A/N: We are back! Enjoy the chappie! We are thinking about starting a new fanfic, but it not being FourTris, but another character and Tris. Who do you want paired, and should it be present day like this, or no war? We want your opinions! If you guys can't get enough of our writing, we have an 80 page Fanfic on our page. Check it out! It's not as good, but you may still enjoy reading it!

***Peter's POV***

Lauren and I get in my Porsche and pull away from the civic center. I find myself asking "Do you want to go back to my place or hang out on Factionless Drive?"

"Well," she starts saying. Then it hits me. I don't have a place anymore. Eric is no longer my friend, ruling out his second house, even though I still have a key. Then there's my apartment where my parents died. The apartment is either still under police lock down, or the landlord has already taken control of it.

"Scratch that," I say, "the only place I have left is my Porsche, and my motorcycle, that is somewhere near my parents old apartment." I roll my eyes; I have ended up homeless. My dad left everything to my mom, and my mom might have me in her will. I sure hope so, so I can get all the cash my dad hoarded.

"We could stay in the Porsche, maybe the back seats," says Lauren.

"What are you saying, chica?" I ask.

"I'm not saying anything, I'm implying though," she says with a grin plastered across her face.

"Where do you say we park this thing?" I ask.

"I know just the place..."

***Tobias's POV***

Once the dance is over, it is typical for the engaged couples to leave. We find Will and Christina, then walk out the doors. I get in the driver's seat, and Tris gets shotgun, right next to me.

"Where we bringing you, Will?" I ask.

"What are you trying to suggest, Four?" asks Will.

"That you come to my place and I do your makeup!" exclaims Christina.

"Maybe I want you to meet my parents, fiancee. Let's go to my place Christina," Will says, giving Christina puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, okay," Christina says, "I guess it's Will's place."

After we drop Will and Christina off Tobias starts heading towards my house. "Tobias, let's go to your place! Your parents haven't seen me since we got engaged. They deserve to meet their daughter-in-law," she begs.

"You already met them," I say. I can't let her go over there again.

"But that was when I was your friend, but now I'm your fiancee," she says trying to pressure me.

"Tris, I don't want to put you in that situation again," I say.

"Then maybe you need to teach me some MMA," she says, smiling.

"Maybe another time. We aren't going over there tonight Tris," I say. I don't want her near my parents. It was a train wreck last night, and it's NOT happening again.

"Tobias...," she begs, "Caleb will be at our house."

Now the Caleb bit makes me question it a little, but she is still not coming to my house. Who knows what my father will do or what my mom will say? I can't have her hurt or see me like I was ever again. I'm a different person around her, and I like that version of myself better. It's like that part of me is her and everything good.

"Tris, you don't want to be near my parents."

"Tooobbbiiiaasss," she says drawing out my name, "Pleaseeeeee? I really really want to go to your house. We wouldn't be able to break the law at my house. Come on Toby," she says, running her hand down my arm.

"Tris," I say in one last attempt to change her mind.

"Just bring me home then Four. Then you can go to your house alone," she says crossing her arms.

"Okay, okay Tris, we will go to my house. But let's try to ignore my parents, please. We don't want a repeat of last time," I say giving into her.

"Thank you Tobias," she says, giving me a kiss on my neck.

"I'm trying to drive, Tris!" I exclaim.

"Okay," she says and sits all the way back into her seat. "But we can pick up at your house... right?"

"Tris, the law," I say.

"That means we can break it," she says. I notice her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are considerably brightened. She didn't get any alcohol, did she? Maybe Eric slipped her some.

"Let's get to my house, then we can finish this discussion," I say.

When we walk into my house I look to my dad's chair, wanting to figure out where he is, so we can avoid him. I see a ton of beer cans and bottles laying all over the floor. He is probably drunk over his head. This isn't a safe environment for Tris. "Tris let's just go-,"

"No Tobias. Let's just go to your room," she says.

I grab her hand and lead her upstairs and through the hall. I make the mistake of glancing into my dad's office and we make eye contact. "Back so late, huh?" he asks, setting aside his paperwork.

"Ummm, ya dad. We are just going to my room," I say.

"To break the law?" He questions, "Didn't you already do that in the back of your Jeep on the side of the road?"

"Dad, just leave us alone," I say. I knew bringing Tris here was a bad idea.

"Not till you answer my questions son," he says standing up.

