What Next

31|"I Don't Know."

<Lynn's POV>

"I don't know," I mumble lamely. Caleb sighs heavily and holds his hands in fists.

"Did you just kiss me to kiss me or did you want to?" Caleb rewords his statement but it doesn't help the fact that I realized I have once again opened up to him to much.

"I don't know," I repeat casually. Caleb let's out an exaggerated breath.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" Caleb asks. I shake my head nonchalantly. Caleb glares at me. "Do you do this often? Play people into giving you want you want without actually opening up. Do you think that's funny?" Caleb snarls. I finally look back at him.

"No, I don't think it's funny, but almost every time I have opened up to someone they hurt me," I inform him angrily. Caleb moves closer to me, staring at me with prying eyes.

"How did they hurt you?" He asks. I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath.

"Called me weak because I complained to much, told me I had to many opinions, so I became hard, didn't open up to anyone, that made everyone hate me, with the exception of two people. Marlene and Uriah are the only two people that really really get me for who I really am, not the phony bravado facade I put on," I explain. A smile creeps on my face when I mention my two best friends. Even Caleb smiles a little when I do.

"How do you know that no one else can see you, the real you," Caleb mentions. I smirk.

"Your head is too big Prior."

"Why don't you just let me try? Give me a try? Start with your name." Caleb begs. His brown eyes are calm. The expression on his face is soft and placid. His cracked dry lips formed in a hopeful smile. I take Caleb's hand kindly and look straight into his eyes with an amused smile on my face. My word comes out in a whisper as I bring my lips to Caleb's ear.

"No." Caleb lets out a long sigh. I straddle him as we sit in the hole in the wall. My knees are on either side of his hips.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks seriously. The smile fades from my face.

"I'd love to know myself," I grumble. Caleb looks at me pleadingly.

"Please, I have been played enough by Erudite. Everything in my life has been so ephemeral, I just want something that doesn't feel temporary. I want to have something that I know will last long and that is real-" I have had enough. I have played this poor boy to the max. I lean forward and smash my lips against his again. His hands trail up my back and grab onto my shirt. My arms wrap tightly around his neck. Clinging onto him with all of my might. When I pull away I leave my hands there. Our foreheads stick together and our loud breathing mixes.

"I can't tell you my name, it's just who I am, but I will if you know me and still stick with me," I inform him. Caleb mutters a soft okay between his hard breathing. Someone clears their throat making me whip my head towards the source of the sound. Shauna stands with her arms crossed over her chest and a cocked eyebrow glued to her forehead. Zeke stands behind her with a smirk on his face.

"It's our watch, go to sleep," Shauna says carelessly. When Caleb goes to stand up I tug on his arm.

"Actually Caleb and I thought we should go explore around us, make sure there are no threats," I lie. Caleb raises his eyebrows at me and the before anyone can say anything I tug him along behind me and sprint far away. I lead us towards another tall building and smirk mischievously.

"I thought we were going exploring," Caleb says with a smile plastered onto his face. I take both of his hands and back up into a wall. My hands pull his palms onto the small of my back.

"We are exploring... each other," I say while giggling slightly. Caleb smirks and brings his lips down to mine. For a few seconds I allow him to kiss me before I smirk and walk away from the awestruck boy. Slowly and teasingly I walk up a flight of stairs in the old building. Glancing behind me every few seconds with that same smirk stuck on my lips.

<Tris's POV>

Neither of us can sleep. For what seems like hours I just stare into his hypnotic eyes. They stare back into my own eyes, blinking slowly every now and then. My nose breathes in his constant, intoxicating scent. It's strong and smells of metal and burning wood. His black shirt is pulled taught around his muscles. It curves with all of his bone structures and over the gaps between his abs. His tattoo peeks over the edges of his uncovered neck.

A few tendrils of my long blonde hair fall into my face, temporarily blocking my view of Tobias. His large rough fingers then push the hair back behind my pale ear. When he brings his hand back to the hard ground my small and delicate, but strong, hand grasps his large one. His grip tightens around my own and I take a deep breath. Closing my eyes I remember the day I thought I lost him forever.

Tobias was supposed to be dead. His hand slipped from mine and he plummeted towards the rushing river dotted with jagged rocks that were supposed to pierce through his skin. The whole world had faded away from me. Maybe because Tobias is my whole world. Now that he is back and in my grasp, I once again feel whole. No longer do I feel like just half of a soul, half of a person. 

Opening my eyes again, I see Tobias staring down at our clasped hands. His face looks conflicted and confused. The dark brows on his face are furrowed. Using my free hand, I point his chin back up so he is facing me again. The deep sea blue is in my sight once again and I smile. "I'm sorry," I mumble, referring to the fact that I yelled at him for bringing Peter back with him. It does bother me that Peter is here, but Tobias does have a point. Without Peter, Tobias would never of lived or made it back to me. Tobias smiles weakly and nods slowly.

"It's okay, as long as I have you I'm okay, we are okay," he tells me in a whisper. My body moves closer to his own. The heat from his body radiates onto me, keeping me warm and in a bubble of his metal and burning wood scent. Tobias' free hand moves to my cheek and rubs the soft skin lightly. Gently, my face is pulled to his with my lips parted. His plush lips reach mine and we kiss slowly. Our mouths move in synchronization, like there is a metronome ticking off a slow beat one by one. Keeping our lips moving like a perfect melody as the minutes pass.

When our lips part, I find myself finally able to sleep. I feel a full sense of security again.

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