A/N: We're baaack! Enjoy, and R&R! Thanks, fanficjojo9525 for your review and answer to our question! JerkNone loves OneReupblic, too. Also, MyBrokenHeart123, sorry about the lollipop, haha! Scarlet Drozd: Duck taped bookmark? I hope it was at least colorful duck tape. One time I, (JerkNone) got a duck tape wallet, which was actually pretty cool!

****Peter's POV****

I woke up in my bedroom at Eric's house. The night flashed back to me. Julia and I kissing, breaking the law, just a little bit, then playing some card games and board games with Eric. Then me going to bed with Julia in my arms.

My arm grazed the bed, and I didn't feel Julia in it. She probably got up for breakfast or something. I walked around Eric's house, not finding Eric or Julia.

Maybe Eric is showing Julia the lake outside or the mini park in the backyard.

I grabbed a morning beer out of the fridge and sipped at it as I found a jacket to throw on. I found my leather jacket on the couch.

I stepped outside and felt the frigid cool morning air hit my skin. I shivered. I walked past the wall of trees Eric had against the side of the house so people can't peek in, as Eric had said once. I had never figured out the logic of putting trees five feet away from the house. If there was a storm they could easily fall over, which to me, makes no sense.

I looked over to the side of the lake and didn't see them. I looked on the dock, again with no such luck. I decided the last place is the play equipment Eric installed in the backyard, saying he'd have kids someday. But at the time when he had it installed, we had played on it day and night, having a good time.

I saw Eric's pants on the ground first, then Julia on her knees.

"Screw you!" I screamed. "You little bitch!"

I took off back towards the house, got changed and hopped on my bike, revving the engine, but it hurt too much to hit the gas.

I see Julia come out of the house, running towards me. I rev the engine and take off back towards my apartment, ready to meet the wrath of my mother and father.

I walk into the apartment complex and see some police officers standing around. I ignore them and walk up to my parents apartment. There is yellow tape strung across the door with 3 police officers standing outside. I walk up to them and ask "What's wrong?"

"Do you live here?" the one asks. I look at the name tag Officer Zeke.

"Well yes, why is-," I start saying.

"Its supposed to stay confidential, but since they were your parents, I'll tell you. The-your dad had a knife to the-your mom, and then she jumped out the window and your dad committed suicide. Your mother is in the hospital, in critical condition and probably won't make it," Officer Zeke informs me.

"How long have you been doing this?" I ask him.

"I haven't been married for a year, so after the time I had my test, then after the time I was trained... By the time I got out in the field like this, would have probably been about 2 months ago, why?" he asks.

"Why couldn't you have came and pulled me out of that abusive house?" I ask, starting to break down inside.

"Do you have anyone you can stay with?" Zeke asks.

"All my family is dead, and my mom and dad hadn't had friends in years, my friend just betrayed me, so I guess the answer is no," I say.

"Do you have a possible partner?" Officer Zeke asks.

I shake my head, "no."

"Well would you like to be matched up early?" he asks.

"They can do that?" I ask.

Zeke simply nods his head.

****Tris's POV****

I lay in my room reading after Tobias has left. After he gave me my present, everyone just sort of drifted off and left. I feel alone without him here, but know I have to suck it up. I clutch the book to my chest, holding onto a piece of him.

He got me the book he saw I was reading. Good thing, too, because I lost my other copy. I suspect Caleb stole it just to mess with me. Who knows, the two may have even tag-teamed? No matter what, I love it. I luckily remembered I was on page 234, and am able to pick up right where I left off. The book is called Divergent.

I'm on page 245 right now, but am easily distracted by my thoughts of Tobias. When I flip the page, I hardly notice anything different about it. The entire page has been covered by another piece of paper taped to it, and I can't believe I didn't flip to it before. Writing is scrawled across the page in handwriting that looks messy, as though the writer couldn't get ideas down fast enough. It reads:

Tris,

Alright, I'll be the first one to admit it: I'm no romantic. I'm not good at writing sappy things onto paper and making them across as beautiful. I hope this can do my feelings justice, though.

When I saw you at the mall, I knew immediately who you were. You didn't stand out because of beauty, but because of strength. Sometimes I forget that you have a gentler, softer side. Sometimes I forget that you're breakable. But you know me better than anyone ever has. I love you, and I want to be with you forever.

When you texted me for help from Peter, I didn't really know what to think; so I didn't. I just came for you. That's when I realized I had feelings for you.

Some people say that when they're in love, they get butterflies in their stomach. They feel like the two of them are a team. The truth is, I don't feel that. What I feel is something so much more powerful. I want to be with you every second, because I need you. We are one in the same.

-Tobias

I stare at the words. I read them over and over until I can't anymore. I feel overwhelmed by joy and tears of happiness flood out of my eyes.

I fall asleep with his hoodie on and the book in my hands.

"Tris?" someone gently says.

I moan and roll over, only to be stabbed in the rib with something hard. I remember last night's events and realize the stabbing is being done by the corner of my book. I smile to myself and roll back over to face the voice I believe is Caleb.

"Tobias?" I ask, surprised to see him.

He wears a black button-up shirt and dark jeans. He's on one knee. I shake my head and go bug-eyed at him. His cheeks are rosy, his hair neatly combed, his lips blushed with color, and his eyes… amazing.

"Beatrice, I love you. I love you," he whispers. "Did you read the book?"

I nod my head. "Only the part that counted."

The corners of his mouth quirk up into a smile. "Will you marry me?"

A/N: You guys like the chappie? Well now time for our question!

Question of the Chapter: How many of you guys actually liked Peter in the books? Do you think he deserves a girlfriend?