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Tris POV
"Hey," I say as I get into his car.
"You-you look…" Tobias stutters, and I giggle. "Amazing," he finally gets out.
"This is what happens when I spend the day at Christina's house, I swear I am her personal doll," I say.
"I don't mind," he says, and I hit him lightheartedly.
"So I take it the interrogation was miserable?" he asks.
"Yes, completely awful," I say, "And it's all your fault!"
"My fault?" he asks in fake surprise.
"You're the one with the incredibly sweet and caring personality, I really had no choice but to kiss you," I say playfully.
"Is that so?" he asks with a grin forming.
"Yes, not to mention your unbelievably captivating good looks and charisma," I add. Plus, his dreamy eyes, his incredible smile…
"Well, then I should apologize," he says formally, "But I couldn't help but fall for you either," and he winks.
I roll my eyes, and shake my head, but he says, "No, it's completely true and don't bother denying anything."
I sigh in defeat, and change the subject saying, "Where are we going?"
"That is a surprise," he says.
I fold my arms and say, "Tobias, we've been over this."
He laughs, it's such a deep and warm-hearted laugh, and says, "Still a good surprise."
"You're impossible," I say, shaking my head.
"Our destination is just so extraordinary that revealing the location beforehand would be an injustice," he reasons, and I laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement.
We finally pull up to a building after a long car ride, and there are really no signs on the outside to indicate what it is.
"What is this place?" I ask Tobias as I get out of the car.
"Follow me," he says, not answering the question.
I walk into the building not knowing what to expect, but am met with a spectacular restaurant. The walls are made of jutting out rock, and at the back wall runs a waterfall.
"Welcome to the Pit, the most delicious and least known restaurant in Chicago," Tobias says, "A table for two, please."
I am still looking around at everything while we are being seated. The design is quite simple, yet utterly breathtaking.
"This place is amazing," I say once we sit down. We are right next to the waterfall, and every so often I can feel it spray and mist.
"I used to come here all the time as a kid, the owner is a family friend," Tobias says.
"I see," I say, "You were right when you said least known, I've never heard of the place before."
"Probably due to the lack of advertising, I don't know why it doesn't have a sign," he says.
"Well, it does make the place more special, being one of the few that know about it," I say. There are only two other tables filled in the restaurant.
"I suppose it does," he says with a smile.
We talk for a while, and then our food comes. Both plates are identical, and it smells heavenly.
"Did we even order?" I ask, slightly confused.
"There is no menu, only the daily special. Don't worry, it's always great," Tobias says.
In front of me sits a pasta dish with a light red sauce, mixed in with carrots, broccoli, and zucchini. I take a bite, and agree that it is amazing.
For the entirety of meal, we not once run out of things to talk about. Tobias is just so easy to talk to, the conversation flows and it never gets boring. It truly dumbfounds me, the whole thing. I've never known anyone like him before.
When the waiter comes with the check, Tobias says, "I've got it," as he takes out his wallet, but I am too quick. I slam down a bill before he has a chance to react, and it is taken to the register.
Tobias frowns, and says, "You know, you make it very hard to be a good boyfriend."
"I try," I say with a smile.
"I was going to pay," he says, almost complaining.
"Too bad," I say.
"The guy is supposed to pay on a date," he says.
"And the girl is supposed to put up a pathetic fight but give in, I guess we both aren't fitting the common stereotype tonight," I say.
"Tris," he says, staring me right in the eye.
"I wanted to pay, it's fine," I say.
He sighs and accepts the fact that I beat him to it fair and square, and we leave the restaurant.
"I could look into your eyes until the sun comes up," Tobias says as we walk across the parking lot, and the comment takes me off guard, it comes out of nowhere.
"I could say the same to you," I say, until I realize something, "And we're wrapped in light, in life, in love."
A/N: They are quoting Afire Love by Ed Sheeran
"I almost got you!" he says.
"Not going to happen," I say, "Did you notice how I got you yesterday?"
"What? No," he says.
"Can't complain about much these days," I quote.
"Really?" he asks.
"Be Okay by Oh Honey," I say with a smirk.
"Now I really have to get you back!" Tobias exclaims.
"Good luck," I say.
"I make my own luck," he says.
"Please just listen, 'cause I don't ask for much," I say outwitting him.
A/N: They are quoting Luck by American Authors
"Darn, you are good," he mumbles, and I laugh.
The drive back to my house is long, but we pass time telling each other stupid jokes and pick up lines.
