Dreaming

Chapter 11

Tris's POV

We walk into the training room with a muffin in one hand and each other's hand in the other. Small memories here and there pop up. For example when Peter beat the shit out of me. Or when Molly also beat the shit out of me. I shiver. Maybe none of them are that great. I walk by the punching bags. Touching each one as I go. I remember one of the good times here. The first time he got so close to me. I can remember the way he smelt that day. It's what he smells like now. Sweat and safety. I was standing here, attempting to perfect my punches and all. He comes up behind me and, at first, I thought he was mocking me by the way he spoke to me and what he said to me. But then it happened. He got closer, a little too close for my comfort, being that I wasn't used to close contact, or any really, at all. I was fresh out of Abnegation and already training for Dauntless. I remember him telling me to use my whole body. That's when I lost all train of thought. His big, warm hand laid almost perfectly on my abdomen. I felt his words tickle my ear as he spoke each word to me. All I could do was nod my head. When he left, my stomach felt colder than the rest of me. I could still feel where his hand was.

I turn around and try to remember anything else. It's not too clear, but I have some here and there. Tobias sits on the table he always used to sit on as he watched us. Watched me. I smile a small smile and walk up to him, standing between his legs. I set my muffin down next to his and lean into him. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and sets his chin  on top of my head. I hear him take in a deep breath.

"It's been a while," I feel his chin moving up and down as he speaks.

"What do you mean?" I say into his shirt. I breath in his cologne. It's a new one Zeke recently bought him. I'm not sure I like it-

"Since we've been in here," I turn my head, putting my ear against where his heart is. It's nice and steady, until he starts speaking again. "I've tried keeping myself from coming in here, you know."

I wrap my arms around him, making it easier to stay close. "Why?"

"All I see is you. I see people, that I don't necessarily like, hurting you. And I don't like to think about that." He runs his fingers through my hair in a slow, comforting motion. I hum against his chest, feeling the vibrations.

"I'm here, I'm okay." I pause. "You know I'm strong and capable of taking care of myself now." He chuckles.

"Yes you are." He pushes me slightly so I can move out of the way as he jumps down from the table. "They're here." I huff and turn around. Christina, Will, and Al walk into the training room. Marlene, Lynn, and Uriah come trailing behind them. They stare aimlessly into space, their eyes barely open.

"We're missing two," Tobias thinks out loud as he counts everyone in the room.

"Where's-" Zeke cuts me off as runs into the room, screaming his head off like a little girl. Shauna follows closely behind with a large, rolled up poster. She drops it and starts toward Zeke. The poster doesn't unravel, staying secured with a rubber band. She yells unintelligible things at him. Lynn and Al stare confused, still tired, and the others forget about their morning sloth and begin laughing hysterically. Christina's at the point where she's just crying and clutching her stomach on the floor. Just as Tobias is about to yell at them, Shauna chucks her shoe at Zeke. Quickly, he ducks down and it hits Tobias straight on the nose. My eyes widen, along with everyone else's. They stops laughing, even Christina. Shauna's face looks like she just saw a gosht; eyes wide, pale face, and hands covering her mouth. Slowly, Tobias tilts his head back and holds his nose with one hand. He takes a deep breath, holds it, and then exhales. Zeke remains on the floor in a crouching position, his arms covering his head.

"Get up, you dumb fuck!" Uriah half whispers, half yells at his brother. I grab Tobias's other hand and squeeze it gently.

"You okay?" I lay my hand in the middle his chest. He shuts his eyes tightly and opens them again to look at me.