"Right, my turn," says Uriah after devouring 4 large slices of cake.

"No," contradicts Zeke, "Will dared me so it's my turn."

"Oh, come on!" yells Uriah, "I never have any fun!"

Zeke smirks and turns to Marlene.

"Candor," she says, "And if you call me a Pansycake, Uriah, I will kick you in the place where the light doesn't shine," she adds, looking at Uriah who had just drawn breath to shout but lets it out quietly instead.

"What is the most stupid thing you've ever done because you were being lazy?" Zeke asks, trying to spare his brother.

Marlene thinks for a few moments then a wide grin spreads upon her face, "Oh, I know," she says, still smiling, "When I was eleven I tried to microwave a pizza without taking it out the box."

We all stare at her, urging her to go on.

"My parents were out for the night and I didn't want to dirty a plate, because I would have to wash it. Well anyway, the pizza, wasn't cooking - obviously - and after over an hour it was quite warm and starting to cook when the box burst into flames! My parents were pretty pissed off when they found the scorch marks and bits of burnt pizza crust.

Marlene still looks deadly serious except from the occasional twitch in the corner of her mouth. They rest of us however, are all trying to bite back laughter. I can just imagine an eleven year old Marlene looking really pleased with herself because she was managing to cook a pizza in the microwave when all of a sudden the box spontaneously catches fire and leaves her with no pizza and a lot of ash.

"I will never forget that pizza," she says with mock solemness, smiling now, "It taught me a valuable lesson that day."

"What?" asks Zeke, "Take the pizza out of the box first and use the oven rather than the microwave? That's kind of obvious."

"No," replies Marlene, she pauses for dramatic effect, her tone overly serious, "It taught me that laziness is actually super underrated. I mean, think about it. If I hadn't been too lazy to use a plate, I never would've discovered how fascinating it is to watch a pizza box spontaneously combust in a microwave." She shakes her head solemnly. "Sometimes, you just have to let things burn to fully appreciate how much work went into making them in the first place."

There's a long pause as everyone stares at her, trying to process the logic, and then she adds, "So, yeah, laziness: it's a path to unexpected enlightenment."

Zeke blinks at her. "I think the only thing you learned was that microwaving cardboard isn't an amazing idea."

Marlene shrugs. "Well, I also learned that next time I'll just get delivery. Problem solved."

I don't think I ever realised just how weird Marlene is. Her weirdness has always been over shadowed by Uriah's.

I can't even begin to imagine microwaving a pizza, let alone still in the box, but afterall, I was raised in Abnegation, and there wasn't any pizza there any way as it is considered 'self indulgent'.

Moving on, Marlene says, still grinning, "Tris Candor or Dauntless."

"Dauntless," I say without hesitation.

"I dare you," Marlene beggins, "To go to Tori's tattoo parlour and kiss the first person you see there for at least 20 seconds."

I look up at Tobias and he looks back, silently giving me permission.

I shrug and head off to the tattoo parlour. When I get there the first person I see is Eric getting a tattoo of a serpent on his lower back.

Tori looks up at me and says, "Hey, Tris. Want a tattoo? I can get Bud to finish of Eric's and I can give you yours."

"Thanks Tori," I say, "But I've changed my mind. I'll explain later."

With that I dash out, leaving Tori to get back to doing Eric's tattoo.

When I get back to Zeke's apparentment Marlene looks at me questioningly, clearly asking why I took so little time.

"First person I saw was Eric," I answer her unspoken question, "There was NO way I was kissing Eric for a full twenty seconds! Imagine those horrible piercings rubbing against your lips! Ergh!" I say in disgust, whipping off my black t-shirt - leaving me in two vests, a pair of shorts and my underwear - and plonking myself grumpily back down on Tobias' lap.

"Christina, C or D?" I ask Christina who, as far as I am aware, has been snogging Will ever since I left for the tattoo parlour. She doesn't appear to have heard me.

"Christina? Christina!" I say trying to get her attention, "Chris!"

