Sorry for inactivity. I'm here now, posting. When summer arrives, I'll be sure to most more frequently.
Just to say though, if I get more votes, I will post more frequently than I already do.
But otherwise, please enjoy!
"This is the end then."
I whirl around to the saddened voice. It's Tobias, holding a cupcake with '4' printed onto it.
"It most certainly is," I whisper back.
"Will I see you around?" Tobias stares into my eyes.
I read his, just like I've always been able to. They hold mixed emotions in them. Lust. Pain. Regret. Sadness.
"No," I mumble, stepping away.
I pick up a drink, my mind turning foggy as I pour the burning liquid down my throat.
I glance over, buzzed, to see Tobias doing the same.
I bounce up and down, gaining newfound energy. I twirl myself around, grabbing another shot from the bartender.
And it's probably after perhaps eight drinks when I feel myself fall.
But I push myself back up.
"Do you need me to take you home?"
And then I pass out.
Blackness consumes me.
This is all a too familiar feeling.
I just can't...
~
I wake up in an unknown room. In an unknown bed.
My eyes fly to the clock up on the wall.
6:45.
As stealthily as I can, without rousing the other person in the bed, I stand up.
Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
I look down to see my bare legs. No underwear, no pants.
My eyes raise, and I'm staring at a full-length mirror.
Why am I naked? Why did I wake up in someone else's bed?
My eyes flicker to the bed.
Shit.
Tobias is laying there peacefully, unclothed as well. Or as I guessed, for his lower body was hidden under the covers.
I glance around the floor.
I find my underwear and my bra. I find one red heel.
Where is my dress? Where is my other shoe?
As I quietly move to the other side of the room, I find Tobias's pants, covering the top of my dress.
As I yank on it, my eyes land on a box of condoms and a used foil wrapper.
Crap. What happened last night?
I slip into my undergarments, pulling my dress over it.
There's a huge tear across the side. Legit, a tear.
It runs up from the bottom to the sleeve, like he just ripped it off me.
Were we both drunk?
Did we actually do it?
I grab my stuff, glancing once more at the peaceful Tobias.
And then I close his bedroom door behind me, slipping out of his apartment and into the street.
But did it occur to me I had no idea where I was?
I was lost. Barely clothed, shivering, and lost.
[ end of part I ]
Okay guys, got any predictions?
Oh I need to tell you guys something: after I finish my two fanfictions, I will most likely not write anymore fanfics. I'm trying to move towards my own original pieces and please ~ check them out!
So this was part one. I'm doing it in parts because I was originally going to do these FourTris stories in five different books, but now I'm doing most of it into The Sound of Your Voice. I don't plan on boring you guys.
So probably in conclusion, I'm guessing this will be like a 70 something chapter book. I know that seems like a lot, but these chapters are extremely short.
Oh and health class is gross. I've heard there's a part when our teacher puts a condom over a banana. *shudders*
QOTC: Any thoughts?
~ Evie

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FanfictionThe Sound Of Your Voice |FourTris Fanfiction| Told by Tobias Eaton and Tris Prior One night changes everything. One karaoke show. One agent. Tobias is singing. His voice is impressive. Impressive enough to get the world's best agent to notice him. ...