They're Only ➵ Divergent Fanfiction

They're Only ➵ Chapter 35

Sorry for the wait, I've been really busy and getting ready for school😒😒
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[Tris]

The first thing I smell the next morning is bacon and my stomach lets out an unruling grumble. I flip on my back and stare at the ceiling with a confused expression. I'm used to waking up in Tobias' arms and being met with a pair of dark blue eyes. Instead, I'm laying in an unfamiliar bed with the smell of detergent filling my nose instead of the cologne that belongs to Tobias.

I swing my legs over the bed and stretch my sore arms out, my feet hit the plush carpet and I rub the palm of my hands on my eyes. My feet wander out of the room and I follow the smell of food, the last thing I ate was that burger that I had with Matthew yesterday and I'm famished. I turn the corner of the kitchen and I see Mickey standing over top of the stove, her now onyx hair are in wet waves.

"Morning." She turns around and gives me a smile before placing a plate in front of me. She continues to cook and within five minutes she is stacking pancakes, eggs, and bacon on my plate, "Did you sleep well? Coffee?" I nod my head and she turns to the pot of hot, dark, coffee.

I take a bite of my eggs and nearly moan at the cheesy goodness, "These are good, thanks. I slept well, later than I thought," I comment as she hands me a mug and sets creamer and sugar out in front of me. I swing my legs while I sit on the bar stool at the island and watch her make her plate before she sits in front of me. Any person could take a glance at her and say that she's mean or rude, but she's far from it, "Why do you straighten your hair? I like the waves."

"My mom is from The Netherlands, I never met my dad but she told me that he had really curly hair. So, I get it from him and my mom. So,  it makes it wavy. I straighten it so I won't remember that bastard." I nod my head and we sit in a comfortable silence of just eating and drinking, "Did your lover boy call you?"

A blush of anger and embarrassment crosses over my face, "No." I shake my head, oblivious to the fact of what she called Tobias. He hasn't called me, but then again it's the morning and he's most likely still asleep and would be nursing a hangover. I still haven't told Tobias about the kiss with Matthew and I'll be dammed if I do, if he got drunk because I went out with him, he's gonna flip if he finds out about the kiss and I can't have him going to jail for killing Matthew.

"What was the whole deal anyways?" She questions, tilting her head to the side, "If you don't mind me asking." She bites into her pancake and I let out a small sigh.

"My boyfriend, Four, goes to college at Michigan. We've dated for 3 years now and I decided to stay in Chicago. Long-distance is challenging but we try to not let it consume us," I take a deep breath, "So, I have a guy-friend named Matthew and we went out to the Navy Pier yesterday. Mind you, Four is severely jealous. When I got home, he was drunk and was still in a pissy mood. We argued and I left." I look down at my half empty plate and start to eat my toast. I trust Mickey for some reason, Lynn trusts her and that's rare for Lynn to do. So, I feel as if I can tell her these things.

I let out a short laugh that sounds strained, out-of-place, and painful, "That's not even the worst part," I can feel tears burning the back of my eyes as I get a reality check, "Matthew kissed me! In the Ferris wheel and I didn't tell him. He was too mad and intoxicated that he would have left and killed poor Matthew. . . he can't go to jail Mickey. Things are falling apart, my brother got his girlfriend pregnant and they're barely making it, my boyfriend studies in Michigan, and my friend likes me!" The traitor tears fall out of my eyes, no matter how hard I had tried to hold them back.

"Damn, I feel for you. But, you look like the type to not get pitied. Now, I'm gonna say the most cheesiest line ever. But, I'm gonna up-cycle it!" She places her hand on my shoulder while dabbing a napkin under my eyes, "Just know that all that pain from constipation isn't worth it, but when you finally eat fiber you go to the bathroom. Right? So, what I'm saying is that after all the stomach cramps and things, you feel better. . . after the storm comes the rainbow." I throw my head back with laughter, every thought of anger and sadness vanishing like snow in the hot sun.

I hear a yawn from behind me and Lynn stands there with her short hair tussled she grins, "Tris, I'm starting to think that you're gonna take my girlfriend from me." Mickey and I laugh while she starts to get a plate.

"I like Mickey, she's very funny." I eat the rest of my breakfast content, and all of us laughing and talking, "I'm gonna go take a shower." I say after wiping down the counter. I just finished washing the dishes—the least I could do—and right now I really need a shower to clear my mind.

"Okay, you can give us your clothes and we can wash it." She hands me a towel, washcloth, and toothbrush. Right now, all I want is clean clothes, even if they have to wash my underwear. I take the longest shower ever. I like the feeling of the hot water on my skin and I get out and quickly dress.

I have Lynn jeans on—minus underwear for the time being—and it looks like one of Lynn's t-shirts. It's a long black t-shirt and fits snugly. . . although it feels comfortable due to me not having a bra. Just as I pick up my phone, Lynn peaks her head in the door, "Mickey and I are going to go grocery shopping, do you want to come?" I shake my head and relax in the comforter, "Okay, there is still some food left in there before Mic went ham slam on the breakfast. When you hear the beep, those are your clothes and you can leave whenever just leave a note."

I nod my head, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

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I found myself sitting on one of the benches at the Navy Pier, looking right at the rushing water, wondering. Wondering why some people jumped late at night to kill themselves or went on a boat with such rapid waters.

I finished my two doughnuts hours ago that I got from one of the pastry shops here on the boardwalk. Food is the only thing that keeps me from looking at my phone continuously—waiting for some type of communication from Tobias.

I got the hell out of that house because being surrounded by those 4 walls left room for me to think, and I didn't want to think. I don't want to cry and get in my feelings, I'm gonna wait for Tobias to talk to me first since he's the one a fault. That's petty, but right now I can't even gather thoughts for him.

People might look at me and tell me that Tobias is just being a protective boyfriend and I need to be grateful for that. No. That's not the case, it was his damn New Years resolution. I hate to see him get all worked up and drink himself to a coma and then proceed to kick me out of his bedroom.

Just knowing that Nita is still in town, it worries me. What would happen if he gets drunk again and leaves to go to town? Hell, she would take advantage of him and I will be more than pissed at the both of them.

I start to relax my tense muscles, staring up at the slightly gray clouds, and just as I do that, my phone rings.