Chapter 8:
TRIS POV:
Tobias's eyes light up, a way I've only ever seen once or twice. He looks at me almost as if I'm the only thing in the world, the only thing that can keep him alive. I have to focus on how much I'm helping him by saying these words, not by how much my stomach boils in nervousness.
"We should probably go to bed." I say, still staring into his blue eyes.
"Can I have another blanket?" He asks looking down at the pillow and blanket already on the floor.
"Tobias, there is no way in hell that I am going to let you sleep on the floor." I say standing up, picking the pillow and blanket off the floor, and throwing them back on my bed. "You are going to sleep on my bed."
"But that's where you're going to sleep." He says glancing back and forth between the bed and me.
"And your point is?" I ask raising my eyebrows. "It's just like our old sleepovers now isn't it?"
I can see a large grin grow wide on his face as he jumps over to my bed, slipping underneath the covers. I follow behind him, sliding into the covers as well, and I face away from him, my queen size bed big enough for both of us to have our own side. He faces the wall that my bed is pushed up against, his shirtless wrapped back facing my back as we both attempt to fall asleep.
"Goodnight Tris." He whispers, his voice bouncing off the wall he's facing.
"Goodnight Tobias." I mumble back, sleep already taking me away with it as I think about Tobias and I's kiss.
The first thing I feel when I wake up the next morning is Tobias's strong arm wrapped around my waist, hugging me into his rough abs. I can feel his hot breath breathing down my neck, causing shivers to go down my spine. He has totally abandoned his side of the bed, coming to hold me in mine.
"Tobias?" I whisper, his breaths still ones of sleep, deep and in rhythm. "Tobias, wake up."
"Mmmhhh." He hums, definetly not fully awake yet.
"Tobias, it's Tris," no answer. "Wake up for me?" Again no answer. "I will kiss you if you wake up right now."
"Alright then kiss me." He says, his eyes shooting open to be met with mine. I'm having to turn my head almost all the way around just to see him.
I gently place my lips to his cheek, and I can hear him sigh into it. "What are you doing on this side of the bed Tobias? When I fell asleep you were basically hugging the wall, not me."
"I...don't really know." He mumbles, his arms letting go of me as his eyebrow scrunch up in confusion.
"Okay well you should probably go take a shower so I can rewrap your back in new bandages." I say sliding out from underneath the covers, standing up.
"Alright. Can you get me a towel?" He asks looking at me.
"Yeah I will get it in a second, it's somewhere in the hall, just start the shower and I will drop it inside the door, promise no looking." He sighs at me when I say this, and I smile a little.
He doesn't say another word as he goes into the bathroom, and I wait a minute until I start to hear the shower running. Just as I put my hand on the door knob a loud voice comes from outside.
"I'm coming in, I can hear the shower running!"
It's Caleb.
I can't think of anything else to do but to run into the bathroom closing the door behind me. I can hear his footsteps leading to the bathroom door, and my heart starts beating really fast, because Tobias is not supposed to be at my house, let alone taking a shower in my room.
"I'm packing for the trip and I need something in your bathroom." He yells from outside the door.
"Caleb, I'm taking a shower! There is nothing in here you need!" I scream, trying to make him go away.
"Beatrice, it's not like I can see you through the shower curtain, and all I need is one of your extra toothbrushes." He yells and I slap myself. That's seriously all he needs? One of my extra toothbrushes, one of the only things my mom didn't take away from me. "I'm coming in!"
"No Caleb!" but I watch in horror as he begins to turn the knob, and know that my brother would be mortified that I'm in the bathroom with Tobias in the shower, so I have no other choice but to step into the shower, Tobias still occupying it.
He's facing the shower head and my face is met with his naked, scared back. I force my eyes to stay up at his back, not looking lower than his mid-section. Slowly he turns around our eyes meeting and both of our faces flush with embarrassment.
I can tell he's about to question me, but I slam my hand over his mouth, my eyes wide as I press one of my fingers to my lips, telling him to be quiet. We both listen as Caleb walks into the bathroom, opening up the cabinet, taking something out.
Before he exits the bathroom he stops to say, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," and with that the bathroom door closes behind him. I breath out a sigh of relief, releasing my hand from Tobias's mouth. I don't say a word as I step out of the shower, my hair now wet and my clothes dripping in certain spots.
