Cuffed Love (Oneshot)

[Chapter 2]

Four and I have been sitting on his couch in silence but our hands in the middle of us. Only because of the hand cuffs.

Four turns to me and burns my side by the glare his giving me. I turn to him with a straight face, still upset about this. I was wrong. He isn't giving me a death glare or anything, he is just sitting there looking like he cares..

He realizes it too and goes back to his previous position; sitting faced foward.

Not too long after I hear a door open and close. Christina walks up to us and pulls out the keys for the handcuffs. "Here, you guys can have a ten minute break to go to the bathroom and maybe get a snack. I will be guarding the door so you two can't escape," Christina says unlocking it.

"Oh my, THANK YOU. FINALLY!" Four exclaims jumping up and rubbing his wrist. I am kinda hurt. Am I that bad. No. I am not. I walk up to him and he looks a bit scared. I'm guessing it's the look on my face.

I slap him with the hand that isn't handcuffed. Christina gets dragged along because she wasn't done taking my wrist out.

"What the hell was that for?!" Four yells rubbing his red cheek. "It was for YOU. BEING. AN ASSHOLE," I sound out for his thick egotistical brain to process. I run out of his place through the front door before either, Christina or Four, could catch me.

I don't know where I am running. I just want to run away. I find myself on the little bridge in between the gaping hole around me. I just want to jump and forget-

"Tris!" the words knock me out of my gaze and I realize I am standing 2 inches away from the drop. A hand pulls me back and I start to cry. Four. He gathers me in his arms and I curl into his neck. I can hear him crying a little. I pull back to see it is true.

"W-Why are y-you crying?" I manage to squeeze out between my tears. "I just would hate to leave things off the way we did and know you wouldn't be there for me to apologize," Four says. "Why would you need to apologize? I slapped you," I shake my head as he sets me back on my feet. We're outside his door.

"What I said was out of line and I said it because I thought you felt the same way too, but I was wrong so I deserved it," he says looking ashamed. Wait. Feel the same way?

"What do you mean feel the s-same way?" I ask wiping away my tears. He brings his head back up to look into my eyes. "Tris..you don't think I haven't noticed..I know we scream at each other, but we still care. A lot more than you think," he replies like it is obvious. He doesn't think I like him, does he?

"Four-" I begin to say and I see him starring at my lips. He leans in and grabs the side of my face with his right hand and slowly kisses me. I don't pull back because it feels right.

Yeah. It feels right. "See," he pulls back a little. We rest our foreheads on eachother, "you didn't pull back."

I smile a bit. He kisses me slowly and all at once. Again and again. I could get used to this.