
Amen, hallelujah!
Tobias smiles at her, then at me.
"Ready to go?"
"Absolutely. See you later, Mom."
We walk out the door while my mom smiles at us. We get into his car then turns to me.
"Dammit, I am in love with you, Tris," he says, "and I always will be." I smile. There's that inevitable "Always."
"I'm in love with you, too. Always."
And with that, he pulls out of the driveway and onto the road.
A/N:
Sort of a filler chapter here, but the real drama and plot twist starts either at the end of the next chapter or the chapter after the next chapter.
By the way, my next fanfic will probably be Divergent from Four's point of view, or Four's initiation. Don't worry: I'm no where close to this one being done, just vote for which one you want me to do next!
Divergent Four's POV or Four's Initiation?
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