My mind is spiraling out of control at what I just did, I just walked into the shower that my crushes naked body was in. I didn't look down so I didn't see anything, but the thought that he was exposed and one glance down would mean that I've seen all of him, and that is not something I want to see so young.
I don't dry off, but instead walk out of the bathroom, into the now empty hall and grab a towel. I then go back into my room, dropping it off inside the bathroom, then closing the door again. Setting up the pillow and blanket on the ground makes me think about how awkward it will be when he finally comes out.
I end up sitting on the ground with my head in my hands, no other thought in my mind but the one on how bad I screwed up the thing we had going on. He's probably going to come out here and yell at me then leave me...again.
My thoughts are cut off by the door to the bathroom squeaking open, Tobias stepping out in the same pair of shorts he wore yesterday. He has no shirt on, and he's using the towel I gave him to dry his wet, dark brown hair. I begin to feel a knot in my stomach, one of guilt and nervousness, the feeling making me want to throw up.
We don't say a word as he comes and sits down next to me, positioning himself to lay down on his stomach. I find no words to come from my dry throat, even though I know an apology is necessary.
Instead of talking about it, I take the cream and smear a large quantity on his back rubbing it into the deep gashes. Not expecting words to come out of me, I'm suprised when I say, "I'm sorry."
He sighs, and I can sense him staring at my face. I know that he's probably upset with me, and that he will probably leave soon after I finish with his back.
"I'm sorry, Tobias. I didn't think I had another choice, but I should have never intruded on you like that...and just so you know...I didn't see anything." I state, blood rushing into my face, going all the way up to my hairline.
He looks as if he is mulling over what I just said, thinking if he believes me. Then he says, "It's okay Tris. I believe you, and I know that you wouldn't have done that if you didn't have a good reason. It's honestly not a big deal, I promise."
I give a big huff of relief and then motion for him to sit up. He does as said and I rewrap his back up my mind convincing itself that he was telling the truth, that he was okay with what I did.
"I need to go back home and get my stuff for next week, and then I need to go to school. I'm already late but might as well go for as long as I can." He mumbles after I finish.
"My parents are already gone for work so you just have to slip past my brother. I can help you if you-"
"I don't need your help." He interrupts, his voice harsh and he doesn't waste anytime to walk out my bedroom door.
This reminds me of the fights we used to have when we were little, but most of them were about stupid things, we would accept the apology but then act mad at one another. Something about this fight makes me feel uneasy, and my stomach churns as I think about how it was all my fault that he may not love me anymore.
I decide against doing anything but sit on the couch in my living room for the rest of the day, thinking about how just a few hours ago Tobias prayed for me to be his girlfriend...but now I'm not so sure.
It's around 7:40 that I hear a knock on the door, knowing it has to be Tobias as my brother left a few hours ago. I walk to the front door opening it slowly to find Tobias holding take out from a really good chinese place across from our school and a bouquet of roses in the other hand. His eyes meet mine and they almost plead with me for something I don't understand. He smiles a small smile looking down at me. I'm dressed in a plain grey sweatshirt from Pink, with leggings and my blonde hair thrown up in a messy bun.
"Hello." He says coming inside my house, walking over to my coffee table by the couch I occupied all day.
"Hi." I mumble sitting down on the couch that he is standing in front of with roses in his hands.
"I got these for you." He mentions pushing the flowers out and handing them to me. I smile a little, the roses bringing of a beautiful aroma. "Tris, I'm sorry for being such a jerk. I know that this morning was not planned and I know that you didn't look down like I know many girls would have, and I appreciate that. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did after you helped me with my back and everything."
"It's fine Tobias. I should be the one apologizing...for everything really. I know how bad you wanted me to be your girlfriend and I said no but then I kiss you, then I intrude your shower." I say quieter not really knowing what else to say.
"How about we forget this morning happened and we can just move on okay?" He asks sitting down next to me on the couch while I take another inhale of the wonderful smell of roses.
"Okay." I say as I stand up going into the kitchen to fill a vase with water, placing the beauties into it. When I get back to the living room he has placed out all of the food onto the table, multiple boxes of chinese food labeled with some of my favorites.
