Author's Note:
¡Hola, mi amigos! Nosotros no tengo hablamos en a pocas días.
Okay, if I'm correct, I just said, "Hello, my friends! We have not talked in a few days." I could be wrong, though.
So, how is everyone? It's been a few days longer than usual since I posted; I apologize about that; I don't know exactly where I want this story to go, which makes it tough to always have something interesting happen in chapter, which I try to do. So, if you've got any ideas, I would be glad to hear them!
Fourtrisudamnsexy: I know the review you posted wasn't for Chapter Seven, so I hope it's okay I responded on Chapter Nine's author's note! Thank you; I like being known as the best person EVER! LOL! You sound awesome, too; I'm glad to know you like those two series, too! Are they not great books?! Have you read "The Heir"? Thank you for your review and your support; I really appreciate it! Thank you!
Guest: Here's the more! Thanks for your review and support; I appreciate it a lot! Thank you!
canadianbanana: I'm glad you liked it, and I'm always happy to hear your feedback, so I'm glad to know what you thought about the way Tris forgave Four. She forgave him because he had proven he didn't text her about it, and it fit together that Peter didn't want anyone to know she was meeting him, so she doesn't believe Four really had anything to do with it, except being dragged into the situation because Peter said he was Four; I hope that helps. Don't worry, though, Tris won't be all smiley-smiley around him yet; she just won't keep blaming him for the whole Peter fiasco. I totally understand where you're coming from, though; I wouldn't want her to fully believe him and all too soon. Here's your post, and thank you for the review; I'm super happy to hear your feedback about Chapter Eight! Thanks for your support in the story; it's been continuing from the very beginning, which I really do appreciate!
Nicky G: I'm glad you like this story; it honesty makes me so happy! Peter did text Tris, and you'll soon figure out how he got her number. You're right: Uriah wouldn't give Peter Tris' number! That just isn't very Uriah-y. Thank you very much for your review and support; I appreciate it more than you know! Thank you!
Here's Chapter Nine; I hope you all like it! I apologize if anything has been confusing so far, just let me know and I'll try to clear it up.
Wearing His Jersey
Chapter Nine
Four's P.O.V.
As we all sat down in a circle on the floor, I couldn't help but wonder: why did Peter do that? Why would anyone do that? It's one thing in this world that'll never make sense to me: why people have to be so mean sometimes.
"Four! Four! Four! Four! Four! Four! Four!" Uriah yelled.
"Yeah?"
"Four! Four! Four! Four! Four! Four!"
"What?"
"Four! Four! Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Okay . . . um . . . I need ideas. Friends: assemble!" he yelled and pointed toward the kitchen. I saw a few smiles, and we all headed over to the table in the kitchen. "No, no, no! Four, please take a seat in the living room! This is your dare, so you can't hear it yet!" I sighed and slouched back to where I had been seated on the floor near the window. I could hear little mumbles and at one point, they began to get louder and Uriah yelled at them to shut up.
"Uriah, be nice!" I yelled.
"Yeah, yeah!" he yelled back, but I heard him apologize anyway. A few minutes later, they all appeared back in the room when I caught Zeke's eye, trying to get an idea of what they had planned, he just burst out laughing. "Okay, so, Four, your dare is . . . "
"Well? Tell me!"
"You're an eager one, are not you?" Zeke said, an amused expression on his face. "I wouldn't think you'd be so eager for a dare."
"I like this game, and 'you're an eager one, are not you'? What's 'are not you'?" I shook my head.
"Are not you: like aren't you. Conjunction. Is that the right word?"
"Yeah," Tris said. "That's right."
"Okay. And, so, yeah, conjunction." He waved his hands around mystically, and I smiled.
"Anyway, are you going to tell me what my dare is?"
"Yes. You have to run down the street with your shoes on your hands and your clothes inside out and backwards. When you reach the end of the road - because there's a dead end a couple houses down - you have to scream until someone comes out of their house to se why you're screaming, and yell at them - panicked - that the munchkins in the Wizard of Oz blocked off the Yellow Brick Road, and you're a fairy from Tinkerbell - my favorite movie ever, just so you all know - and you wanted to go down the road to find the Wizard to help you learn to fly faster." I stared at him for a moment, then broke out in a grin.
"This was my idea," Tris said. "So, let's see how it goes." I nodded.
"Alright, you're on." She raised her eyebrows at me.
"What?"
"The Truth or Dare War has begun, everyone!" I yelled, and we all cheered. "Rules: Nothing too dangerous!"
"Well, yeah, we know," Shauna said. "And hurry up and get your shoes on your hands! Let's go!" I smiled and stood from my seat, walking toward the door.
"Guys, who took my shoes?" I sighed. I heard a chorus of 'not me's ' and checked outside the front door: no shoes. "Someone stole them!" I turned back to them, and pointed at each one of them. "Was it you?" I asked, when my finger landed on Uriah. He shook his head. "You?" Zee shook his head, too.
"They're right here, Four." I turned around and saw Marlene pulling my shoes out from under the pile of everyone else's.
"Oh," I said, smiling, and took the shoes, put them on my hands, and head outside, everyone else walking behind me.
Author's Note:
Sorry it took me so long to post! There's been lots of State Tests and Finals, which left me with little time to type. I apologize.
Anyway, I tried out for the musical The Sound of Music yesterday! I'm nervous! I can't sing well, and I didn't get a callback today, and the cast list goes up tomorrow, so let's see how this goes . . .
Thanks for reading, and I hope to update again this weekend!
If any of you write fanfictions, I would be so happy to read them if they're from my fandoms, so just let me know what they are please!
~MoMaster