A/N The potential FourTris of this chapter was practically suffocating me, but I had to hold back a little, sorry. I want to build this up nice and slow.
I drive up to a large house with a black mailbox that says PRIOR in blocky white letters. I quickly pull out my phone and send a quick text to Tris. I'm outside, whenever you're ready.
A few seconds later the door opens and Tris runs out of the house toward the car. She's wearing dark rolled up jeans and a flowy white top with sandals. She smiles at me, and I feel my lips curving into a smile as well.
She gets in the passenger seat next to me and closes the door. "Hey."
I start the car. "Hey." I try to stay cool, but internally I'm just too excited. My voice squeaks a little at the end. I wince, and Tris raises an eyebrow.
"Did you just…squeak?" Now she looks ready to bust out laughing.
I nudge her lightly on the shoulder. "So what? I'm excited to show you your mystery job." Not to mention possibly work with Tris every day. Not only do I find myself extremely attracted to her, but I feel like she'd just be a great person to spend time with.
I groan inwardly. There's no one else to blame my sudden personality change on but Tris.
"Hello? Tobias?" It's only then that I realize she's been talking this entire time.
"Sorry…I was just, uh, thinking. What were you saying?" I feel a light blush start to rise in my cheeks, and I can tell Tris notices, but she doesn't say anything about it.
"I was just saying how I never actually thanked you about this." When I glance at her, her blue eyes are wide and staring at me, and I get lost in them. "So thank you."
I must've gazed at her for longer than I thought because soon she was screaming, "TOBIAS!" I looked up just in time to swerve around a tree.
Oops.
"I'm so sorry! I guess I just wasn't paying attention." How could I be so stupid?
Tris is pale, and her fingers are still digging into the armrest. "Uh-huh."
We stop at a red light and I take the chance to look at her. "I'm really sorry. You okay?"
She meets my eyes. "Yeah, just a little shaken up, I guess." She looks down, and I turn my focus back on the road. Nice job, Tobias, now she's never going to get into your car ever again.
The next five minutes pass in a thick silence. Finally Tris asks to turn on the radio, and I give her my phone. "Here, just pick a song on here. It's hooked up by Bluetooth." She unlocks my phone-I really need to get a password before Zeke does anything!-and scrolls through my music.
"I haven't heard of any of these songs." I glance at her and see that her eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration as she swipes her finger down the screen. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"Um, let's see, what music do you like?"
"I don't really know," she says quietly. "My dad never really liked music playing in the house, so I didn't really listen to music that much. I mean, I love it, but my dad…" she trails off, and I can tell this is a vulnerable spot for her.
"Hey, it's totally okay. I understand. I'll just have to expose you to the really good stuff today, huh?" I smile at her, and she gives me a small smile back.
"Okay. What song?"
I tell her to click on Best Day of My Life by American Authors. It's not a Christian song, but it's always been able to pick me up a little. As the familiar beat and guitar plucking begin to flow through the speakers, I can see Tris subtly nodding her head to the beat.
I had a dream so big and loud
I jumped so high I touched the clouds
Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh
I stretched my hands out to the sky
We danced with monsters through the night
Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh
I'm never gonna look back
Woah, never gonna give it up
No, please don't wake me now
This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-i-i-ife
This is gonna be the best day of my life
My li-i-i-i-i-ife
By the time we've pulled up to our destination, Tris has replayed the song three times and obviously loves it. We find ourselves belting the chorus as loud as we can, and the look of joy on Tris's face is one that I want to keep forever. So I do. I gently take my phone from her hands and take a picture of her, looking open, content, and happy. I show it to her as the song ends. "That's a keeper."
A/N Short chapter BUT I think it's allowed since I'm posting for the second time tonight haha. Thanks for reading!