Tris & Christina Oneshots {DIVERGENT}

Giggles

THIRD PERSON
Tris doesn't know what alcohol is. She's never a had a taste, not even something so simple as wine. It was frowned upon in Abnegation to drink at all, and kids drinking was a huge no-no. Besides, her parents never drank, so alcohol was off limits.

The only reason she knows now is because Christina is laying on the dormitory floor, spread all the way out like she's skydiving. She's giggling with an empty beer bottle in her left hand. She's grabbing it by the neck, and it would be strangled if it were a person.

They've just passed initiation, so Tris doesn't blame Christina for drinking. It's something worth celebrating, a moment to feel alive, to feel whole again.

"Christina?" Tris warily asks, kneeling beside her. "Are you alright?"

Christina's eyes are glossy when she looks up at Tris. She grins, and even when she's just smiling, Tris can still smell the alcohol radiating off her. She tries to help Christina to her feet, but the girl tumbles over on the floor and the bottle shatters.

"Oh no!" Christina exclaims, jaw falling open. "I broke it, Tris!"

"I'll clean it up," Tris says. "But first, let's get you into bed before you hurt yourself."

Surprisingly, Christina allows Tris to guide her into her bunk and lay her down. Christina reaches up and touches Tris's face with her fingertips, from her forehead to her lips.

They're so soft, Christina thinks.

Tris smiles and puts Christina's hand down, holding it in hers. Christina looks down at their intertwined fingers and gasps.

"You're holding my hand! You're a Stiff! You're not supposed to do that!" she shouts at the top of her lungs.

Tris nearly retches at the smell of mixed alcohol coming from Christina's mouth. It makes bile rise in her mouth, but she pushes it down. It's not ladylike to puke on Christina.

"Christina, I was a Stiff. Was. Now I'm Dauntless, okay? I can hold your hand if I want to."

Christina looks up at her. Tris holding her hand? But she's a Stiff! Doesn't she get it? She can't hold her hand. But she doesn't pull away.

"How much did you drink tonight?" Tris asks.

"Um. . .a lot. You should've seen it! I saw Lynn kissing a girl! A girl, Tris! Isn't that cool?!" Christina smacks Tris's cheek in a way that makes Tris want to bite her fingers off.

Tris retracts herself a bit and sits at the edge of the bed. Christina's still babbling on and on and it's giving Tris a major migraine. The girl is kicking her legs while she's blabbering about Lynn and Will and girls or whatever; she's speaking too fast and too slurry.

"I guess so, Christina," Tris says.

"See, I wanted to kiss Lynn, but she said no! How mean!" Christina says, crossing her arms over her chest.

Tris's cheeks go red. She's never met a girl who was into other girls, and it's honestly a little confusing. She's never seen two girls together. Is that something that happens? Is it real?

"You wanted to kiss a girl?" Tris's eyebrow raises.

"Yeah! Don't you know that I'm gay?!"

Gay.

Tris has not a finest clue of what that means. But using her context clues and basic third-grade comprehension, "gay" must mean the attraction of the same sex. Which is still weird in Tris's book. She thought only men and women were able to be together.

How is that a thing?

"Gay? Like you like girls?" Tris asks, voice going quiet.

Christina sits up and uses her elbows for support. She may be shit-faced drunk, but her Candor senses still tingle in her nerves. She stares at Tris and looks her up and down, and suddenly Tris feels the need to cover up by any means necessary.