At the sound of her hated nickname Christina breaks away from Will and scowls at me.

"What?" she asks, clearly annoyed.

"Candor or Dauntless?" I repeat.

"Oh," she says, calmer, "Dauntless."

"I dare you not to kiss Will until tomorrow."

Christina takes her fleece off, gives Will a quick kiss, says, "I feel like you knew I was going to do that," to me and asks Uriah whether he chooses Candor or Dauntless. I know the answer before he says it. I mean, he is Uriah, he always chooses Dauntless. He would never risk being called a Pansycake.

"I dare you," begins Christina, then pauses, thinking. A huge smile spreads across her face as she begins again, "I dare you to choose Candor next time you are asked 'Candor or Dauntless?'!"

Uriah looks at her in disbelief. Either he can take an article of clothing off and risk being called a pansycake, or he can choose Candor on his next go and risk being called a Pansycake. As it's a dare if it had been anyone else they almost certainly would not be called a Pansycake, in fact they probably would not have recieved this dare in the first place. However, as it's Uriah, and Uriah never misses the opportunity to call anyone a Pansycake, nobody will have mercy on him.

Uriah appears to be looking for any loop holes but apparently he can't find any as at last he says, "Fine."

Christina looks satisfied and goes back to kissing Will, wanting to make the loss of her fleece worth it.

"Well at least I finally get to truth/dare somebody," says Uriah looking more cheerful, "Lynn."

"Dauntless."

"I dare you to go back to Max and say that you are very sorry, you made a mistake earlier. Tell him that the faction is already being run by a group of penguins - him and Eric and the other Dauntless leaders."

Lynn marches off and comes back ten minutes later, clutching her jaw where a large, purple bruise had already started to form.

"What hap- actually I don't really want to know," I say.

Lynn glares at me and says, still holding her jaw, "Candor or Dauntless?"

I think. This is Lynn so both options will be brutal but Dauntless will be worse. However, I don't want to be called a Pansycake so I say, "Why am I always the victim? Dauntless."

I know this was a bad decision as soon as I see Lynn smirk.

"I dare you to call Caleb back up and tell him you found you voice and ramble on about where it was and how grateful you are you have found it."

I sigh in relief, this isn't too bad.You then have to tell him that you have to go pack your voice because you're moving to Holland next week."

I glance around the room, pick up my phone, then find Caleb's number in call history.

It rings once, twice, and he picks up. "Tris? What's up this time?" he sounds rather exasperated and I can't blame him.

I take a deep breath. This is my moment. "Caleb, you won't believe it. I—I found my voice."

"Sure you did," he says sarcastically.

"I found it!" I say, as much excitement as I can muster bubbling up in my voice. "It was stuck behind the couch. I guess it was just hiding there, you know, like… lost socks or something. But I found it!"

"Tris, are you… serious?"

"Yep!" I'm grinning now, practically bursting with the absurdity of it all. "And you'll never guess what else I found. A half-eaten granola bar. Who knows how long that's been there. I might just be onto something, Caleb. I could start a podcast about lost things. Like, 'The Mysterious Case of the Missing Voice' and 'Granola Bars You Didn't Know You Had.' You could be my first guest!"

There's a dramatic sigh on the other end. "Tris, are you… do you need help? Like, do I need to come over and make sure you haven't hit your head or something?"

"Please, Caleb. I'm perfectly fine. And I'm so glad I found my voice. It's like a weight's been lifted. I mean, who knew a couch could be such a life-changing place?"

I hear some shuffling, like Caleb might actually be trying to distance himself from the conversation. "Alright, that's enough," he says, his voice tinged with frustration. "You're not starting a podcast, Tris. And I don't want to hear about any more granola bars. I've got real work to do."

"Okay, okay. But just so you know, if you ever lose your voice again—like, really lose it—just check your couch. I found mine, so it's probably the universal hiding place for voices. In fact, I'm packing it up right now, actually. I'm moving to Holland next week, and I can't risk losing it again. You know, gotta keep it safe in my suitcase, right next to my extra socks and that book I've been meaning to read."

