Grenade {{DIVERGENT}}

XVIII

IF THEY ARE SPEAKING IN ITALICIZED ENGLISH, ASSUME THEY ARE SPEAKING ITALIAN.

Tobias Eaton (Four)

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It's been two weeks since my love ran away. I spend all my time looking for her.
Today, I must go to the market.

As I'm walking through the outdoor space, people speaking around me. I missed this, the outdoors, the people. It's so beautiful here. I know my way around. I know the language, the people.

I know her.

"You're ridiculous. No one will pay so much."

Her voice rings through my ears as a man walks up to her.
"Please tell me you speak English." He pleads.
She laughs, nodding. "I do. I'm not from here either."
"Thank god." He sighs.
She grins. "I rarely find an unnaccented man who speaks English anymore."
He laughs at her. "You're a blessing."

My baby. Mine.

"These are quite yellow, don't you think?" I walk up to the booth, holding up a pepper.
She stares up at me. "I'd consider it more orange."
The man looks at me. "You speak English too."
"Can I take a walk?" Tris asks the woman next to her, who nods.
She walks away, and I follow.
"Come home, baby." I grab her arm.
"I don't think so."
I pull her back, turning her to face me. 
"I need you, and I'm sorry. Please, love, come home."
"What, like you needed her?" She snaps.
"I did need her. But I need you more." I say softly.
She rolls her eyes, trying to pull away.
"What happened to the moon, the stars?" I ask. "What happened to being my galaxy?"
"Let me go-"
"What happened to us?" I whisper, tears brimming my eyes as well as hers. "I miss you more than I've ever missed anything, love. I miss your smile, and your laugh, and everything else you've ever offered me."
A tear slides down her cheek, and i wipe it away.
"I'm in love with you, Beatrice, and I'm not letting you walk away from me."
She wraps her arms around my neck and I hug her tightly.
"I love you too," she whispers. I look at her, and she presses our lips together.

My beautiful love.

"I'm sorry," she says.
"Everything is okay, love." I sigh, kissing her forehead. "Now, baby, let's go home."
She grins at me, lacing our fingers together.
"I do think we should have a talk about these little shorts, love." I hook my thumbs in her belt loops and shove her against the car, kissing her roughly. She giggles.
"You, my dear, have giggled." I gasp. She grins, and the woman comes up to her.
"I'm going to miss you, and I'm sure Sana will be so, so upset." She says.
Tris grins at her. "I'm going to miss you more, and Sana, too. I promise, I'll be here every Thursday. Give Sana a big hug for me."
"Of course. May we meet again. Goodbye, Tris."
Tris squeezes her hand, and she walks away.
"Well you seem to speak quite well," say.
She grins.
"I think it's, as you Americans say, hot." I say, pulling her closer.
"Of course you do," she rolls her eyes, and our tongues tangle for a moment.
"I have to go meet with my aunt," i say. "Would you like to come?"
"No," she says quickly. "I can't. I'll feel like an idiot."
"You're coming," I decide.
"I hate you." She groans. "Just kidding, I love you."
She presses our lips together again, then shoves me so she can get up. I look at her perfect little ass, the bottoms of her round ass cheeks visible through the bottoms of her shorts.
"Christ, my baby." I give her a firm smack, and she squeals, giggling again.
"God, I want to go home, and take a bath." She moans, leaning back in the seat.
I kiss her jaw. "Is that all?"
"Absolutely not," she grins at me.
I pull up to my aunt's home and everyone is sitting on her massive porch.
"Tobias, you came!"
"You're so grown up!"
"We've been waiting all year for you!"
As I'm hugged and spoken to, Tris stands quietly off to the side.
I hug her to me.
"Who is this?"
"She's very pretty."
"Are you getting married? Have you had sex-"
"Please," I stop my aunt. "This is my girlfriend. Her name is Tris. Yes, she is very pretty. I dont know about marriage. We have had sex. Quit being so annoying."
Tris is just staring blankly at the wall.
"She's not Italian." My grandmother growls, staring at her.
Tris looks over at her.
"Why would you be with an American? Does she even speak your language?"
Tris looks up at me and then grins. "Do they speak mine?" 
I shake my head, and she grins wider.
"Baseball. Strawberry. Bowling. The civil rights movement. Slavery-"
"She's talking too fast!"
"Your speed isn't exactly convenient for me either." Tris snaps at her.
I nuzzle her neck, squeezing her ass. "Baby, be civil."
She sighs, pressing our lips together.
"I love you, and they will, too." I mutter in her ear.
After about an hour, Tris and I leave.

"Fuck me," she groans.
I grin into her neck as I thrust, kissing the exposed skin. She screams out, and i almost laugh at her.

"God," she pants, rolling off of me.
I lay with her, naked, breathing heavy.

"My little grenade."

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