Choose Your Own Adventure: Divergent

Four's Dance- 138

Christina pulls you along, but then your eyes lock with a specific pair of brown ones, and it's like her fingers melt out of your hand. 

Four's eyes follow her fingers with a hint of a smile, and then he turns back to you, sweeping your hand into a waltz position.

"Four, this is Party Rock," you tell him, giggling. "So not a waltz."

"I don't care," he says, smiling and wrapping a hand around your waist. You feel his fingers curl into the skin, and you giggle.

"Will you dance with me, Y/N?" he asks in that low voice you've come to love, and you hide a smile.

"Of course I will," you whisper back, giving a mischievous smile, the two of you waltzing around in the crowd of confused Dauntless. You narrowly avoid the dancing bodies underneath the disco lights, the crowd automatically clearing a circle for you.

You spin gracefully, Four guiding you away from anyone you might hit with expert hands. 

It feels like the two of you are the only ones in the room, all night, all night under the spinning disco ball and too-loud pop music and the punch Four hands you that makes your head muffled and fuzzy in the very best way.

He carries you back to your dorm, lightly tossing you down onto your bed so you can feel the springs bounce. "How does it feel to be Dauntless, Y/N?" he asks, cupping your face in his strong hands, pads of his fingers brushing the delicate skin of your cheek.

"Perfect," you mumble, beaming as he leans forward and kisses you. "Just perfect, Four."

You stay like that for most of the night, and when he leaves and you're finally drifting off to bed, you can't help but think of that word- perfect- and how the rest of your Dauntless career is going to be just like that.

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