As always I don't own these characters or the main story, I just own this plot.

By the time we return it's midnight. I wanted to be back long before now; it's monday, I still have the whole week to go and because of tonight, I'm gonna be tired for it.

All the lights are off in my corridor, Four walks me down it, the only light coming from the few windows. The soft blue light really makes you see how the angle of his chin works well to complement the strong presence of his cheek bones, something I never noticed in daylight. With this blueish tint to the light you can see the faint scar on his chin, I wonder how it got there, perhaps football, possibly a fight defending his girl; I seem to doubt the latter. We don't make much noise, it's too late, few will remain up, yet the majority of the hall's asleep.

"Room 44, right? " He asks as we approach my door. There we stand facing one another.

"Yeah, don't you remember the night you walked me back after I was in a bit of a... state. " I smirk. I barely remember that night, I should hope he does, he was very sober in comparison to myself.

"I was just thinking about that night. I will probably never forget it. I mean, you were a wreck." He was just thinking about that night? Has he thought about it another time? Despite the fact that he was thinking about it due to me being a wreck though probably isn't a good thing-

-Wait. I agreed with myself earlier that Four is like my brother and don't I remember earlier. I am the little sister he needs to protect. He isn't attracted to me. And me? I am not attracted to him either, let's let it remain that way. If anything else happens, it would be strange, the age gap would make it odd.

"You know, most girls would be offended if you called them a wreck." I jeer.

"Well, Tris, you are not most girls are you?" I want to melt into his arms, he think of me as different... But he isn't, he's like every other guy, he wants girls for their bodies and I have the body of a freaking twelve year old.

"Well, if you even count me as a girl." I drop my gaze to my feet, I shouldn't have said that. I should have just laughed or thanked him, but no. it apparently all has to be about me.

"Why wouldn't I?" he has a look of concern on his face, it's like he feels worried about me.

"Nah, doesn't matter." I shrug it off.

"Yeah, it does." he fits his hand under my chin and tilts my head up to look him in the eye, his deep, deep, blue eyes. The unique shade of blue. I'm not getting out of this.

"I'm not exactly a girl am I?"

"How am I to know, Tris?"

"No, not that. I mean, look at me. I am scrawny, about as well built as a child, I don't like to wear makeup or talk about clothes and shoes. I'm going no where."

"Since when did looking like a supermodel mean success?"

"You didn't deny it, I do look like a piece of shit."

"Tris! " He shrieks, " you don't look like a piece of shit. I don't know what the hell is going on in your head; whether you really think this or if you are stooping low enough to fish for compliments, but get this in your head. You are a beautiful girl, any guy would be lucky to have you." He's right, what has gotten into me. I need sleep, it's been a long draining day. He tilts his head, as if he is about to kiss me, but I can't kiss him. Not now, that won't go well, I'm already a stir of emotions. I turn to my door and unlock it. He jolts up straight like the past thirty seconds never happened and brushes himself down.

"Thank you, Four. " I blush.

"It's okay, I'm here for you." We stand there in awkward silence, all I can do is bring myself to hug him, he's done so much for me tonight; he found me when I was alone, he brought me back here, he boosted my confidence. I extend my arms around his neck and pull him closer, the closer to me the better.

He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me ever so slightly so that we are almost the same height. His body is an odd texture, he is both muscly and soft, whatever he is, it's the perfect combination to hug; he's like a giant teddy bear enwrapping me in a blanket of warmth and safety. I don't want to leave and face the world; Chris; Marlene, Molly, the list goes on.

"Goodnight, Tris, " he whispers into my hair.

"Goodnight, Four," I reply. He lets me go and hurried away into the darkness not to be seen again.

I close the door and slide my way to the ground unable to move my feet. He was going to kiss me. Kiss me and I rejected the opportunity. He called me beautiful and I barely thanked him. He was amazing this evening and I was a bitch. We could be an item now, he and I could be the couple of the school, it could have all started from that kiss; that kiss I rejected.

Sluggishly I drag my feet over to my bed, I pull my shoes off and unable to change my clothes from earlier, get under my covers and into a deep sleep.

Thank you for reading lovelies! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, school has been a bitch, but it's almost our break, so I should be writing more soon! Thank you for all your amazing reviews, follows and favourites! I love them all, keep them coming!

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