Reunited

Chapter 8

TRIS

When we pull up to my house, Toby helps me out of the car. I can walk now, but I still feel a bit dizzy. Before we even got to the front door, my mother came running out the house.

"Oh my goodness, Beatrice. I got a call from school saying what had happened. I've been here worrying myself to death," she says rushing over to me and embracing me into a hug. Then she notices Toby. "Oh, and who is this?"

"This is Four, my boyfriend," I said a bit too slowly, but it felt good saying those words together. She studied him from head to toe, raising an eyebrow at me.

Then she greets him with a hand shake and says, "Thank you for bringing her home." I was mentally face-palming myself. She didn't recognize him. But yet nor did I this morning.

"Good to see you again Mrs Prior," Toby said. I tried my best to hold back my laughter. My mothers face was distorted with confusion.

Then it clicked. "Oh my goodness, Tobias?" He nodded a conformation. "It's been years! Come inside and make your self at home," she says ushering us in the house. "Beatrice, are you sure you're OK?" I hate it when she fusses over me.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Why don't you go and lie down on the sofa, and I'll get both of you a drink." She hurries off into the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone in the hall. I hear Caleb listen to 'Lily Allen' upstairs.

"What kind of music does he listen to? Toby moans.

"Music for 10 year old girls. He even likes 'No Direction'." Toby starts to laugh. "Sooo... What do you want to do?"

"Just chill," he replies. I lead him into the living room and throw myself down on the sofa. Toby pretends to almost sit on my head. I sit up so he can sit behind me, then lay my head down on his lap. He begins to play with my hair, and I stare up at him, enjoying every moment with him.

I hear Caleb come down the steps and enter the room. 

"Hey, Bea-" he says, before noticing me lying on Toby. "Who is this may I ask?"

"Four, my boyfriend," I say, almost spelling it out. I look up to see Toby trying so hard not to brust out laughing.

"Can I speak to you for a moment." Caleb looks at Toby. "In private."

"But-" I protest before Toby cuts me off.

"No, it's OK." Toby gently slides out from underneath my head and walks out the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

"Beatrice. I don't think this is wise. He is way older than you for a start. Secondly, you have only just met him and lastly, apparently you hated each other at the start of the day.."

Second mental face-palm of the day.

"One, 2 years isn't a lot. Two, I've know him for 13 years." As i slow down, his face starts to slip. "Three, I've love him from ever since I can remember!" He still didn't get it. "Oh My God Caleb, he's Toby!" I shout. His face was priceless. He doesn't say anything, just walks out the room. He hates it when I make him look stupid.

I hear commotion outside before Toby comes back in.

"What did he want with you?" I ask. We revert to the position we were previously in before we got disturbed.

"If I did anything to you, he will butcher me."

"Ha. I'd like to see him try!"

We lay there in silence, enjoying being with each other again, but being closer than ever.

There is one question which is still eating me away: "Why me? I'm not pretty or anything like that. There are plenty of beautiful girls who are practically queuing up to have a piece of you."

Toby looks down at me, eyebrows raised. "You can tell yourself that all you want, but I know and you know that that's not true. I've wanted eye ever since I layed my eyes on you. You're brave, intelligent, kind, truthful and selfless. To me, even your imperfections are perfect."

That is the most nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

I look over to the clock and it's 10:00. I'm nakerd.

"I'm going to bed," I announce.

"Okay, I'll go home. I'll see you tomorrow," Toby says, getting up.

"OR you could stay here the night?" I suggest with puppy eyes.

"Fine." I grab his hand and lead him up to my room.

"If I didn't know you, I'd probably think you were a goth or something," he says looking around my room.

"I've changed. A lot. I had to after you left." He suddenly looks hurt. I shouldn't of said that, but it is too late to take it back. "Do you need to borrow anything from Caleb?" I ask trying to change the subject.

"I'll be fine. I don't think he would be pleased to find out that I have been borrowing his stuff.

"You can sleep on the sofa," I say grabbing my pjs and heading into the en-suite. When I come back, I find Toby looking through my CD collection.

"Don't you think some of this stuff is a bit dark?" he asks, holding up We Stitch These Wounds.

"That's what I had to become: Dark. Might be the only reason I got into Dauntless. The old me would of been put into Abnegation or something like that."

I walk up behind him, slipping my hand up his shirt and hugging his waist.

"I could still see you in Abnegation." I don't know whether to take it as a good thing or a bad thing. I stand up on my toes and kiss him, then climb into bed. He grabs the hem at the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off, over his head.

"Like what you see?" he says in a very sexy voice. My jaw drops and I let out a very girly giggle. I stare at awe at his torso.

"Very much so," I reply, then he throws himself on the sofa. "Night, Toby," I say turning off the lamp.

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Love you, three."

"Love you, Four." There was silence, then the room was filled with laughter, then we went back to silence again. Uncomfortable silence. We were only 5 feet away from each other, but even that distance it too great.

After only a minuet Toby says, "Nope, this just isn't working." I knew what he meant. I walked over to the sofa, dragging the duvet with me. Toby makes room for me, and I snuggle against him, pulling the covers over us. He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my head against his chest, listening to his steady heart beat.

I slid my hand up his bare back, and again, just like earlier on his jaw, my fingers stumbled on scars and wounds which some are only a few days old.

"Toby," I whisper, but he was already asleep.