Call Me Six

34: 'Kool-Aid' -Tris

TRIS-

"Tris? Tris?" The familiar sound of Will's voice woke me. I couldn't move; my body was entombed by Tobias' arms. "Caleb and Cara have gone to- um... I think he said it was some business thingy but they'll be back by Sunday. Anyway, Christina and I are going out; are you okay here alone?"

He looked so awkward standing in the doorway, his eyes were darting around the room - refusing to rest on me for more than a second.

"Yeah," I said, and he seemed to let out a sigh of relief. "I'll be fine here. You go have fun."

"Thanks, I'll call you later, okay?"

"Will!" I could hear Christina shouting from downstairs. "Are you coming yet?!"

"Yeah, one second!" he shouted back at her. "Bye, Tris."

"Wait- Will, be good to her, okay? She deserves it. And can you make sure she knows I didn't mean the things I said?" I only said those things to protect her; so she'd  have a fighting chance.

He nodded before sending me a brief smile. The door closed and a few moments later, I heard the front door lock closed also.

It's such a nostalgic feeling, being able to lie here, in silence, next to him. It's almost as if I'm sixteen again; young; in love; without a care in the world. Everything was so perfect before that day.

But sadly, we can't live in the past. And my stomach reminds me of that by emitting a rather large growl.

Carefully, I wriggle out of his grip and throw on a pair of pajama bottoms since it's fucking freezing for some reason. I go to close my window and realize that it's dark outside. How long were we asleep for? The screen on my phone springs to life with a message from Caleb. Honestly, I ignored whatever he said and just check the time, it's almost ten o'clock...

With another upsetting growl from my stomach, I plod downstairs and throw some leftover Chinese food from the fridge into the microwave and pour two glasses of orange juice. The timer beeps and I grab a tray from under the sink to set everything on before grabbing a few chopsticks and heading back upstairs.

He's awake when I return; sat up on my bed and scowling down at his phone. "What's up with you, grumpy face?" I ask and chuck him one of the cardboard boxes followed by a pair of chopsticks before placing the tray of remaining drinks and my food on top of the dresser.

"Thanks," he says before answering, "Zeke and Uriah want me to go to some party."

"Some party," I mimic trying desperately hard not to burst out laughing at his furrowed brows and slight pout that is currently adorning his face. "Sounds interesting."

"Does it? It sounds like some shitty excuse for idiots to get wasted on watered down beer," he scoffs and starts digging into the small box of assorted noodles and meats.

"I don't know... They might be serving Kool-Aid."

"Kool-Aid?"

"Kool-Aid."

"If Kool-Aid is all it takes for you to go to a party then maybe I should've served it back in Chicago... Might've made you come along to more of them."

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"There's no Kool Aid here," he said, returning with two red cups.