Surviving Reality: Allegiant | ✓

Lynn

A/N: You guys definitely deserve this update. It'll be as long as I can get it, haha. And yes, I know that technically speaking, Marlene is the girly one out of her and Lynn. Someone said about that in Surviving Reality: Divergent and I just wanted to remind you guys that we don't really know the characters and blah blah blah so basically that's me telling you that this is my story and I make the characters my own and shit. So yeah.

Also, if I posted my tumblr, would you guys follow me?

"This is going to be awesome," Marlene grins as we walk through the mall, looking for clothes for the concert. Well, clothes for Marlene. "I can't believe we get to see them live!"

"Yeah, One Direction. Whoop-de-doo."

She rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on, Lynn. So you don't like one-"

"Four."

She lets out a huff. "So you don't like four of the people performing. Big deal. Be happy."

Actually, I'm only going for Paramore, really. 5 Seconds of Summer isn't too bad- I like Michael, honestly- and I guess Imagine Dragons is okay, but really I'm a Paramore fan. But I don't tell Marlene this.

"You know, if you were straight, I'd totally ship you and Michael Clifford."

"But I'm not."

"So then I ship you with Lauren." She says with a huge grin. "It all works out in some way. Just don't lead anyone on and we should be good."

I let out a laugh. "You think that I could lead someone on? You're kidding." I could barely lead someone into a paper bag. People don't listen to me. Probably because I have a bunch of piercings and put streaks of unnatural color in my hair and wear band shirts and black skinny jeans. I like to blame it on the fact that people just don't like me.

She shrugs. "You could probably convince Four to jump off of a bridge."

"Only if he was drunk." I snort.

"It still counts."

I roll my eyes at her. "Speaking of tall and darkhaired, how are you and our dear Thomas doing?"

She narrows her eyes at me. "Let it go, Lynn."

"Not when half of my OTP is totally getting wooed by the school jackass." I say. "And don't deny it."

She groans. "Just give up on Uriah and I. It's done and over with."

"I will never give up on Urilene."

"You even have a ship name?"

I nod and smile. "Well of course. I told you that I ship you two hard."

"Well it's over. Like I just said. And there is nothing going on between Tommy and I other than the fact that he deserves a hard kick in the nuts and I'm probably going to be the one to give it to him."

"That bad?"

"He tried a Michael Clifford pickup line on me." At my confused look, she rolls her eyes. "Let's play Titanic- you be the iceberg and I'll go down."

"Oh." I say. Then I start to laugh. "Did he do the kiss a bunny between the ears one?"

She nods, her eyes narrowed. I laugh even harder. What an idiot.

"I told him that that shit doesn't work on me."

"You probably slapped him as well."

She shrugs. "Almost." She looks down at her bag. "Do you think we bought enough shit?"

I look down at our HotTopic bags. That's it. That's literally the only place we went.

"Are your parents home?" I ask.

"My dad is. My mom left about an hour ago. He's leaving in..." She checks her phone. "Thirty minutes?"

"Let's stay for a little while." I don't want her to have to deal with them. Some mornings she'll come into school pissy and bitchy and even though she won't admit it, it's because her parents are being worse than usual. I can't wait until she turns eighteen and moves the fuck out.

Marlene nods in agreement. "Yeah. I like that idea." She keeps her eyes on the ground.

"Hey, don't let them fuck with you, alright? If you need to, I'm sure that my parents wouldn't mind you crashing at our place for a while. You know, if they actually bothered to come home every once in a while."

"Alright," She says, perking up and linking our arms together. I grin. "It's kind of crazy how my parents are assholes and yours are workaholics, right?"

"Let's not forget Four's psycho parents and Tris's psycho ex-foster parents."

She giggles. "We're a fucked up group, aren't we?"

I shrug. "Eh. I guess that's just how being a reject is."