Chapter 5

-Venice, Italy-

They arrived in Venice at eight o'clock, and Uriah was with them. Four and Tris got their train tickets to Prague, and they had to leave Venice at eight P.M., so they had twelve hours here. Uriah said he had to leave at five though, and that'd be the end of their time together. He was going to Berlin instead of Prague.

"So," Four said. "What's on your list of adventures for Venice?"

"I want to eat some authentic Italian food. After that, go on a gondola ride. Super cliché, I know. But that's it, really. Take shitloads of pictures."

She gasped, as if she remembered something. "I want a tattoo!"

"No," Four said. "There's no way I'm letting you get a tattoo."

"I can do whatever I want Four," she laughed. "You can approve of what I'm getting though, if that makes you feel better. I already know what it is though."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," Four sighed.

"How about we walk around town a little," suggested Uriah.

And they did. They went into little shops, but didn't buy anything. Four somehow got a hold of the camera, much to Tris's dismay.

They finally found a tattoo parlor, and they went in. They looked at the tattoos on the wall, even though Tris already knew what she was getting. She grabbed a piece of scrap paper off of the desk and a pencil. She sketched two connected eighth notes, a sixteenth note, a singular eighth note. She showed it to Four, and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Where at?"

"Right here." She pointed behind her ear. "They'd be super small."

He sighed.

"It's not like I'm actually going to listen to you if you say no, but it'd be nice knowing you don't think I'm an idiot for doing it."

"Okay," he said, then handed the paper back to her.

An hour later, Tris's tattoo was permanent, and she was happy with it.

After that, they went around town some more, and Tris found a little shop with some cute girls' and guys' clothes. She pulled them inside, and Uriah had said, "Oh, shopping!"

From what Tris could see, Four waited outside for them, scanning through the pictures on the camera.

Tris came outside in her new dress an hour later with her tattoo bandage off. The dress was black on top with some pink roses on it and some green leaves, while the bottom was a pink that matched the roses on top. She kept the Vans, which looked cute with the dress. She kept on the sunglasses too.

She said, smiling, "Can you believe this was only ten bucks in American money?"

Four quickly snapped a picture of her before she could protest.

"Four. Don't."

"You look like a model! Just let me take one more."

She groaned and stepped onto the center of the abandoned brick road. Four scooted back so he could fit in all of the settings around her. Tris put her hands on her hips and smiled.

"Oh, come on," he said. "Act like a model. You know you want to!" He laughed and took another while she was laughing.

Tris crossed one leg over the other, pulled her skirt out a little with one hand, and looked everywhere but the camera.

"Perfect," he said, nearing her.

"I can't believe I just did that," she grumbled. "Do you like photography?"

"It's my life-long dream that I know will probably never happen. But yeah, I've always wanted to be a photographer."

"You never know until you try," she said, smiling.

Uriah came out minutes later, and Four took a picture of him too. They walked around a little more, and Four took a picture of Uriah and Tris by the river, their heads next to each other and grinning.

Tris snatched the camera from Four's hands and motioned for him to stand in front of the river.

"No," he said simply.

"What about if I get in with you? There are, like, no pictures of you on here."

He sighed. "Whatever. Fine."

Tris smiled and handed Uriah the camera. Four leaned back against the railing and put an arm around her shoulders. Tris put an arm around his waist, and together they smiled.

"Okay, now do a silly one."

Tris blew up her cheeks and placed a kiss on Four's cheek. His face went red and his eyes went wide. Uriah chuckled and took the picture.

At 4:30, they were at a restaurant beginning to sit down.

Uriah said, "It's already 4:30. I should be getting to the train station." He smiled sadly.

Tris hugged Uriah. "I hope we see each other again. Four, get in here. Group hug!"

"C'mon, Four," Uriah said. "It's all right. We have a chickie buffer! She takes away all of the man-on-man discomfort."

Four laughed and joined.

"We'll miss ya, Uriah," Tris said, then waved.

He waved back and turned away.

They then sat down at the outdoor restaurant alongside the river.

Two hours later, they were stuffed with food. Tris reached for her drawstring bag and opened it, then searched for her wallet. She remembered she left it in her back pocket, then reached there. But it wasn't anywhere to be found.

"Four. Four, oh my god. I think Uriah stole my wallet."

"Woah, woah, relax, I have mine…" He reached for his back pocket, and he gave her a look that said, "Fuck."

"Run," Tris said. So they did. They sprinted to the nearest alley, and the waiter along with a security guard followed them.

They found a small canal bridge, and Four said, "Jump."

They jumped in together and came up quietly to see the waiter and guard nowhere to be found. And then they laughed.

The man at the gondola boat said, "Ah, gondola?"

"Yes," Tris said.

"No," Four said at the same time.

"Ah, yes, yes, my first customer! They assign me at this bridge and I tell them, 'No, no, no one will come to Gianno's bridge!' and look at me now! Oh, me madré will be so happy!"

