The Hero's Call///Fourtris AU

Chapter 4

Tris POV:

I'm currently sitting in front of my canvas, his image coming alive with my brush. I don't know why, but this morning my feet carried me straight to the studio, to my easel, and his beautiful features suddenly started appearing in front of me. It's been a week, and I have not seen him since the night of the military ball. My mind races with different possibilities of why he hasn't come to the studio. Did he get deployed again? Did he meet someone else? Or did he just not like me the way I like him?

I shake the thoughts from my mind and try to focus on the painting in front of me. No matter how many colors I mix, I can't seem to get the same shade of blue of his eyes. I let out a frustrated sigh and set my brush down.

The bell at the front of the store dings. I let out a huff and wipe my hands.

"Welcome to Splatter. How can I help you? "  I say to the costumer while continuing to wipe paint off my hands.  The person laughs.

"You could help me by letting me distract you for a few minutes, hopefully." I glance up.  Four stands in front of me in a black jacket and scarf. I smile, my mouth slightly open in shock.

"Um, wow, hi!  I wasn't expecting you." He laughs nervously.

"I hope it's ok I came here?" He shifts his weight. I nod.

"Yeah, yeah totally." I say quickly. He grins and his eyes flash to my forehead.

"You got a little." He takes his thumb and wipes a spot of my forehead. It come away blue. I cover it with my hand, slightly pleased but also slightly embarrassed.

"Thanks, just on sec." I rush to the back room and wipe my head quickly with a rag.

"Sorry about that. You can come on back." I call. I hear him enter the studio.

"Wow. You did all these?" He asks. I blush and nod. He studies the military paintings, as well as a few other abstracts.

"Well Miss Prior. You have some serious skill." He whistles. I blush even harder.

"Thank you. " His eyes land on my easel. He turns and grins at me.

"While I'm very flattered, I definitely prefer some of you other work. That old shlub in the painting has not a single reason to be with all these handsome chaps." I laugh, my cheeks red as tomatoes right now.

"I don't know, he might look better when I'm finished, of course nothing is as good as the original." I say slyly. Now it's his turn to blush. His face suddenly breaks out into a smile.

"Do you want to go get some coffee?" He asks. I smile and nod. I grab my coat and my keys, making sure to lock the door as we head out.

"Do you want me to hail a cab?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"I'll drive."

"Oh, ok. Where's your car?" I ask, looking at the crowded street. He laughs and points to a small motorcycle parked in front of the shop. I raise my eyebrows a him, but he just shrugs.

"You better drive safe." I warn. Walking over to the bike, I throw one leg over it, straddling the seat. He smirks and tosses me a helmet. I snap it on and he climbs on in front of me. I slowly wrap my arms around his waist. His breath hitches but he relaxes against my arms. The bike roars to life, and he brings up the kickstand. And then we're off. I wrap my arms tightly around his waist. He laughs. We zoom through the streets, the wind rushing in my face. I grin as we make our way through New York. We finally come to a stop in front of a small coffee shop labeled Dauntless Delights.

Four kicks down the kickstand and climbs off the bike. His hair is messy and windswept as he pulls off his helmet. I unclip mine and pull it of my head, shaking out my hair. He stops for a minute and glance at me for a few seconds.

"What?" I ask. He shakes his head and offers me a hand. I grab it and he laces our fingers. Electricity courses through my veins where our hands touch. He looks down at our interlocked hands before his eyes slowly make their way up to mine. I think he's going to kiss me, I'm almost certain.

A car honks behind us,  and I jump. The driver lets out a string of curses. We let out a huge sigh and he pulls me towards the door.

More to come. Where y'all from?