Alright guys, I've been so inconsistent with updates, I decided to post an early chapter! Please review and tell me what you want to happen. I forget where this story was supposed to go, anyways, so...let me know! I won't be able to update much for a little bit because school and cello competitions and lots of personal sh*t sucks, so I'm really sorry. I'm trying, though. Huge thank you to every one of you guys. Love ya all! See you soon. Enjoy.

okay...yes, it has come to my attention that my username is spelled like lamebutsecretElyawesomenerd. I know it "secretly" is spelled incorrectly, but it was a mistake I made years ago on an account that I just decided to keep the name. So yes, I do know I am a complete idiot.

Dis: don't own anything. Yay.

Four POV

Well, we've managed to make it back. Somehow. I don't know where we were, but after a day more of walking, we had spotted the sign that told us we were back in Boston. After studying a map, I managed to figure out we were somewhere in Western Mass. We could have made it sooner, but the silence was awkward as we walked, so Tris separated a little away from me and smelled every freaking flower there was. God, I love her, but she can be such a spiteful little bit- wait! Did I just say "love"? Okay, no no no, definitely not love. Something...my mind just slipped. I'm just tired from walking, is all. I finally collapse onto a bench in the middle of Harvard Square, not caring about what the small blonde girl next to me decided to do.

Christina POV

Well, we are past the point of worrying. We visited Tris' house, every square inch of the woods, and even the police. We were scared half to death when we first noticed she was missing. We called her, but she never picked up. After that, we went into full panic mode, racing around the neighborhood, calling her name. We most likely woke up all of the neighbors, but we were on a mission. Next we went into shock mode. We all had given up hope, sitting on the floor of Uriah's living room. We looked at each other, then at the ground, then back up at each other. Shock. Next, we decided it was probably time to notify her parents. But then we noticed Four was not with us. Assuming he left, we went to visit his house to see if he had any new information. Well, he wasn't there, but a pretty angry guy was standing at the door and yelling at us. He was wearing a suit and had a bluetooth in his ear. He was apparently Four's manager. He screamed that he couldn't have his main client go MISSING in the middle of the night! He had only been here a week and we had already given him a head full of gray hairs. He then slammed the door on us and we half ran, half sprinted to Tris' house. Her family was a little more understanding, telling us it was okay, and that they would help us search. Together, we went to the police station. They said they would send out a voice mail to all of the citizens of the county. We quickly thanked them and continued back into the panic state.

Now that they have been missing for three days, we are exhausted. None of us slept or showered, taking occasional bathroom breaks and being force fed by our parents. But we couldn't stop the worries from overtaking our minds.

Once the clock strikes twelve, we get up to fetch something to eat. As we are walking, we hear a small knock on the door. We race and practically climb over each other to reach it. It's the police.

"Hello, we have just received a call that Ms. Beatrice and Mr. Four have been spotted in Harvard Square. We are in need of visual confirmation, but we are almost positive we have found them."

We all shriek in excitement and thank the police officers thousands of times.

"Wait," Uriah interrupts, "they were together?"

"Yes. They were spotted sitting on a bench next to each other. Mr. Four seemed to be asleep."

I though for a few moments. Then, I was suddenly angry. Does this mean that they were off somewhere together, doing who knows what, while we were back home, suffering and practically dying of worry? I raise my head in my sudden anger and my eyes meet Will's. He then takes this as his cue to speak.

"We don't know the whole story, yet. Do not make premature assumptions."

I take a deep breath to calm down. He's right. They could have just found each other or something. I have no idea. But boy, if I'm right, they are gonna get it.

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