Between the lines (sequel to Divergent High) ON HOLD

Chapter 8

TRIS POV

We arrived at LA 12 hours ago.

Worst.

Airport.

Experience.

Ever.

The twins would not stop screaming.

I got so many dirty looks.

I wanted to be like 'Hey! Why don't you try having twins when you're 18. Then, to make it better, have your boyfriend slap you, so you can leave him and take care of your 2 babies alone! Doesn't that sound totally easy and fun?'

Maybe I should've said that.

All of that was fixed when we arrived at our new house.

That thing is bigger than the old house, which I didn't think was even possible.

It's crazy.

My room has 2 other smaller rooms connected on for the girls.

All of us share the same floor, but that's okay because the floor stretches like a mile across each way.

There's a bunch of guests rooms on the floor below us.

On the floor below that, there's the kitchen, the living room, a few bathrooms, and a mud room.

There are patio doors and decks leading out from every room.

The decks lead to two paths.

There's the stairs.

And then there's a slide.

That slide, which is already awesome enough, leads to a giant infinity pool.

This place just keeps getting better and better.

Downstairs there's a few bathrooms, a gym, and another giant family room.

Best.

House.

Ever.

We're going to paint the twins/my bedroom tomorrow, so we're getting paint today.

Christina and Marlene come with me to make the decisions because I'm a really bad decision maker.

For Aspen, we decide a tinted green.

For Mia, we decide a tinted yellow.

And then we get our own paints for our rooms.

Christina gets a dark pinkish-purple color.

I decide on a light grayish-blue type of color.

It's boring, but that's kind of my personality now so I don't really care.

We get home and start to lay down all the tarps in the girls' rooms.

"I'm gonna go get the paints, you stay here." Christina says.

"Okay."

She walks downstairs.

All of a sudden my phone starts vibrating.

I grab it to see who's calling.

It's not Four, praise the lord.

It's Carter.

I decide to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey is this Tris?"

"That would be me."

"Hey!"

"Hi."

"So, um, I was like, kind of wondering... if.. you..wantedtogoonadatewithme? Like tomorrow or something?"

"Shit. Um I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"I'm kind of in Los Angeles right now, and I kind of live here now."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"That's fine! Totally fine."

"I'm sorry I forgot to tell you after I got off the plane."

"That's okay."

"We can just be long distance friends?"

"Long distance friends it is."

A/N: Heeey guys!

So that picture is my leg.

I dislocated my knee dancing and it actually didn't hurt that bad when it happened.

Now it hurts like hell.

One thing I learned is that when you have your first serious injury, people bring you flowers and stuffed animals and lots of chocolate.

I also learned that if you set a bag of kit kat minis in front of me and I am hungry I will eat the whole thing, even though it's extremely unhealthy and there are 5 servings in a bag.

So I have to wear a brace (shown in picture) and I'm not allowed to bend my knee.

It's incredibly hard to walk, so I have crutches.

I have the crutches and brace for another month.

I'm not allowed to do any physical activity for 3-4 months.

That means no gym for basically the rest of the school year, but it also means no dance.

Dance is basically my life so it's really devastating (I've cried for a total of like 5 hours).

Aaaaaand yeah!

So my Saturday sucked.

I just thought I'd update y'all on my life.

(I do not regret my kit kat decision at all.)