"Well ummm, maybe and no," I say.

"Tell the truth Tobias Eaton. I didn't raise a liar," he slurs.

"Dad, can you just leave us alone?" I question hoping he'll sit back down. Instead he walks over to us.

"Did you have sex in your Jeep?" he asks.

I tighten my grip around Tris's hand, "No." I say.

"Liar!" he yells throwing the beer he had in his hand to the ground.

"Mr. Eaton-," starts Tris.

"I told you to call me Marcus the other day, girl," he says.

"Well then Marcus. First off I'm his fiancee, not just some girl, and your son and I did not have sex. I'm a virgin Marcus." Tris spits out at him.

Marcus's face is in shock, "Okay. I'll leave you two to go to his room," he says. "Hold on a sec."

My dad walks back into his office and comes back with something. He hands it to me, and I try not to drop it in disgust. "Protection," Marcus mumbles. "You two better not be virgins tomorrow!" he yells while walking back into his office and slamming the door.

"Oh, like he's gonna check," I mutter under my breath. I throw the plastic in a nearby trashcan before striding into my room. I flip on the lights while Tris comes in. She giggles at my now orderly bed and flops on it, arms spread out above her head.

"Tobias," she whispers, then giggles again.

I raise an eyebrow at her while I slide off my suit jacket. She watches me intently, iris's filling her blue-gray pupils more than usual. She must be tipsy from some kind of drink, maybe the margarita I ordered her. Her lipstick is smudged and her skin in pale from fatigue, but her face is still alight with that strange look.

She hides her face from me in the dark comforter on my bed and then looks back to me with a coy smile. I've never seen her like this, so… unreserved. It's like all her inhibitions have gone away in an instant, but that doesn't mean that mine have, too. Her hand fists in the blankets and she rustles around impatiently while waiting for me to come over and join her.

I sit carefully on the edge of the bed, creating a small pocket in the mattress that causes Tris to slide closer to me. She giggles again and grabs my hand, kissing each finger. What's up with her? Why is she acting like this?

"Tris?" I ask, interrupting her kiss to my ring finger.

"Yes?" she looks to me.

"Are you…" I falter and start over again. "Are you feeling alright?"

She smiles up at me and kisses my finger. "Never better. Although, I'm a bit thirsty."

I rush to get up. "I'll get you some water or juice or something."

"No!" She fiddles with her dress, suddenly nervous. "I meant that I want something a bit stronger."

I shake my head immediately, feeling more like her father or older brother than her fiance. The margarita couldn't have done this to her, and it would have kicked in before now. I realize that someone must have spiked the punch with something potent; most likely Lauren.

"Tris, you don't need that. You're already a bit too… intoxicated."

She pouts at me and turns her head towards the wall with the window to avoid me. She even goes so far as to cross her arms, making me realize that the Tris I know isn't here right now. In front of me stands- er, lays, a drunk Tris.

I cross the room and lean over the bed, cupping her chin in my hand. I kiss her on the forehead and she responds by quickly grabbing my hair and pulling me on top of her. I don't feel right doing this. I feel like I'm taking advantage of her.

Still, when she kisses me I can't help but kiss back, and I don't want her to feel like I'm rejecting her. I move most of my weight onto the hand not around her jaw. Her hands fly up to my tie and undo the knot, loosening it before sliding it off. When her hand moves to my collar in hopes of unbuttoning my shirt, I pull back.

She looks more hurt than she should and asks, "Tobias?"

I'm out of breath from the kiss and have to take a few moments before speaking. I shake my head at her and look anywhere but her eyes. "We can't do this. You're tired, you're drunk, and it's late. Let's just call it a night, okay?"

She closes her eyes. "I shouldn't have forced you to take me to your home."

I pat her head comfortingly. "It's fine, I just don't like having you around my dad. And like I said, I'm ashamed of my mom."

She forces me to look at her by grabbing my face with both of her hands. Her eyes are open now and her lips are dangerously close to my own. I keep myself in check and focus on her gray orbs.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of her, Tobias. Remember how when your dad and her starting arguing I followed her upstairs?"

I nod my head.

"She kept repeating words to herself, and I couldn't understand what she was saying. Then I finally realized it. She was saying, 'I'm sorry, Tobias. I'm sorry.' She loves you."

