UNPREDICTABLE ✞

your lips are my bliss.

"When we both fall asleep, underneath the same sky. To the beat of our heart's at the same time, so close yet so far away. Can you hear me?"

I open my eyes and look down from the tree I was still sitting in, near enough most of the glade are yet again staring at me. I still didn't want to deal with anyone so I put my headphones back on, I sit back and listen to a familiar song about beating hearts.

"Wanna hear your beating heart, tonight." I sing trying to block off the faint, muffled voices of the boys below me.

"Before that bleeding sun, comes alive."

I look up at the sky, it just looks so beautiful, dotted around the sky is stars, I knew a few things about stars, but I don't remember how I knew. I knew that were we see them now, is just a reflection of where they had been and now they are somewhere else. I smile, I don't know why I just smile.

I jump down from the tree and land graciously on the ground on my two feet. Dauntless maybe?

I walk through the boys and I walk into the homestead; making my way up the stairs and into the room where my stuff are, I grab a pillow and a blanket and change into a pair of black and white shorts and a blood red top.

I take off my shoes and socks and walk back out of the homestead for the fifth time today, I walk a bit then stop and lay my pillow that I stole off the bed and lay on it, hugging the blanket for some sort of protection.

Protection from what? The boys won't hurt me, will they?

I feel someone lay down next to me and I move up so whoever it is has room on the pillow.

(Italics=Newt, Bold=Tris.)

Hey, are you alright?

I'm fine.

You don't seem it,

I'm fine Newt.

Now I definitely know something is wrong.

How do you know?

I do pay attention to you, you hate repeating yourself. When we asked what Pansycake meant you rolled your eyes and left Mason, Clint and Jeff to tell us.

And?

And, you called me Newt.

I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a bit...overwhelmed. Overwhelmed?

Yeah, waking up in a box with three tattoos, not having a clue what they mean. Not knowing anything but my name, then suddenly by the fact that somebody says 'Four' I can have some memories back of me and this Four.

It gets better you know.

Huh?

Dealing with all this, It gets easier.

Yeah, I guess.

At least we can talk like this.

Agreed.

We both laugh. I turn my music up and I recognize the song, I start singing softly to it.

"When we both fall asleep, underneath the same sky. To the beat of our hearts at the same time, so close yet so far away, Can you hear me?" I realize that Newt had joined in too.

I link our hands together and Newt gives it a small squeeze.

"Why are we different, Newt?" I ask him.

"I don't know, Prior." He answers.

I turn to look at him, his face so full of emotion I can't pick just one out. His eyes was blue with little flecks of gold and purple, it was fascinating. He turns to look at me, scanning my face, looking me up and down, leaving no detail unnoticed. I start to blush, but I don't look away, I wasn't ashamed of it.

"What's going to happen tomorrow?"

"Well, you kind of already had a tour, sort of. So we are going to try you out with different jobs, see which one you fit into the best."

"Huh, sounds cool to me."

"Yeah, honestly. I think you with either become a med-jack, or a runner."

"What's a med-jack? and what's a runner?"

"A med-jack is what Clint and Jeff are, they are our doctors if you would like. A runner, is what Mihno and Ben -who you haven't met yet- are, they go out every morning the moment those doors open," He points to the wall closest to us, I don't see a god damn door?

"And come home before they close."

I concentrate on the wall, there must be a door if Mihno's job is a runner, I don't really think he would be running around the Glade like we have would be a very helpful job. I look intently on what looks like a piece of vine, when my eyes adjusted I saw that it wasn't a vine, but a massive line down the wall, that must be the door.

"What's behind those walls." I ask.

"The maze." Newt says seriously.

"What's in the maze?"

"Okay, before we talk anymore about this, I need to tell you the three rules. One, do your part, we don't have time for slackers. Two, never hurt another glader unless we are at a gathering by the fire. Three, never go into the maze." His voice was so deadly it kind of scared me.

He has a tone in his voice that gives me a hint he don't want to talk about that subject anymore so I change the topic.

"What's your job?" I ask him. Watching how the wind is slightly blowing his dirty blond hair back.

"Second in command." He says with a smirk. Crap, I'm falling for the second in command.

"Oh." Is all I can manage to say.

"But I work in the Gardens too." He adds.

"Go you." I say, looking at him still.

What is wrong with me?

Newt looks me dead in the eyes, I can't look away, I'm transfixed. Newt brushes some of my hair out of my face and I feel an electric shock when his fingers touch my skin, like when Four did it on the Ferris wheel.

I have to stop thinking about him, It was starting to get pretty easy when I focused back on Newt. We both leaned in and soon we was kissing, he didn't tease me and pull his lips away like last time, this was a proper, no tongue kiss. When we do finally part I blurt out something in a different language.

"vos lèvres sont mon bonheur." I say, what does that mean?

"You can speak French?" Newt asks shocked.

"I can speak french?" I think about what I said.

My mind seemed to be a translator because all of a sudden, I knew what I said, and I could translate many more things into three different languages, Spanish, German and French.

"What did you say?" Newt asks me.

"You tell me." I ask him, if he knew it was french then he could work it out, couldn't he?

"Your lips are my bliss?" I smile.

"Yep, they most certainly are." I say, kissing him again.

We do that for a while, but then I get tired, I rest my head on Newt's chest and I wrap the blanket around the both of us. I'm just drifting off to sleep when I think I heard someone talk.

What am I going to do with you, Tris Prior?