"What do you call a pig that does karate?" Tobias asks me.
"Easy, a pork chop," I say, "What happens when frogs park illegally?"
"I don't know," he says, looking sincerely confused.
"They get toad," I say, "T-O-A-D, not T-O-W-E-D."
"That's a good one," he says.
It goes on like this for the duration of the ride. Sure, we talk about meaningless things and if someone replayed our conversations we could easily be mistaken for fifth graders, but we have a good time together.
"Thank you, tonight was great," I say as he pulls into my driveway.
"I had fun as well, see you tomorrow at school," he says.
I start to get out of the car when Tobias says, "Kiss me goodnight?"
I laugh, but lean in to kiss him quickly, but he wraps his arm around the back of my neck holding me in. I soon get lost into the kiss, electricity running through me. I regain my senses as he runs his tongue along my lower lip, and I pull back. Our foreheads are still touching, and we breathe the same air.
"I just wanna make you laugh," I say, finishing his lyrics.
Instead of getting slightly upset at his defeat, he smiles, and says, "I just want to see that smile."
A/N: They are quoting Peace by O.A.R.
I smile when he says this, and he laughs. "We're only here for a little while," I say.
"I just wanna hold you till we fall asleep," he continues on.
Instead of the last line, I say, "Goodnight Tobias," and I kiss him on the cheek.
"Is that all I get?" he says jokingly as I get out of the car.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I say, and then walk inside my house thinking about the date.
Tobias POV
Soon enough I am sitting in her driveway. "Hey," she says as she opens the door and gets into my car. Tris looks, wow, she's stunning. She's always so beautiful, but wow.
"You-you look…" I stutter, I can't seem to find the right word to describe her. She giggles at this, and I say "Amazing."
"This is what happens when I spend the day at Christina's house, I swear I am her personal doll," she says.
"I don't mind," I say teasingly, and she shoves me. Wow, she can really pack a punch.
"So I take it the interrogation was miserable?" I ask.
"Yes, completely awful," she says, "And it's all your fault!"
"My fault?" I ask in fake surprise.
"You're the one with the incredibly sweet and caring personality, I really had no choice but to kiss you," she says playfully.
"Is that so?" I ask, not trying to contain the smile forming.
"Yes, not to mention your unbelievably captivating good looks and charisma," she adds.
"Well, then I should apologize," I says formally, "But I couldn't help but fall for you either," and he winks. What's not to fall for? Tris is so perfect in every single way.
She rolls her eyes, and shakes her head, and I know what she is about to say. She is about to put herself down, doubt herself but I stop her saying, "No, it's completely true and don't bother denying anything."
She sighs in defeat, and I smile. "Where are we going?" Tris asks.
"That is a surprise," I say.
She says, "Tobias, we've been over this." I know she is talking about surprises, and how she doesn't enjoy them. I couldn't help it, though, she loved the surprise yesterday.
I laugh, and say, "Still a good surprise."
"You're impossible," she says, shaking her head.
"Our destination is just so extraordinary that revealing the location beforehand would be an injustice," I say, and she laughs. Gosh, I love her laugh, so light and warm.
We talk casually for the rest of the ride, passing time. I know it is a bit far away, but it is definitely worth it.
"What is this place?" she asks as we park.
"Follow me," I say, getting out of the car.
We walk inside, and I look over at Tris. She stands there in awe, this place is beautiful and it had the same effect on me the first time I was here.
"Welcome to the Pit, the most delicious and least known restaurant in Chicago," I say, "A table for two, please."
"This place is amazing," she says once we sit down.
"I used to come here all the time as a kid, the owner is a family friend," I say. I don't mention that it was my mom's best friend, I am practically a son to her.
"I see," she says, "You were right when you said least known, I've never heard of the place before."
"Probably due to the lack of advertising, I don't know why it doesn't have a sign," I explain. Martha had said that the best things need to be searched for and discovered, and putting up a big sign would defeat the purpose. In my opinion, they're just asking to go out of business, but the place still remains and it's been open since I was young.
"Well, it does make the place more special, being one of the few that know about it," she says. I never really thought about it like that, and I like the sentiment.
"I suppose it does," I say.
We talk for a while about school and such, and then our food arrives.
"Did we even order?" Tris asks, slightly confused. I laugh, I forgot to tell her about how the restaurant works.
"There is no menu, only the daily special. Don't worry, it's always great," I assure her.
