Four POV
"Mar, that hurt." uriah says rubbing his most likely soon to be red -face- cheek. "Anyways, Four!" "Candor." "One, PANSYCAKE, and two c or d." "One, ITS NEVER COMING BACK, and two candor." "It's coming back." Uriah says, "soon, my darling, soon." "Okay..." Tris says. "Anyways, pick one of the following questions;
What's your tattoo?
What's your real name?
Or
What's your faction of origin, I know you're a transfer."
Aw, shit. "Language." Christina says. I must have been talking out loud. "You are." Will chimes in. "Okay, I get it." I say, taking a deep breath. I don't feel like taking off my shirt, because then they will see my tattoo. "My faction of origin is..." I look at Christina, and she has her eyebrows raised. "I'm watching." She says, "so no lying." "My faction of origin is Abnegation." "You're a stiff?" Uriah shouts, standing up. "Yeah." I reply. Everyone but Tris and Zeke seem surprised, and they're erupting into chaos. "Zeke, why are you so calm?" Shauna asks. "Because, so he's my friend." "Why didn't you tell me?!" Uriah whines at Zeke. "Because, you sleepwalk, and tell all of your secrets when you do, mine too!" "Oh, and Uriah, call me a stiff again." I dare him. "Or are you a pansy cake?" Tris asks locking all the doors. "FOUR IS A STIFF!" He shouts. I jump up, and tackle him, then swing my arm back to punch him, when Zeke pulls me off. "Don't make me tell them you're name too." "You don't know my name, Ezekiel." Zeke growls, and we continue our game of candor or dauntless.
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Candor or Dauntless
FanficWARNING: i ship things so hard, and when i write i get kind of queasy and fangirly, so bear with me. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE WONDERFUL VERONICA ROSS WHO CREATED THIS GIFT FROM HEAVEN :)
