Fandom : Divergent Series - Veronica Roth
Rating : Teen and Up
Relationship/s : Four/Tris
Chapters : 5/?
Summary : ”He could have lost this. He could have continued living a very different life halfway around the world not knowing he could have this - a family, a happy and healthy one so unlike the one he grew up in. And it makes him feel grateful that he decided to go back here and go through everything else that followed.” A Fourtris AU.
Author’s Note : Finally! After a handful of back-and-forths with my beta/best friend/nurse-on-call Eva, this is done and cleaned and ready for your reading. (grins widely)
After looking over the pantry and fridge one last time, Tris drags a chair near the kitchen window ready to make her grocery list, a hot cup of chamomile tea and a small pad of paper waiting for her on the windowsill. She runs her things-to-do silently inside her head: cleaning, groceries, cartoon DVD marathon, a few drinks over pizza with Will and Christina once Maggie’s asleep. This day is going to be dedicated to relaxing, something she hasn’t done in a long while. She smiles at the thought.
Tris woke up early that Saturday morning, three hours earlier than her usual 8AM weekend schedule. She is happy and carefree; had managed to, so far, stay that way even while she tackled the pile of clothes she will later wash after breakfast. Tris had been running on a good mood the past couple of days, an effect of her talk with her mother. It helped more than she thought it would. It unburdened her; made things somehow clearer.
She made two resolutions that night, the first of which was about Christina. Tris hounded her, sent her best friend text after text until she got a longer, more human reply than a moody okay. “Are you on something, Tris? Stop it! You are annoying,” Christina responded to one of her messages. Instead of replying, she quickly dialed her number and got her to agree to an impromptu coffee date with her. Tris even bought a box of chocolates, a bribe she knew Christina could never refuse because she’d always been a chocolate addict, and wrote 'Let's be friends again' in loopy, childish lettering on the card she stuck on the box. It made Christina guffaw in the cafe. It worked. They’ve started talking again after that like nothing ever happened.
The clock on the microwave says it’s 15 minutes pass six, which means there’s a good chance Christina’s done with work. Tris takes her chance and presses '2' on her speed dial, her best friend answers after three tries
"Come over for breakfast. I’m going to make pancakes," Tris cheerfully says without even bothering to say hello. "Chocolate chip pancakes topped with Nutella sound great this morning."
"Good morning to you, too, Tris," Christina snorts. "At least one of us is having a great morning. Can’t I go home first? I’m tired."
Oblivious to her friend’s mild refusal, Tris pushes. “You can shower and sleep here. You can borrow my bigger clothes.”. The other girl at the end of the line sighs heavily, a sign that she’s thinking Tris’ suggestion through. She knows she’ll break into her eventually.
"Beatrice Prior, are you listening? I’m massively, extremely, extensively tired," Christina whines. "My back aches like the devil himself has been poking it and my knees feel like they’re gonna give way any time. I won’t be any use to you even if I go there."
Tris fiddles with her pad and pencil thinking of other ways to bribe her. “Please, Chris. Please,” a lopsided smile on her lips, “You can have extra pancakes. I’ll even fix you a cup of real hot chocolate. You can have my bed. Go here.”
"Alright," Christina gives up, gives into her pestering, "alright, you win. I’m turning back." Her best friend lets out a short, airy laugh. "What is up with you? I’m starting to get really concerned."
"Well, you know," Tris chuckles, "sun shining, birds chirping."
"Dear, it has been raining for the last two days. What the hell are you saying?" Christina quips.
"Nothing," Tris laughs, the sound whole-hearted and full, "I’m just happy. Anyway, get your butt up here, alright? I’m going to prepare the batter already."
"That’s what I’m doing right now," her best friend retorts. "I honestly don’t know what to do with you. You’re pissy one minute then the next you’re as bright as the sun should be if it’s actually doing its job right now, and you ask me where Maggie got her moodiness," Christina chortles. "But seriously, Tris, I’m happy you’re happy."
Tris could imagine the smile on Christina’s face right now. She’s pretty with her dark skin, tawny eyes and curly hair. She’s even prettier when she smiles, but her friend’s not one to bestow anyone her smile if she doesn’t mean it. “Yeah,” Tris says gratefully, “I’m happy that I am happy, too. Does everyone good, right?”