"How much have you eaten today?" He asks as I sit back down.
Shot! That's what I forgot to do today, I was supposed to begin eating more.
"Umm…," I say at a loss for words knowing that he will be upset with me for not doing what I was supposed to.
"Tell me you at least ate even the tiniest of things today?" He begs, and all I can do is stare into his deep blue eyes. He sighs when I don't respond knowing the answer himself.
"I'm sorry, I kind of forgot." I whisper, guilt clawing up at my insides.
Surprisingly he wraps his arms around me, embracing me in a hug and he mutters in my ear, "Please try to remember next time. I love you Tris, and I don't want to see you hurt, even if it's just because you are hungry."
"Okay." I say back as he pulls away, then reaches forward handing me a plate of food he got.
"I want to see you eat all of that, then we can do something fun." He tells me, picking up his own plate.
"I don't know if I can eat all of it…" I trial off turning the the plate around in my hands, examining the big pile of food.
"Please Tris. For me?" He pleads and I sigh as if in pain.
"Fine." I mumble taking a fork and shoving it into my chow mein. I slowly bring the fork to my mouth, eating all the contents on it. After a few bites I begin to eat slower, my small stomach filling up quickly.
"You know your mom wants me to bring you to the mental specialist." He mentions as he digs into his own chicken and rice.
"Please don't make me go. I really can't. If I do go I will lie to him the whole time, because you may be able to force me to get there, but you can't force answers." I rush out, my eyes searching his for the look of acceptance.
"Tris...he can help you." He says putting his plate down to focus his full attention on me.
"An-and so can you." I say, my arm reaching out and grabbing his bicep.
"What?"
"You can help me. If you don't make me go, I will let you 'interrogate' me like he would." I beg, putting air quotes around the word interrogate.
"But I don't have the education like he does Tris...a-and I'm not sure I can handle hearing everything." He stutters, his voice shaky as he thinks hard about his decision.
"Please? I love you."
I watch him roll his eyes as a smile spreads across his beautiful face, "You can't play the 'I love you' card, that's not fair."
"It is if you love me back." I mumble leaning my face closer to his, our food forgotten.
"I love you too Tris. I just want you to be better." His concern clear on his face, and I lean even closer when he brings one of his large hands to the side of my head.
"I can get better without him. If you make me go, I will never be your girlfriend." I say, laying all my cards on the table, and I watch with a smirk as fear flashes through his eyes.
Then I watch in horror as a devious grin spreads across his features, "I'll make a deal with you. If I don't make you go, you'll have to be my girlfriend."
I close my eyes as I think this through thoroughly. He knows how badly I don't want to go to the therapist, spilling my darkest secrets to a complete stranger. If I say yes to being his girlfriend, I will have to be by his side, and I will have to put all my trust into him, because to support a healthy relationship, we have to have trust. That is something Tobias might be lacking, my trust. He left me when I needed him, and when I tried to call he didn't answer. His mistakes are what brought me into the depressed state I'm in, and no matter how much I try to think otherwise, him moving was the start.
Then again, when I'm with him, all I want to do is call him mine, to hug and kiss him, to touch his strong core. I know that friends don't do those things, but am I really ready for a relationship. I do love him, and I'm almost positive I will never love anyone else, but he will most likely break my heart. He's a jock, hot and athletic, where as I'm a depressed girl, plain and anorexic.
Most girls that hit on Tobias are beautiful, curves all over them, big bra sizes and large butts, as to where I wear a 34A in a bra size. I'm lucky to find one curve on my scrawny body, just a straight plank. My dull blonde hair is never done correctly, and my grey blue eyes are just an accessory to my unattractive facial structure.
All of these thoughts coursed through my mind in a split second, him staring at me waiting patiently for my answer, and I know that I have no other choice but to speak the words, "It's a deal."
Well I hope you like this chapter! Yay they are finally together and I get to write even more Fourtris! Tell me what you'd like to see more of. Did you like stuff like the shower scene, or more of stuff like the diner and them getting together at the end. Or maybe you want me to add another aspect of conflict. Please tell me, I really want to know what type of story you guys are looking forward to, and if you like the way I just do things, then please just review telling me that what I'm doing is fine. Thank you so much for reading so far! Please review!
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