Chapter 15
Warning! Warning! This is a filler! They deserve to have a fluffy chapter after everything I've made them go through! lol
Tris woke up first. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she was in Tobias's bed until she realized his arms were wrapped around her. She slowly flipped around to the other side of her body to face Tobias.
She caught a glance at the clock on the wall. It read ten o'clock.
Tris was surprised, at the least, since she fell asleep at seven and woke at ten the next morning. She slept fifteen hours. She hadn't slept like that in years.
She slowly placed her lips on Tobias's, getting him to wake up. He kissed back shortly after awakening.
"Sleep well?" he said, still not fully awake.
"Very. Fifteen hours."
He kissed her again. "Good. You needed it."
"So I know you had some stuff planned for yesterday. You still want to do those things today?"
He shook his head. "I kind of feel lazy. But if you want to do something, that's fine too."
"Well I had a few ideas…," she said with a smirk.
"And those are…?"
"Well, we could—don't laugh at me," she chuckled, "—build a fort made out of blankets and pillows in your living room and just play video games or something. I've been dying to do that recently. I haven't done it since, like, eighth grade," she laughed.
Tobias just kissed her. "Another reason I love you. Honestly. I mean, what guy doesn't love a girl who wants to build a fort, play video games, and make-out all day? Plus I get to wake up next to you? Damn, I'm lucky," he told her. "I must've done something right in my life to deserve you."
Tris grinned at his words. "I love you."
He smiled. "Let's make us some breakfast."
They both got up, and Tris realized she slept in her jeans.
"Do you have an extra pair of gym shorts, or something?" she asked.
He raised his eyebrows and put on his glasses. "You're asking the guy twice the size of you," he chuckled.
She tiredly smiled. "I know, but these jeans are really uncomfortable."
"So take 'em off," he said, winking.
Her cheeks turned red. "Tobias!"
"I'm serious! Your sweatshirt is humongous, it has to go at least past your butt."
"I don't know… It feels awfully short."
"Would you like one of my sweatshirts? Would that make you feel better?"
She shook her head and laughed. "Fine."
He dug around in his dresser and pulled out a big black sweatshirt. "It's my biggest, softest one. It should do."
She took off her sweatshirt and had on a t-shirt underneath. She pulled the black sweatshirt over her head. The sleeves were about six inches longer than her arms, and the sweatshirt itself was like a dress on her. Then she took off her jeans. She put her glasses on and looked in the mirror.
"Tobias," she laughed, "this is huge."
He shrugged. "You asked for it."
She stepped closer to him, lying her hands on his bare chest, and said, "Try anything and you die."
He smirked. "No guarantees."
She rolled her eyes and and made her way to the kitchen. She managed to put her hair up in a bun, just to get it out of her face.
"So what sounds good?" he asked Tris.
She leaned against the counter. "Anything, really."
"Pancakes?"
She smiled. "You sure you can make something that difficult?" she teased.
He rolled his eyes. "Do you want blueberries or chocolate chips or something?"
She shook her head. "No thank you."
"All right."
As he waited for the griddle to heat up, he made the batter. Tris watched his muscles as they stirred the batter with the whisk. He was shirtless. She couldn't not look.
He must've felt her eyes on him, because he turned around and winked at her.
She simply blushed and looked away.
He finished the batter and walked over to her.
"I can't get over how perfect you are," Tobias told her.
She smiled and looked down. "Are you going to do that all day?" she chuckled.
He grinned at her. "Maybe."
She simply shook her head.
"Don't deny any of it, either. There is the smartest, most amazing, most beautiful girl standing right in front of me, and she's wearing a giant sweatshirt with no pants, sexy legs, hair in an extremely sexy bun, and cute, nerdy glasses. Quite honestly, I don't know how I'm holding myself back."
"Says my shirtless boyfriend," she said with a smirk. They still weren't touching, which made Tris go crazy.
She finally slowly leaned up to kiss him, and he backed away, messing with her.
"Tobias," she groaned. "That was mean."
"I got some pancake makin' to do." He winks at her.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered, "Well first you got some kissin' to do."
He turned around, and then kissed her. He roughly pressed her against the counter, surprising her. She even let out a little squeal that turned into a sigh.
Then she started laughing.
Tobias pulled back and raised an eyebrow. "Something funny?"
She just laughed again as she put her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just that you touched my butt"—she laughed again—"and I wasn't expecting it. I was like, woah, Tobias's hands are on my butt," she laughed. "And, you know, you're just always so goofy most of the time so I don't really imagine you, you know," she laughed for the fifth time. "You're just so cute."
He shook his head. "Well, I'm glad you think I'm cute when we make-out."
"Tobias, it's not like that, it's just… I mean, don't get me wrong, you're hot. Like, really hot, Tobias. But it was just funny because you usually aren't so forthcoming."
