Tris

"BTFOM" beats the fuck outta me. How I got here, in this position is unknown to me. It's been about 5 days since the phone call. 5 days since Four and I talked without yelling at eachother. Later that night Four showed up at my apartment at around 2, I was in nothing but sweatpants and a bra, but, he didn't really seem to mind. He had a hard time looking at me though, keeping his eyes trained on one spot. We ended up apologizing, kissing again(a lot), then just talking. It went down like this:

There were three knocks on the door, an hour or so after the phone call and tears. I got up from a ball on my couch, the floor was kinda cold, but I didn't mind. I had changed my clothes into sweat pants and an oversized shirt, my hair was down and I didn't mind how messy it was. Right now, it wouldn't matter to me if the president knocked on my door. I opened it slowly, seeing a tall built figure, "Four," I found myself saying. He looked at me with a small smile playing on his lips, "You okay Tris?" He asks because my jaw has dropped, what is he doing here? "Four," My voice cracks. "What are you doin-" his lips are on mine in a second, and a moment later he's in my apartment, and when I feel myself kiss back I know my back is against the door.

He's not sloppy, just urgent, so he's not drunk this time. I giggle and lean my head back, my hands around his neck, his on my hips. "What?" he breathes, I want to kiss him, I really do, but there are more important things, like questions that need to be answered, promises that needed to be made. "What are you doing here?" I laugh, his kisses leaving a warm giddy feeling in me. He smirks, pressing his lips to mine slowly this time. My fingers tangled up in his hair, the kiss grew hungry and quickened. His hands sliding down to my ass and then I was lifted up, my legs wrapped around his waist while his hands held my thighs. I sighed softly when his tongue swiped along my lip. Just by his lips he was sparking a desire in me I hadn't felt in a while. It was also something in the way he ground his hips into me to keep me up. Breaking away from the taste of his lips I managed breathless, "Four, we…"

"Should stop?" He mumbles. He's panting too, just less so. I nod and he sets me down. I giggle lightly and kiss him gently. "What's wrong?" He asks as I slip my hand in his. "I don't think I should be kissing you if I hardly know anything about you," I plop down on the couch and he does so right after, placing my legs over his. I smile, "So, your favorite color?" He laughs at me, something I haven't heard before. It's loud and his smile is genuine. It's now one of these rare moments that we don't have any negative history. "Of all the things you chose my favorite color?"

"Well, why not?"

"Whats yours?"

"I like that dark blue the sky gets when it's a full moon," I admit sheepishly, it doesn't help that his eyes are the same color. He gets a boyish smirk that I can't help staring at. "I like the color of liquid aluminum, that cold metallic silver color," Over the course of the night I learned that he liked pizza but not expensive italian food. That he like spoiling girls, even if they said no. That he was a rebel, like me. That he broke out of smoking in high school, and that he started his own kickboxing place in 11th grade. That he was going to school as a personal trainer. Things were all about him, until I had a selfish moment, "Why me?" I asked him,

"What do you mean?"

"You could have any girl you wanted, as proven, you're strong, tall, exceptionally good looking…" I trailed off, realizing that I was bringing up the reason for our bitterness. He remained leaning back, his eyes focused but tired as he looked at his bare feet. Which, were rested atop the coffee table. "I just, don't understand what you see in me," I clear up,

"You're beautiful," He states without hesitation,

"No, I'm not," I say, "I'm a little girl, Four," At this his eyes snap to mine and he leans forward, eyeing my body. Making me feel suddenly self-conscious. He's silent only a moment before saying, "If you're a little girl then, damn,"

"I have a 12-year-olds body, I'm not curvy like any other girl, I'm not beautiful, I'm rather ordinary Four, so, why?" He gives me a pointed look before surprising me,

"What do you think is beautiful, Tris?" I purse my lips together,

"A tall, slender figure. Willowy but curvaceous and her face is prominent but perfect and her hair is soft…" I trail off, expecting him to nod in agreement, but he remains still as a statue. "Sure," He says after a minute, "I guess that would be called good looking," I open my mouth to protest but a hard stare from him silences me. "Tris, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," He says thickly, but it rolls off his tongue like honey. Words have left me, so I only watch as he struggles with his as well, he is a smooth talker, but when it comes to his emotions he's quite the amature. I imagine he doesn't talk about them much, "Your body may be petite, but your curves stand out, you're not a child. Your body is proportionate in all the right ways. No, you may not have caramel skin, or dark wavy hair, or your nose covered with freckles-"

"-Is that what you prefer?" I interrupt,

"No, Tris," He says, "That's what everyone else wants,"

"What do you want then?"

"I think we both know what I want, Tris," His eyes meet mine. I nod slightly, his hand finds my jaw while his thumb rubs my cheek. "Tris, I want a girl who catches my attention, and it demands to be kept. I want a girl who is a woman in all ways possible, I want eyes that stun me and hair thats soft to the touch. I want skin like velvet and a woman I can hold without objection. I want a small body, but a big heart, Tris, I want you," His lips brush against mine, gently, his fingers rubbing my jaw. Soon my legs where around his waist and my fingers in his hair as we kissed. His lips moved down my neck and back up to the edge of my jaw. Then he whispers, "You, Tris, I only want you, you are beautiful, and I don't want any other girl," I looked at him, and kissed his cheek, and then his lips before saying, "Thank you."

That, was before now, so, I don't know how things got so bad so fast. Or how Four and Al are ready to jump at eachothers throats and Will is holding Christina back. It seems I'm in the midst of it again. Only this time, I can't be the one to stop it.

Yes, I know, I'm terrible. I wanted to let you all know that I'm going to be offline for a little while. And I know this chapter is short, but I have about 32 other stories that I work on daily. Everything is kinda blowing up, and I need to get everything down before I decide to do it later. I will see you guys sooner rather than later.