"Wait… what?" Caleb says, clearly exasperated. "You're moving to Holland now?"

"Yep, just got to pack my voice away before it disappears again. You never know when it might go rogue and end up under the couch again." I say it with total seriousness, even though I can't help but laugh to myself. "I'm thinking of starting a new career over there. Voice-Tracking Specialist… but really, just to be safe, I'll keep it in a bag with a tag. Can't trust it to travel alone."

There's a long pause on the line. "Tris, I don't know if I should be concerned for your well being."

"Well, you know, Caleb, that's your job as my brother. You've got to be concerned. It's like… a family rule." I lean back, trying to suppress my laughter.

"I swear, you're making my brain hurt," Caleb mutters, "Well, good luck."

"Thanks, Caleb. You're always so supportive." I add in a dramatic tone, "I'll send you a postcard from Holland. Just make sure to check under the couch before you leave—could be a whole new world of lost things waiting for you."

He groans. "I'm hanging up now. Please don't start a podcast. Or move to Holland. Or… do anything that involves finding granola bars in the couch."

"Don't worry, I've got it all under control. I'll pack my voice, my granola bars, and maybe even a spare couch just in case. I'll let you know if I find anything really interesting—like a handful of dust. Bye, Caleb!"

Tobias, who's been watching quietly, raises an eyebrow. "You really did it, huh? You told him you found your voice under the couch?"

"Yep," I mutter, plopping down beside him.."

Marlene, not one to miss a chance, adds, "Sure, sure. But I think I've just discovered your secret talent. Forget the Dauntless stuff. You're a professional comedian now. Maybe that podcast isn't such a bad idea after all."

"Actually, I'm thinking of starting a new series," I say, leaning back with a playful smile. "I'll call it 'Things I Found in My Couch and the Lies I Tell My Brother About Them.' Episode One: The Voice. Episode Two: 47 pennies, a broken pencil, and an old receipt for a pizza I don't remember ordering. Next season: The Mysteries of Forgotten Socks."

Marlene bursts out laughing, and the whole room follows suit, even Christina and Will.

Once we've all calmed down I turn to Zeke obviously says Dauntless. I dare him to get a tattoo of my choice, and he can't see it until it's done.

"No way," he says, "I am not getting a permenant drawing on myself without knowing what it is first!"

No one calls him a Pansycake, even Uriah. This is perfectly sensible.

"Four, Candor or Dauntless, bro?"

"Dauntless," Tobias replies.

"I dare you to ask Tris the question you've wanted to ask for a while," Zeke says.

I am curious what does Tobias want to ask me? Why hasn't he done it before?

"Tris," Tobias begins, looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes, "I've never been good at saying the right thing at the right time. You've seen that. And you've seen the worst of me—my fears, my mistakes, the things I can't outrun. But you've also seen the best parts of me. The parts that only you make possible. I don't deserve you. You've shown me a life I didn't think I could have, a kind of love I thought was beyond me. I have loved you ever since you landed in the net. Your eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful.

I feel a few tears trickle down my face. I thinknI know what's coming next and sure enough Tobias gets down on one knee and takes an elegant black box out of his pocket.

"It is you that makes my life worth living for. I love you Beatrice Prior."

He opens the box and inside there is a elegant yet simple ring inside. It is a silver tinted band embedded with nine small black crystals and one larger grey one that catches the light and makes it look like there are all the colours of the rainbow dancing within.

"I love you Beatrice Prior. Will you marry me?"

By this point I am beyond speach. Tears of joy are streaming down my face as I nod vigorously and throw my arms around him. He slides the ring onto my finger and we kiss. This is the happiest I have been in my entire life.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Please let me know if it's getting too lovey-dovey for your liking.

As school starts again tomorrow I will not be capable to update every day, but I will try to when ever possible. Bear with me, every chapter so far has been at least 3K words!

I really need more ideas to keep it from becoming to like other no-war-Divergent-fanfictions!

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. The Divergent Triology belongs to Veronica Roth.