Next chapter yay! I really like this one. It's one of my longer chapters and it's fluffy so enjoy!

Christina really wasn't kidding when she said girls can take long to get ready. I've never been one of those girls because I'm not high maintenance. I don't wear too fancy clothes or put on makeup. I could get up and get ready to go somewhere in five minutes. But Christina was convinced that we had to get perfect for this bonfire.

"Thank god you brought a sundress," she said as she rifled through my suitcase. "But why didn't you bring makeup?"

"I don't even wear makeup on a regular day!" I said.

"Well you're wearing it tonight," she said.

"And why is that?"

"Peter."

I blanched and said, "What about him?"

"You like him," Christina said.

"No I don't!" I protested. There was no way in heaven or hell that I liked Peter Hayes.

"Yes you do," she replied calmly. "When we saw him in the hall earlier you turned into a tomato."

"I do not like Peter," I said steadily. And I wasn't lying! I really didn't like him.

"Don't argue, Tris, it's pointless."

I sighed, "Even if I did like Peter—which I don't—why would you help me get him? You hate him."

"Because you deserve to get what you want. My opinion doesn't matter in this," she said, now rifling through her own suitcase, pulling out a bag of makeup. "Plus, I'm tired of watching you make goo-goo eyes at him."

"I don't make goo-goo eyes at him!" I screeched.

"Really? Because every time we're near him I seem to catch you staring in his general direction like this," she said mimicking a love struck expression.

"That's a face I'm used to you making," I said. "When you look at Will."

Her eyes widened and she turned scarlet.

"I bet Rare's makeup wouldn't be too bad on you. You guys have similar skin tones," she said changing the subject.

I smirked, knowing I won. It wasn't a competition but I so won.

Ignoring my glee, I said, "She doesn't like us though. You think she would allow me to use her makeup?"

"She doesn't have to know," Christina said. She got up, locked the door, and went over to Rare's bed.

"Make sure to put everything back exactly where it was before," I said. The mean girl probably memorized her entire bag's contents. I wouldn't put it past her to measure the amount of eye shadow she had left. Rare didn't strike me as a trusting person.

"Stop being so paranoid," Christina said. "I won't mess up her stuff. She left her makeup bag out on her bed."

Christina quickly grabbed a few things she needed and returned to my bed where she then dumped her several containers and tubes. Truthfully, I could probably only name four of these products in total.

She squeezed a skin colored goop onto her fingers ad began putting it on my face. She used her fingers and some brushes to blend the stuff in. Every now and again Christina would tell me to close my eyes so she could brush powder on my face or something else. All I really knew was that I was uncomfortable. She probably knew that too.

"Relax, Tris," she said when she finished. "I didn't put too much on. You don't look like a clown."

I nodded slowly and said, "Can I see?"

"No. When you're completely done you can see."

She picked up the supplies that belonged to Rare and returned them to her makeup bag, setting it back in the same place it was before.

"Now put on your sundress," Christina instructed.

I did as she told me and slipped it on quickly while she had her back turned. She was looking through my bag again.

"Did you only bring flip flops and sneakers?" she asked. When I nodded, she sighed heavily, as if disappointed.

"At least they match the dress," she said and hand me the flip flops.

They were the same sky blue. The dress was short, down to mid-thigh, with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline. I had brought the dress in case it got really warm. I never planned to use for seduction if that's what you would call it.

"Smile!" Christina said holding her phone out.

I gave her a smile and waited until I heard the click of the camera phone. I stepped over to her. Christina held out the phone for me to take.

My sole thought was: Is that me?

The picture showed a smiling blond haired, blue eyed girl but I looked so different! Christina had put light makeup on me. My skin looked slightly more even than usual and my lips were shining with the lip gloss she put on me. A thin black line was applied to the top of my eyes, making my normally dull blue eyes seem bold and prominent and it barely looked like I was wearing eye shadow. Maybe it was light pink or sparkly. All in all, I was beautiful.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Christina smirking at my reaction.

Embarrased, I handed her back her phone and mumbled, "Shut up."

I waited patiently while she did her own makeup. I played on my phone while she took out her mascara wand.

"On a mission to please?" I said referring to Will.

She blushed again and said, "Maybe."

I groaned as I died for the fifth time in the game.

Then I said, "He likes you a lot, you know. You don't even have to try."

She shrugged, "I guess. But a little touching up can never hurt."

"Whatever you say."

Christina did her makeup similar to mine except her eyeliner was bolder and winged. She also was wearing dark red lipstick that only someone like her could pull off. Instead of wearing it down like me, Christina pulled her hair back into a hair ponytail. She wore a black tank top, a dark wash denim skirt, and black high top converse sneakers.

By the time she had deemed us ready, it was 6:57. She really wasn't kidding about taking a long time. It made me wonder what time she got up every morning to do this.

Will met up with us on the steps of our cabin. I decided to walk a bit slower so Christina could be alone with Will for a moment.

"You go ahead; I'll meet you outside in a second. I think there's a rock in my flip flop," I had said and bent down to take it off.

Christina shrugged and said, "'Kay, see you out there."

I stayed on the ground until she turned the corner. Once she was out of sight, I put my shoe back on, stood up, and leaned against the wall. I decided to count to twenty and then I would walk slowly.

I emerged on the porch to see Christina smiling bashfully at the ground and Will looking at her like there was nobody else in the world. I found myself wishing that someone would look at me like that.

"Ready to go?" I asked, snapping Will out of his daydream.

"Oh hey, Tris, didn't see you there! You look nice," he gave me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said. "Come on, let's go."