"Um…," Tris said, "we don't have any money…"

The gondola man, Gianno, frowned. "Well, then, I'm sorry. No ride."

"But, sir," Tris said, "you see, we're newlyweds." She looked at Four, hoping he'd play along. "Right? Right, honey?" She kissed his cheek.

"That's right, sweetums." That word sounded so peculiar in his British accent, but Tris loved it.

"Oh, I just adore you when you call me that."

There was silence until Gianno said, "Your love is beautiful." He looked flustered. "But no money, no ride."

"Please, sir, we were married against our parents' wishes," Tris said.

"We tried to stay apart, but it was no good," Four continued.

"Exactly. I would rather die than live another day so I didn't have to live with out my…"—Tris winced—"lover."

"We have nothing, but we have everything," Four said. It was quite beautiful though.

"We've come so far on nothing but the currency of young love," Tris said, touching a hand to her heart.

Four gave her a weird look, smiling, but she winked at him without Gianno noticing.

"Ah… Yes, the canal is free for you tonight."

"Thank you, thank you, sir. So much," Tris said as she and Four climbed into the boat.

Gianno stood behind them with the oar and said, "Ah, where does this go again?"

Four gave Tris a worried glance.

"Just kidding! I kid, I kid."

He began to move the boat.

"I think we did pretty good," Tris said, so Gianno wouldn't hear.

"I don't know. I got a little worried when you went so far as to the currency of young love," he chuckled.

"Hey, hey, we got by."

"True."

"You know," she said, "I just married you, but I know nothing about you."

He sadly smiled. "There isn't much to know."

Tris gave him that look that said, "Oh really?"

"Okay, okay. Tobias Frederick Eaton. Twenty-one years old. Born in Chicago, Illinois, America. Moved to London, England when I was twelve with my mother after she left my father. My father wasn't a very good man. Always at work, never at home. My mother… she wanted him to make the big gesture."

"Big gesture?" Tris asked quietly.

"You know. 'I'll quit for you. I'll stay home for you. Darling.' But he didn't. Because they don't really do that, do they?"

Tris didn't say anything. "I don't really know what people do."

He just sadly smiled.

They went under another bridge, and standing on the next one were Bud and Tori, the secret service bodyguards, the waiter, and the security guard.

Four and Tris looked at each other quickly and then Four kissed her. Tris's eyes went wide, and she didn't kiss back. She realized what he was doing though. It would hide both of their faces. So Tris kissed back and closed her eyes. She knew they had to've been under the bridge by then, but neither of them pulled back. Tris laid a hand on his neck, pressing him closer.

Eventually though, Tris pulled back slightly, and their noses were just an inch apart. She awkwardly turned away and looked at the water below them.

"I take you back to your hotel now, eh?" Gianno suggested.

Tris chuckled. "Ah, no. We're actually getting on a train."

"With what money?" Gianno asked suspiciously.

"20 young love dollars," Four said, chuckling.

"Ah, I see. I let you off near station."

"Thank you, Gianno," Tris said.

Tris was angry, but she didn't let it show. Sure, she kissed Four back, and she liked it, she did, but there were better ways to hide. She specifically told him she didn't want… whatever they had. Not they had anything.

We don't have anything. You've known him for three—almost four—days. You don't even know his favorite color.

"Hey, Four?"

"You can call me Tobias, if you want," he said warmly smiling at her.

She didn't return it. Just simply asked, "Tobias, what's your favorite color?"

He seemed somewhat surprised at her question. "Um… probably dark red or dark blue. What about you?"

"Violet," she said plainly.

She decided from there on out, there would be no flirting. No teasing. No hinting. No trifling. Just… friends, she supposed.

They arrived at the train station fifteen minutes before it left, and they thanked Gianno. The train was already boarding, so they got on. They found a room identical to the last train; a bench on each side with a window. Tris took off her drawstring bag and stood by the window. She saw the canals, shops, and even little gelato places. Tobias stood next to her and looked out too.

Tobias softly grabbed her shoulder, turning her toward him, and he kissed her again.

But she quickly pulled back. "What are doing?"

"I'm sorry. I just thought… because of the boat…"

"That was so we wouldn't get arrested. And by the way, there were much better ways to hide."

"You kissed me back even when we were past the bridge," he pointed out.

She looked out the window again and whispered, "I was caught up in the moment."

"Pushing people away and denying yourself of love makes you weak, not strong. Especially when you do it out of fear."

"If I could be with you and get to know more about you, I would gladly take that offer. But I can't."

"And why not?"

"Because!" she yelled. "You live in London, and I live in America, for one."

"But we still have Prague, Berlin, Amsterdam, London, Dublin and France. Six days, at the least. Just six days we could do this."

She laughed. "And then what? I'm not going to put myself through that torture for someone I barely even know." She turned away and said, "Now, I'm going to go to bed and pretend like Venice never even happened, because I don't want it to be awkward tomorrow. So goodnight, Tobias."

"All passengers, we are leaving now. ETA to Prague: 8:30 A.M."