So to answer my two guest reviewers:

Guest I think you should read the last half of the second chapter there is something that Tris says to Caleb that will answer your question.

DRB what about Tobias and Tris?

"It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew."

- Henry Rollins

He had a gap between his teeth. This boy. My cousin. Tobias Joseph Eaton. I was six and he was nearly 3 years older than me. I liked how he had a funny eye like Aunt Evelyn. It was so blue it was black like Uncle Marcus' but there was a patch of lighter blue in the outer corner of the left one.

He was nine and so brave. How he'd jump across the creek behind our house. I admired my cousin.

September 7 (Last year)

"What are you writing?"

I look up and blink, brown eyes, wide smile. I come to and I remember that I'm sitting outside on the grass. I remember that Uncle Marcus went to work and Aunt Evelyn had told Tobias not to leave us alone and if he was going anywhere to take us with him.

He had slumped his shoulders and groaned out an okay before we all piled in her car that she's let Tobias borrow. We made it into town and pulled down a road into a group of houses that looked identical. We stopped in front of this one that has two boys playing with a soccer ball in the front yard.

Tobias turned and looked at my brother and I. "Don't be weird and freak out my friends."

Caleb snorted and opened the door and I followed him out of car, notebook tucked under my arm. We sat on the grass.

The sun has moved behind dark clouds and I realised that Caleb and I are all alone on the grass. Caleb has his head resting on his knees, I can hear music from his headphones.

"Hello?"

I look back up and the girl with the brown hair tilts her head. "You know it's starting to rain right?"

I shake my head and nudge Caleb. Aunt Evelyn's car is gone and I bite my inner cheek.

"They left an hour or so ago." The girl squints, "you can come over to my house. If you want. My dad won't mind."

I pull Caleb behind me as I follow the girl down the street. "I was walking home after work... always carry an umbrella, ya'know... saw you sitting there as it was going to rain... why not, ya'know..."

We make it two blocks over and up to a small blue house. Petunias are in bloom in a box on the inside of the window. She unlocks and opens the door, "Dad, I'm home. I brought some people over! Not home I guess." She looks at me. "I'm Molly Atwood. This is my home."

"We could be murderers." I look around.

"Well at least I'd die doing a good deed." She hangs up her umbrella on a hook next to the door.

"I'm Caleb Prior and this is my sister Beatrice." Caleb slides his headphones down his neck. "So you live here with your dad? Just your dad?"

"Yeah," Molly grabs three cups down. "Want some cocoa?" She grabs milk and Nesquik powder. "So what were you guys doing outside? You know a friend who doesn't tell you where they're going-" a clap of thunder cracks outside and the rain comes down. "Would've left you out in the rain. In that."

"He was our cousin not a just a friend." I watch Caleb remove his shoes and point at a chair.

Molly nods her head and he sits. "So do you live here with your parents?"

"No, we're visiting our aunt and uncle." I drum my fingers against the notebook, I follow Molly over to the table.

"Hmm," she sets the glasses down and taps her chin. "So you don't know anyone here? Where are you from?"

"No we don't. New York." I sit down.

"Ah! Where in New York?" She pulls out a chair.

"Upstate." Caleb answers pulling a cup close to him. The door opens and closes with a bang.

"Fucking shit!" A young man comes around the corner. "It's like warm piss being sprinkled on you." His dark hair is plastered to his face, rain dripping down his long nose. His dark eyes go straight to Molly. "Drew wanted to come over."

"Did you leave him home alone?" Molly frowns.

"No!" The boy shakes his head. "Wouldn't leave him alone with my mother even if she was the last person on earth. Dropped him off at Nana's."

"Peter-"

"Oh is this chocolate milk?" He grabs her glass and takes a drink then slowly lets the milk fall back in the glass. "Oh god gross! Nasty as shit!" He looks at me, "did she make you this shit? No no, this is an outrage!"

"Peter!" Molly grabs for her glass before he disappears into the kitchen.

"This needs more chocolate powder! Who fucking makes chocolate milk that still tastes like milk! Not only that but did you use soy milk?"

"Excuse me," Molly holds up a finger before following Peter through the archway, I see her smack his shoulder as he takes a sip of the now darker chocolate milk.

I tap my glass and turn to Caleb who has his phone out, the screen is dark. "Caleb, are you okay?"

There's a pop noise from my pocket and I pull out my phone:

Quick I need to know his type of music!

I need to know how he is about music!

-Caleb

I set my phone down and sigh.

"What's wrong?" I turn around and Peter is leaning close to me, Molly sits down holding a new glass and Peter sits the chocolate powder down with a spoon and a wink. "In case you guys want more chocolatey milk."

My phone pops again and I look at it before pulling it to my chest:

Shit is he straight?

If he is then I guess date him!

GO FOR IT!

-Caleb

I type back 'shut up Caleb' before taking the spoon. "So your name is Peter?"

"Mmhm." He tilts his head.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Tris and this is my brother Caleb." I jerk a thumb at my brother who is staring at Peter like the sun is shining out of his ass. Peter nods and then sits down next to Molly.

'Stop staring, dickbutt.'

I can't he's so handsome!

-Caleb

"So, upstate New York?" Molly turns to us and we tell her about home.

I loved the hills behind our house. I loved how my brother and I would take turns rolling down them, take turns playing tag and if Tobias was there how we'd camp out in the back yard looking at stars.

I remember when we all three laid there and I said. "I want to love someone just like Momma loves Dad."

"You mean all cheesy and silly faces and show tunes?" Tobias reached out and poked my nose and I giggled.

"Yeah! I want a husband like Dad!" I flailed my arms and legs.

My cousin sat up and frowned. "I don't want anyone like my mom because that means I'd have to be like my dad." He looked back up at the stars. "I want someone who knows that I'm good. I'm hungry, do you guys want any snacks?" He whispered before getting up and heading towards the house.

"He's crying you know." Caleb put his head on my shoulder, "he's been doing that a lot. I wonder what's wrong."

"He's crying?"

"You know I don't want a wife."

"You'll change your mind when you meet that girl." I rubbed my brother's head, his hair sticking every which way.

"No I want to get married but I think I'd rather want a husband."

That night was the night before the last time I saw my cousin Tobias. And it was the night that I started to realise that I may not be the only eleven year old with a messed up view on life.

October 3 (Last Year)

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