Tris
Tobias and I sit down across from each other, him next to Zeke and me next to Uriah at our usual table. "What's up?" I ask, cutting my pancake. "Makeover!" Shauna screeches. I smile a bit. Tobias smirks at me."And what do you find so funny?" I ask, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows at him. "Nothing, " he answers, looking down at his cake. "I hate you, " I say, rolling my eyes. "No you don't, " he retorts. "Piss off, " I laugh, kicking his shin under the table.
"First is nails. Then, hair. Next is the clothes. And finally makeup, " Shauna says, waddling through the pit. She can't wait to have this baby. "Fine."
We walk into the nail place and sit down in chairs next to each other. She gets all black and one pink on each hand. Mine are all black with a silver stripe down the center of each nail. It looks quite nice actually.
We talk about everything and anything that came to mind. It was kinda nice to just talk to someone. She mostly talked about how excited she was for her baby. She and Zeke are gonna be amazing parents.
Next, we walk to the other side of the pit. This is a bit extreme for one makeover, but that's what she wants to do. When we get there, Shauna whispers something in the woman's ear so I couldn't hear. She nodded and led me back to a chair.
"What did you tell her?" I ask Shauna. She shrugs innocently. I shoot her a playful glare. "If you are dying my hair pink, I swear to God I will kill you." She shrugs again. Oh God help me.
Shauna sits at a chair across from me with a magazine resting in her lap. "I can't help but feel like you are trying to torture me, " I laugh. "Maybe, " she answers, glancing up from her lap with a smirk. I stick my tongue out and the lady scolds me for moving. Geez. I just moved my tongue.
I go on my phone and decide to text Tobias. I don't have anything better to do.
Me: I'm bored
4: Congratulations!
Me: very funny
4: I know. What kind of torture are you withstanding now?
Me: hair. I'm screwed.
4: it can't be that bad
Me: you'll see later. I have no idea what they're doing.
4: 😂
4: I'm assuming I will see you for dinner.
Me: 👍
After endless joking, the woman tells me I'm done and I tell him goodbye. Shauna looks up at me and smiles. Oh God, what did she do to my hair? The last hands me a mirror and I immediately look to my hair. Now it had a few red streaks in it. To be honest, it doesn't look too bad."Gorgeous!" Shauna squeals and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the store. "Can we get lunch?" I ask in a whiney tone. She groans before we walk into the nearest restaurant.
We sit at a table in the front and grab our menus. "I'm starving, " she says, opening the menu. "To be fair, you are eating for two." She smiles at me. "I can't believe you're gonna be the only Pedrad that isn't married, " She laughs. I roll my eyes. "That one isn't, " I say, pointing at her stomach. "You know what I mean." I nod with a smile.
We finish eating and start walking to one of the clothing stores. Shauna's whole body tenses as she sits down on a bench, hands on her stomach. "You okay?" I ask, sitting next to her. Her face relaxes and she nods, standing up. "I'm good."
No matter how many times I tell her, she doesn't stop joking about Tobias and I. I have to admit that it's funny though. I love my friends.
Shauna grabs her stomach again and leans on the wall near the tattoo parlor. I stand by her side as tears brim her eyes. "Shauna, " I say and feel something wet soak my shoes. Her water broke. It's on my feet. Ewww.
"We need to get you to the hospital, " I say, grabbing her arm and pulling her through the pit. I don't hesitate to above people out of the way. "Call Zeke, " she cries. Shit. Zeke and Tobias went on a trip to erudite for new computers. "Okay, " I say, trying to calm her down.
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Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story
FanfictionForget Beatrice Prior. Here comes Tris Pedrad. She has a twin named Uriah and an older brother, Zeke. He is two years older. She has been a prodigy since age six along with Uriah. He has eight fears and she has six. What will happen when a stiff tra...