It was just getting dark when we got down to the Diving Dock. People were laughing and sitting around a blazing fire while other chased each other and tackled their friends from behind. Some were tossing a Frisbee or a football. A few people went all out on their wardrobes like Christina and me while others were wearing t-shirts and shorts. I envied them.

Christina nudged me and nodded her head in the direction of the fire. I looked towards where she was gesturing and saw Peter sitting on a log roasting a marshmallow.

"Go," she whispered and gave me a little shove.

Will looked at her questioningly while I glared at her. She wouldn't allow me not to do this so I might as well get it over with fast.

Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my dress, I walked over to wear he was sitting.

"Hey, mind if I sit?" I said.

He looked up from the fire and when his eyes locked on me, he said, "Woah."

I blushed for probably the trillionth time that night.

"You look…fantastic," he said, ogling me. His eyes ran over my outfit and locked back on mine. He stared at me for what felt like hours and it might have been.

"Peter?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"Your marshmallow's on fire."

He whipped his head back to his flaming marshmallow and blew it out.

"So can I sit?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" he gestured for me to sit but then held up a finger. He spread the sweatshirt that was previously on his knee over the log.

I raised an eyebrow and slowly sat down on his sweatshirt.

"Don't want your dress to get messed up, right?" he said.

I chuckled, "Thanks."

I felt his eyes on me as I watched the fire. Occasionally someone would yelp as their marshmallow caught fire.

"You look different," he finally said. "Good, but different."

"Christina did my makeup against my will," I said.

He nodded, "She's definitely forceful. Speaking of which, where is she? And the other guy?"

Something told me that it wouldn't be wise to tell him she made me come over here alone so I thought quickly.

"They…umm…they ditched me," I decided. "Probably went to make out in the woods or something. They've been giving each other eye sex for weeks."

Okay, the eye sex thing may have been a little too far. But it was true.

He laughed, "Yeah I've seen it."

"You have? When?"

"Those two are always outside on the field doing homework together. But they just sit there and stare at each other. I see them when I'm walking back from rehearsals to the dorm," he said.

"Oh," I nodded.

We sat in silence for a moment until he held out a hand. I glanced down at it. In his palm was a marshmallow.

"Want to make a s'more?" he asked.

I smiled and found a stick on the ground.

"Thanks," I said accepting his marshmallow and spearing it with the stick.

"So how do you like Dauntless?" he asked.

"Honestly, it's pretty intimidating. Never in a million years did I think I'd have to perform as the lead role in front of a crowd," I said, resting my marshmallow over the flames.

Peter nodded, "Yeah I get it. It's a lot of pressure."

"You don't seem too bothered by it."

"Because I'm good at acting."

I rolled my eyes, "Obviously. Otherwise you wouldn't be playing Matthew."

"I guess. I'm actually pretty nervous about it though," he said. I turned away from my marshmallow and looked at him.

"Imagine how I feel. I've never even kissed anyone and now I'm expected to do it in front of a bunch of people!"

"It won't be that bad, I promise. I've been told I'm a good kisser," he winked at me.

"Oh yeah?" I flirted. "What else have you been told?"

His eyes flicked over to the fire and he said, "Well I've been told that my marshmallow's on fire. Now I can say the same to you."

I jumped and turned back to fire where my molten marshmallow plopped off my stick and onto the burning wood. My shoulders slumped in defeat and I tossed my stick into the fire.

"No s'mores then?" Peter said. "Okay, how about swimming?"

I shook my head, "I don't have a bathing suit."

"I don't mind," he smirked.

I gave him a look.

"I'm kidding," he chuckled.

"I know," I sighed.

Peter smiled at me again. It wasn't his normal mean smirk or the flirty smirk. It wasn't a smirk at all. It was a genuine smile. We lapsed into silence because for some reason we tended to do that. I think that we both just had no idea what to say to the other.

I felt content sitting there with him while the sky got darker and darker. At one point a handful of Dauntless decided to go scope out the woods to cure their boredom. The girls came back screaming and the boys looked mildly horrified.

"We found a dead rabbit," one of the boys said. "It was a bloody carcass."

One of the girls grimaced at the mental image trying to comfort her crying friend. The night had grown loud with the shouts of the gory rabbit and scary stories about werewolves began forming. A guy threw his head back and howled in imitation of the wolf.

I jumped when Peter whispered softly in my ear, "Want to go somewhere quieter?"

I nodded. I loved these people but I didn't feel like listening to horror stories about werewolves that would tear you to shreds. We stood up, Peter grabbed his sweatshirt, and we quickly but quietly made our way away from the group.

Soon I found us winding down the path to the shore.

"I found this place earlier when we got here," he said.

"Yeah I came here before too," I replied, sitting in the sand.

He sat down next to me.

"This is awesome," he smiled. "I'm so glad I got put in this faction."

"Me too," I said. "At first I was really really scared about having to perform. I kind of wanted Erudite."

"Not Candor? At all?"

"No way! I'm terrible at anything music-like," I laughed. "I can't sing or play any instruments. If I do either one, it will sound like a cat dying."

"That's unfortunate," he chuckled. "Well I would suck at Abnegation. I'm really bad at drawing and painting and all of that stuff."

"I guess we balance each other out."

"Yeah," he said. "Like two pieces of a puzzle."

And I'm glad it was dark because my face flushed. But it wasn't dark enough to conceal me shiver as the wind blew.

"Cold?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine," I said but he was already taking off his sweatshirt. "Really I'm okay."

"Take it," he said holding it out towards me.

I hesitated but I took it and slipped it over my head. I was immediately warmer once I put it on. It was a navy blue and had a small hole in the sleeve. I couldn't but love the way it smelled: like him. The smell was beyond description but I can say it was perfect.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much," I said with a smile.

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