Today it is a pasta dish with a light red sauce, mixed in with carrots, broccoli, and zucchini, my favorite.
We eat and talk about everything and nothing, and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a shame that at restaurants, a table for two implies that we have to sit across from each other. I want to sit next to her, hold her hand, run my fingers through her hair and press our lips together, but I resist.
When the waiter comes with the check, I say, "I've got it," and take out my wallet, but Tris is too quick and already slaps down a bill before I have a chance to.
I frown, and say, "You know, you make it very hard to be a good boyfriend." I was planning on paying, I was the one taking her out tonight.
"I try," she says smiling, but I don't find it amusing. I wanted to pay.
"I was going to pay," I say.
"Too bad," Tris says. She is so stubborn.
"The guy is supposed to pay on a date," I state.
"And the girl is supposed to put up a pathetic fight but give in, I guess we both aren't fitting the common stereotype tonight," she says. She really is something else.
"Tris," I say, looking her right in the eye. I want to let her know that I'm serious, I was going to pay, but I start getting lost in her eyes, so stormy and enticing.
"I wanted to pay, it's fine," she says.
I realize that I can't do anything about it now, I can't take back the check, and I sigh in slight frustration. I'm not mad at her, I don't want to be mad, but I'm not living up to some of the pointers Zeke gave me. We walk out of the restaurant.
"Compliment her," Uriah's voice goes through my head. Right, a compliment. What to say? Why I am I over thinking this all?
"I could look into your eyes until the sun comes up," I say. Perfect, I love her eyes, and it is a song lyric.
"I could say the same to you," she says, and for a second I think she forgot until she says, "And we're wrapped in light, in life, in love."
"I almost got you!" I say.
"Not going to happen," she says, "Did you notice how I got you yesterday?"
"What? No," I question. What did she say?
"Can't complain about much these days," she quotes.
"Really?" he asks. What song is that?
"Be Okay by Oh Honey," she says with a smirk. It's like she was reading my mind, we go together so well.
"Now I really have to get you back!" I exclaim. I don't know where this little competition came from, but I am definitely not going to lose.
"Good luck," she says.
Think, think…"I make my own luck," I say. Will she notice?
"Please just listen, 'cause I don't ask for much," she says, still smiling.
"Darn, you are good," I mumble, and I laugh. I know I will get her later, I just have to think of something.
The drive back to my house is long, but we pass time telling each other stupid jokes and pick up lines.
"What do you call a pig that does karate?" I ask.
"Easy, a pork chop," she says, "What happens when frogs park illegally?"
"I don't know," I say. I've actually never heard that one before.
"They get toad," she says, "T-O-A-D, not T-O-W-E-D."
"That's a good one," I say, I would've never thought of that.
We have a good time together for the rest of the ride. I've realized that it doesn't really matter what we talk about, it just makes me so happy because we are together.
"Thank you, tonight was great," she says as I pull into her driveway. I don't really want this night to end, but it has to.
"I had fun as well, see you tomorrow at school," I say.
She starts to get out of the car when I remember I have to get her back. "Kiss me goodnight?" I ask. Hopefully that doesn't sound too suspicious, I don't think so.
She laugh, it's such a beautiful laugh, and leans in to kiss me. I can tell that she intended a quick kiss, but I have been waiting all night for this so I wrap my arm around the back of her neck keeping her there. I love the way her lips feel pressed against mine, soft yet exciting with electricity pulsing through me at the touch. I want to go deeper, but she pulls back. Our foreheads are still touching, and we breathe the same air.
"I just wanna make you laugh," she says, finishing his lyrics. Man, I hope she would forget, but I'm not upset.
I smile, and say, "I just want to see that smile." She smiles at this, and I laugh. Her smile really is beautiful.
"We're only here for a little while," she says.
"I just wanna hold you till we fall asleep," I say, and I mean every word of it. Every single word.
In my head, I expect her to continue on saying, "I want love, I want us, I want you, I want me, I want peace," but instead she says, "Goodnight Tobias," and kisses my cheek.
I am slightly disappointed that she didn't finish the lyrics, I wonder why? Is it because she would have to say that she loves me, is that it? Did I scare her? Instead of revealing all of these thoughts running through my mind, I ask, "Is that all I get?" just as a joke.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she says, and then walks into her house.
I drive back to my house, and for the rest of the night I can't stop thinking whether she is trying to send me a message. Am I going too fast? Does she love me?