Okay… I have a very bad explanation for not updating in a quadrillion years. I was go to the worst middle school possible, and spent my days sulking. By the way, the Ferris wheel part scared the crap out of me! I am the worst when it comes to heights, and just picturing it gives me the heeby jeebies. So, sorry! I truly am, but trust me; I'll make it up to you. *wink I have another, well a couple rather, new fanfictions coming up, so stay tuned, and remember, I love ya! May the odds be ever in your favor!
Chapter 5:
Tris' POV:
I look up at the Ferris wheel, reveling in the height, almost jumpy with excitement.
There is a rustling from behind me, and I whip around, searching for its source. I'm met with a pair of the most extraordinary blue eyes I have ever seen.
"Four?" I say, utterly confused.
He looks like he ran after me, and I'm surprised I didn't realize it. Although, if he did run after me, it's hard to tell – he is barely out of breath. I focus on the almost steady lifting and lowering of his chest, not realizing he's talking to me.
"My apologies, what were you saying?" I say kindly.
A small smirk plays on his lips. "I was asking what you were doing," he says shyly.
"Uh, I was thinking I could climb it. Maybe I could find the other team from up there," I reply, looking up at the building.
He gives me a questionable look, and I return it, wondering what he could be thinking – assuming he did follow me here.
"What about you?" I ask, truly curious.
His mouth makes an "o" shape, but he recovers quickly.
"I… uh followed you here," he says cautiously. "I was just interested."
I just look at him. Of course he was only interested in what I was doing, and not me, but it still has the same affect. He only followed me here because he wanted something to do.
I feel a part of me deflate, but I don't know why. Sure, he's handsome, but I don't like him.
After a while I nod, and turn on my heel, striding towards the awaiting Ferris wheel.
I here Four's footsteps behind me, and turn my head to see him trying to catch up with me, though he has a worried look on his face, as if contemplating what to do.
"You okay?" I say without thinking.
"U- Yeah," he says, unconvincingly. I shrug it off. I don't think he's fine, but apparently he's trying to be.
"You don't have to come with me, you know. I can take care of myself." I stop walking, not looking directly at him.
"Of course!" he almost yells, not really sure of himself. "I mean, yeah, I know you can." I look up to see him staring. I stare back, completely perplexed as to what he's doing. I shake my head.
The moment my palm touches the cool metal of the rungs, I smile. At least something good came out of this trip. I lift myself up, and grab the next rung with my other hand. I keep going, and as I get several rungs higher, I hear the sifting of metal on skin, and look down to see Four just climbing on.
When I believe I am high enough to see the other team, I find a car close enough and get in. Not long later, Four follows tentatively.
"Four are you sure you're okay?" I'm an idiot. Of course he's not. His breathes come in ragged bursts, and he's deathly pale. He looks on the verge of screaming.
"Y- yeah," he breathes.
"No, you're not. Why did you come up here if you're afraid of heights?" I inquire.
"I- told you…" he forces his words, and seems as if it's hard to form a coherent thought. "I was interested."
"Yea, but that doesn't mean you climb a Ferris wheel with me! I told you, you didn't have to come."
He shakes his head and looks down. I can understand why he wouldn't want to look around, but I can't help but think he's missing out – the view is absolutely magnificent.
I look down, and think I see a flash of light, but it's hard to tell, being that the sun is setting, and the dim light is not as easy to see in. I look in the same place, trying to catch a glimpse of the flash again.
I smile when I see a blue flash in the spot just outside of the clearing.
"I believe we've found our target," I say reassuringly. This earns a small smile from Four. "Let's get down."
Four goes down first, very hurriedly I might add, but not so much as to leave me behind, per say.
As I'm just 10 feet above ground I hear a clattering, and the rung under me falls. I let out a small shriek, and get a steadier grip on the rung above me.
"Four!" I yell.
I look under me to see his eyes widen, and he starts to get down even faster. Is he leaving me? No, he wouldn't do that. Sure, he's only known you 2 days, but he isn't heartless.
Once he gets on solid ground, he looks around quickly as to try and find something that might help him. When he doesn't that's when I start to panic.
"Tris," he tells me steadily. "I am going to need you to let go."
"What?" I scream. He winces.
"Trust me on this. I'll catch you."
I hesitate. Four is strong – I don't doubt that – but I'm not that small. How's he going to be able to catch a 16 year old girl falling from 10 feet high?
I take a moment to recuperate, and built up the strength to let go. My stomach drops, and I let out a small laugh. I love this feeling, more so if I wasn't so scared a minute ago.
The moment is cut short when strong arms wrap around me. He stumbles a bit, but surprisingly doesn't fall. That is truly awe-inspiring.
He sets me down carefully, and I don't waste one second to thank him.
"Thank you, Four."
Unthinkingly, I put my hand on his arm. He smiles a little, which I take as a good sign.
"No problem. I guess it's a good idea I followed you after all," he says, smug. I roll my eyes, not realizing my hand is still on his arm. When I do, I quickly snatch it away, as if his arm had suddenly burst into flames.
He eyes me, almost as if he's interested, but I know that can't be it.
"You alright?" he asks, his eyes full of concern.
Well of course he cares about you, I think. You almost fell ten feet. Nothing more.
"Yes," I say, more cynical than I feel. He raises his eyebrows. "Sorry."
He stares a while longer, but makes nothing of it. He waves his hand in dismissal.
I remember why we're here, and take off in the direction of our team. Four follows a few paces behind, but catches up easily.
…
"Alright, everyone got it?" Four says. He reminds me of some instructor, explaining a game to his class. We all nod.
Christina and I head off in the direction of the other team, scouting out for any signs of them or their flag. I see the edge of the clearing, and know we're getting close. I tell Christina, and she nods. We keep walking, until I see the same glint of light I saw while in the Ferris wheel.
I rush to it, but stop not far from it when I see two people standing guard. When Christina comes close enough, I point them out and she takes them down, with absolutely amazing accuracy. I take a second to gape at her, and then compose myself. We tread over to the flag, and it's just out of my reach, so Christina snatches it free.
The gesture displeases me, although I know it shouldn't. She earned the flag just as much as I did. Thinking about that helps me let it go.
We make our way to the clearing, along with everyone else. Four puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Great idea, Tris. You know, that's our first win because of you."
"Really?" I never would have thought.
"Ya, that was great," he says, with a smile that I happily return.
He lets go of my shoulder, and Zeke walks over to me.
"What was that, Prior? You said you didn't play!" he screams.
"It's true. I've only played once," I reply.
"Ha!" Uriah cuts in. "You got beat by Tris…" he wheezes, losing air from laughing so hard. "and she… she… only played once!" He bursts out laughing.
"You know what I'm going to beat?" Zeke mutters, pacing over to Uriah and putting him in a headlock. Uriah ends up losing his balance, and falling over, taking Zeke with him.
"It's funny," Marlene starts, smirking. "they always end up fighting, yet they are never on the same team. This earns a laugh from everyone, except Zeke and Uriah, who are oblivious.
Will goes over and hits Zeke in the head.
"You idiot, you did it wrong. Like this," he states simply, taking Uriah and putting him into a headlock just like Zeke did.
I smile. Boys…
Four ends up having to break it up, considering Will claims he wasn't going to let go because Uriah stole his Pop-Tarts, or whatever.
A few minutes later, we decide to leave, but not without an agreement to do something else next week.
I climb into Christina's car, and she drives me home.
This is just as long as I wanted it to be. Only for you beautiful people. I hope to post more tomorrow, but if I don't I will hopefully post this week.