I can't bear to hear this. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly in hopes of blocking the emotions out. I didn't know she felt guilty for not being able to help me. I didn't know I was part of the reason my mom went insane.

"Stop," I whisper to Tris. "I don't want to hear any more."

"Tobias, you need to know," she says, sliding her hand down my arm.

"Trisssss," I say.

"Tobias, all I have ever wanted was you. I want you now," she says and I smell the stench of alcohol on her breath.

"Tris, just stop. You're drunk. If you feel the same way tomorrow when you're sober it'll be different, but for now you're drunk and don't know what your talking about," I say.

"So when I don't have a margarita in my system we can?" she asks innocently.

"When you're not drunk, yes Tris. I would rather wait till after we are married though," I tell her.

She bobs her head and then pulls my face to her neck, and eventually we get under the covers. We fall asleep side by side, huddled close together with arms tangled up in one another's.

***Peter's POV***

I pull out of the old parking lot in some deserted part of Factionless Drive. Lauren and I were the only ones parking there, so it was more private. She gives me a smirk as she climbs back into the passenger seat and puts on her seatbelt after rearranging her dress. I can't help but smile back at her.

"So, where do you live?" I ask, waiting for directions on where to go.

She bites at her lip. "It's not much, but it's a small apartment I rent. It's up here to the left. I'm on the first floor and have almost no neighbors left."

"Why's that?" I ask while smoothing down my hair and steering the car to where she told me. This part of town still gives me the creeps, but I feel a little safer than before.

"They all either died or were killed. We got a string of thieves that kept attacking a few years back, and they shot one guy and stabbed another's wife. They got my apartment once while I was gone, but everyone was too much of a pansycake to stick around after that. They haven't been back," she shrugs.

I glance in her direction but don't say anything. I knew this was a rough side of town, but I didn't realize just how much so. It's not like I'm scared of violence, I've dealt with it every day of my life. I just don't like the thought of being killed over a TV and some jewelry.

She laughs at me. "What's the matter, pretty boy? Did I scare you off already?"

I roll my eyes at her comment. "I don't know how you've survived here for this long with an attitude like that. Doesn't anyone here get annoyed with you?"

She sticks her tongue out at me. "I'm not the only one with a bad attitude. You've got a hot head yourself, Mr. Peter."

I pull into the parking area for a run down, three-story brick building with an old faded sign. This must be the place, because a few guys stand outside the main entrance smoking something other than cigarettes and exchanging money. I eye them suspiciously and look to Lauren for her input on the situation.

She shrugs them off. "They're fine, don't worry about them."

When we get out, the men look between us and the car with greed glinting in their eyes. Whether it's for Lauren or the car, I can't say, but either way I feel discomfort around them. They whistle when we walk past, and I put my hand on the small of Lauren's back. She goes inside without hesitation and steers me to her apartment, unlocking it with a small key.

Inside, she shuts and locks the door, then hands me a duplicate of her key.

"This place is yours, too, now, I guess," she says. She gestures around the small and old-fashioned apartment, equipped with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and one bedroom. It's clean and only a bit disorganized, and it feels more like a home than the starchiness of my parent's apartment.

I stick the key in my pocket and follow Lauren to the bedroom. She tosses me a pillow and blanket, and I stay rooted to the ground while giving her a confused look.

"You're not sleeping in the same bed as me until we're married. You can have the couch."

I pinch the bridge of my nose and decide not to argue. I toss the bedding onto the plush, red couch and fling myself down without getting undressed. I'm tired and not in the mood to do anything but sleep. She turns off the light and closes her bedroom door.

Seconds before the blackness creeping around my eyes takes over and I enter a dream-filled sleep, a creak awakens me. I panic, assuming the worst, before realizing it's just Lauren opening her bedroom door again. She must have forgotten something. I roll back over and feel a hand touch my shoulder.

"Hmph?" I groan out.

"Maybe you can sleep in the bed just for tonight."

I groggily sit up and look at her outline in the darkness. Even with the blinds closed, moonlight seeps into the room, illuminating her face as my eyes adjust. I get up and head into the bedroom, pillow and blanket in hand. Then I crash down onto the bed and feel the blackness return. Lauren slips in beside me.

One last thought escapes my lips before I succumb to slumber. "What made you change your mind?"

She sighs, almost as tired as me. "The nightmares go away when someone's with me."

A/N: Yay, another chapter! Question time! What's the one dream you can always remember every detail of?