He smirked and poured the batter onto the steaming griddle. "Should I be?"
She shrugged, smirking. "I don't know. Should you?"
Tobias simply shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
She chuckled and crossed her arms. "Keep me forever."
"Forever?" he asked.
"Forever," confirmed Tris.
"Are you sure you can deal with me that long?" she asked him playfully.
"I could definitely deal with you that long. In fact, I'd really quite enjoy it," he said as he smirked at her. He flipped the pancakes over.
"Oh, really?"
"Seeing you in my giant clothing is something I can't pass up. Plus, you know, I kinda like you."
He flipped the pancakes over to see if they were done, and they were, so he put them on a plate.
"Only kinda?" she teased.
"Yeah."
She rolled her eyes as she smiled and walked over to the fridge across the kitchen. The freezer was on top, and the fridge on the bottom. She bent down to get the butter and syrup.
When she retrieved both items, she turned around to see Tobias's neck leaned over to see her back end.
His face reddened and he quickly turned his attention back to the pancakes.
She didn't mind. Tris had checked him out more than a few times.
Tris wrapped her arms around him from the back. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."
He flipped the pancakes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
"Tobias," she cut him off, "it's okay. You have every right to."
He shrugged, causing her to unwrap her arms from his waist.
"I feel like I'm being disrespectful. I don't know," he told her.
"You aren't. Seriously. You're my boyfriend. It's completely okay. If you were a random guy, then yeah, I'd probably kick your ass," she chuckled.
"Or I probably would," he laughed. He put the pancakes on the plate. The were eight total.
They walked over to the couch and say on it, and then Tobias turned on the TV.
"Request?" he asked her.
"Horror. Definitely horror," she smirked.
"Have you seen Insidious: Chapter 3? It's more so creepy than scary, really."
"Put it on, man. Let's do it. I've seen the first and second, but not the third."
By the time they finish the pancakes, they're a half hour through the movie. They paused it so they can build their blanket and pillow fort. She and Tobias gathered all of the pillows and blankets that were in his house.
In the end, they ended up using seven blankets, eleven pillows, three chairs, two couches, and an entire roll of duct tape.
It wasn't tall enough as to where she could stand, but she could sit on her knees. Not Tobias, though. Tall thing, he was.
They laid on their stomachs and watched the movie, Tris flinching at some scary, creepy parts.
"You know," Tobias said, "as cool as this fort is, it kind of sucks."
She chuckled and looked over at him as she smiled. "It's cool, but it sucks? I'm lost."
"I can't cuddle with you on the floor. We aren't even touching," he complained.
She rolled her eyes and smirked. "Tobias, we don't always have to be cuddling or touching."
"I know that, but it's cute when you get scared in the movie and your face in my chest. I think it's adorable."
"I've only screamed in a horror movie one time. The rest I just flinch. No biggie." She shrugged.
She turned her attention back toward the screen, it was toward the ending. Elise picked up her dead husband's sweater that was lying on her bed. She didn't put it there, either.
The camera turned back toward Elise, and the devil with a red face popped up just behind her, causing Tris to scream. The end credits scrolled through the screen, but she could only tell from the music because her face was hidden in Tobias's neck.
She was breathless. "Is it over?" she whispered.
"Yeah," he laughed. "Never scream, huh?"
Tris hesitantly looked up to see a black screen and heard no music any longer.
"I wasn't expecting that," she said. "I mean, honestly. Who would?"
He smirked. "Yeah. Keep tellin' yourself that, sweetie."
"Besides, I thought you said that was cute. Maybe I just faked that?"
"No," Tobias said. "That was definitely, definitely real."
She sighed. "Dammit. I tried," Tris chuckled.
He simply smiled at her. "I love you."
She smiled back, not being able to withhold it. "I love you too." She leaned forward to kiss him, and he met her in the middle. She laid her hands on his jawline, and his on her waist.
She pulled back and laid on her stomach once again.
"What's next?"
And then he started tickling her.
She immediately started giggling and squirming. She laughed uncontrollably. He was on top of her tickling her stomach, her neck, everywhere. She was extremely ticklish.
Tris went weak, but she managed pin him down, still laughing, and hovering over him.
She couldn't help but keep the smile on her face as she was breathless.
"Let's just take a moment," he told her as she still sat on top of his stomach. "You're sitting me, no pants, and I'm shirtless. Just take a moment," he said with a shit-eating grin on his face.
She shook her head, laughing, and rolled off of him. "Your inner Four is coming out."
"That's good thing right?"
She smirked too. "Usually."
He shook his head. "You're really confusing sometimes, you know that?"
"I try."
He just laughed. "Out of all the cases I've had in my life, you're the only one I haven't solved."