The Return "Allegiant p2"

Chapter 6 -Tobias-

I debate just setting Christina down on the grass after carrying her a half a mile. "You are heavy," I grunt.

"Shut up you..." she swears before falling asleep again. A sleeping Christina is so much heavier. "I need to start working out again."

Ever since the end of the factions and and the lack of having to keep moving just to stay alive, I haven't had time to exercise since I had an actually job. I wasn't as shapely as I was before.

I go to slide Christina off of my shoulder but then I think better of it. What kind of friend just dumps a person whose out cold on the ground. I carried her this much, it was just a half a mile to go.

Finally I reached Christina's house. It was a couple of year's newer since Christina realized that she was lonely in the Dauntless compound by herself. The grass was neat the house in good condition. It was somewhat small with only one level. As far as I knew, Christina was still single.

I felt almost guilty at first because I had denied her the first time. I shook my head. If Christina wanted a boyfriend, there were plenty of people available. I shouldn't feel bad that she was still single. Though a strange part of me did.

I opened the door. It wasnt locked. "Hello?" I called out. "Is anybody in here?" I felt my body start to tense up, ready to put up a fight if need be.

I haven't worked out in a while, but that didnt mean I didnt know how to defend myself and fight. I heard something move. I look toward the sound. It's, Peter...?

"What are you doing in here?" I demand.

"Relax," he rolld his eyes. I still can't remember where I live."

Parts of Peter have come back since he drank the memory serum. He was his usual arrogant, rude self, though he had a hard time remembering certain things, like where he lived.

"Oh," I say unclenching my fists and relaxing slightly. "Well I'm still going to have to make sure you didn't take anything." If there is one thing Peter can't stand it's being touched a lot.

"Do you have to?" He whines. I laugh slightly.

"I still don't trust you," I tell him. He rolls his eyes.

When I am certain he didn't steal anything I tell him to go home and he does. By now Christina is asleep, barely on the couch that I set her down on when I went to check Peter.

Not wanting to wake her, I gingerly pick her up and carry her through the small hallway to a room that I assume is hers. I take off her shoes and pull the blankets around her. She looks almost peaceful.

Knowing that come daylight, she will be in for a massive hangover, I get a few pills from the cabinet in her bathroom and bring them over to her bed. Cara and Caleb have been working new medicines that helped to remove any ache or pain, like headaches, or injuries. I also go and her get her a glass of water.

Deciding that she is too far out of it to take care of herself for the night, I find my way back to her living room and lay down on the couch. I know that when Christina wakes up she will be mad at my reason for being here when I explain it to her, but I know she would do the same for me if I needed her too.

The couch is sort of lumpy and small, and getting comfortable enough seems almost impossible. Eventually though, sleep finds me, and I gratefully welcome it.