A little after Tris's interrogation I see Uriah in the hallways, walking alone. Just the person I need to see. I say to myself.

"Hey Uri." I say, calling him by his nickname. I know he'll answer now - he hates when people call him that.

"Hi Four. What's up? And stop calling me Uri." He says, narrowing his eyes as he walks over to where I'm standing.

"I need you to pass a message on to Tris." I tell him.

He raises an eyebrow. "What kind of message?"

"Tell her to meet me at about ten on Millennium Park's lawn."

"Isn't your mom watching your every move or something?" He questions.

"Sort of, but I have ways to get around that." I say. "Can you just tell her please?"

"Sure thing." He says, smirking like he knows something heated might happen.

I don't object to it. After all, this will be the first moment alone we've had in a while.

Anything could happen.

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I'm standing in the shadows at Millennium Park, the cold air seeping through the fabric of my black sweatshirt despite my shirt underneath. It's a little after ten and I'm waiting for Tris to show up. My backpack full of snacks is at my feet.

I look up for the millionth time it seems and that's when I see her. She's pulling her sleeves over her hands, most likely to keep them warm. She's wearing a long sleeved black shirt and dark red pants. The colors look weird together, especially on her, but she could say the same about me with my black sweatshirt and blue jeans. Up until about a week ago I didn't even know what blue jeans were.

"How did I do?" She asks once she's in earshot. I know she's referring to the interrogation.

"Very well," I say. "Evelyn still hates you, but Christina and Cara have been released without questioning."

"Good." She says and smiles.

And that's as long as I can go without touching her.

I pinch the front of her shirt, right over her stomach, and tug her towards me, kissing gently.

When I pull away I say, "Come on, I have a plan for this evening."

She smirks. "Oh really?"

"Yes, well, I realized that we've never been on an actual date." I almost laugh at how cheesy I must sound.

"Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person's dating possibilities."

"I would like to experience this 'date' phenomenon." I say as an attempt at flirting and start walking backwards towards the metal structure at the end of the lawn, our destination. Just as Tris begins following me, I say, "Before you, I only went on group dates, and they were usually a disaster. They always ended up with Zeke making out with whatever girl he intended to make out with, and me sitting in awkward silence with some girl that I had somehow offended in some way early on."

"You're not very nice," She says, grinning.

"You're one to talk."

"Hey, I could be nice if I tried."

"Hmm..." I tap my chin. "Say something nice, then."

"You're very good-looking."

I smile what is probably the biggest smile I've ever smiled in my life, teeth and all. I probably look like a little kid. Good thing it's dark. "I like this 'nice' thing." I say.

We have now reached the end of the lawn. The metal structure is larger and stranger up close than is was from far away. It's really a stage, and arching above it are massive metal plates that curl in different directions. We walk around one of the plates which rises at an angle from the ground. There, metal beams support the plates form behind. I secure my backpack on my back, grab one of the beams, and start to climb.

"This feels familiar," she says and I know she's talking about the when we climbed the Ferris Wheel together. But all I'm remembering is when she almost plummeted to her death - twice.

I erase the thoughts from my mind. This will be a good date, no matter what.

I continue to climb to the spot where two metal plates meet in a V shape, leaving enough room for two people to sit. I then scoot back, wedging myself between the two plates, and reach for her waist to help her when she gets close enough.

I then take the blanket out of my backpack and cover us with it, then take out two plastic cups.

"Would you like a clear head or a fuzzy one?" I say, peering into the bag.

"Um..." She tilts her head. "Clear. I think we have some things to talk about, right?"

"Yes."

I take out a small bottle with clear, bubbling liquid in it and as I twists open the cap I say, "I stole it from the Erudite kitchens. Apparently it's delicious."

I pour some in each cup and she takes a sip. It tastes sweet but bitter, and I'm glad when it disappears down my throat.

"Things to talk about," I say, stalling a bit. We've been on a pretty good page thus far. I'm not ready to introduce the tension yet.

"Right."

"Well..." i start as I frown into my cup. "Okay, so I understand why you worked with Marcus, and why you felt like you couldn't tell me. But..."

"But you're angry," she says. "Because I lied to you. On several occasions."

I nod, looking away from her. "It's not even the Marcus thing. It's further back than that. I don't know if you can understand what it was like to wake up along, and know that you had gone-" I cut off abruptly. I still can't say it: To her death. "-to Erudite headquarters."

"No, I probably can't." she takes another sip. "Listen, I...I used to think about giving my life for things, but I didn't understand what 'giving your life' really was until it was right there, about to be taken from me."

She looks up at me and at last, I look at her also.

"I know now," she says. "I know I want to live. I know I want to be honest with you. But...but I can't do that, I won't do it, if you won't trust me, or if you talk to me in that condescending way you sometimes do-"

"Condescending?" I say, cutting her off. "You were doing ridiculous, risky things-"

"Yeah," she says. "And do you really think it helped to talk to me like I was a child who didn't know any better?"

"What else was I supposed to do?" I demand. "You wouldn't see reason!"

"Maybe reason wasn't what I needed!" she sits forward. "I felt like I was being eaten alive by guilt, and what I needed was your patience and your kindness, not for you to yell at me. Oh, and for you to constantly keep your plans from me like I couldn't possibly handle-"

I stop looking at her to think about this...She needed my kindness and patience not me being hard on her. But...There was no nice way to put it, I had to seriously work on showing her how much I cared in a way other than yelling at her.

But still I say, "I didn't want to burden you more than you already were."

"So do you think I'm a strong person, or not?" she scowls at me. "Because you seem to think I can take it when you're scolding me, but you don't think I can handle anything else? What does that mean?"

"Of course I think you're a strong person." I shake my head. "I just...I'm not used to telling people things. I'm used to handling things on my own."

"I'm reliable," she says. "You can trust me. And you can let me be the judge of what I can handle."

"Okay," I say, nodding. "But no more lies. Not ever."

"Okay."

We sit in silence for several minutes before she reaches for my hand.

"I'm sorry I lied to you," she says. "I really am."

"Well," I say. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't respect you."

We stay there for a while, our hands clasped. The sky is nearly empty above us expect for a few stray stars that seem to have lost their way. Sort of like us.

I drain the rest of my drink and say, "This stuff is kind off gross." Mainly because it is.

"Yes it is," she says, staring into her cup. She then drinks it in one gulp. "I wonder what the Abnegation treat would have been, if they had one."

"Stale bread."

I laugh. "Plain oatmeal."

"Milk."

"Sometimes I think I believe everything they taught us," I say. "But obviously not, since I'm sitting here holding your hand right now without having married you first."

"What do the Dauntless teach about...that?" she says, nodding to our hands.

"What do the Dauntless teach, hmm." I smirk. "Do whatever you want, but use protection, is what they teach."

She raises her eyebrows and blushes.

"I think I'd like to find a middle ground for myself," I say. "To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise."

"That sounds good," she pauses. "But what do you want?"

She looks like she already knows but wants to hear me say it.

"Hmm." I grin and lean forward onto my knees. I then press my hands to the metal plate, framing her head with my arm and kiss her, slowly. On the mouth, under her jaw, right above my collarbone. She stays still as I do this, like she's nervous. But I don't stop and eventually she touches my waist.

And then my lips are on hers again and I pull my shirt out from under her hands so that she's touching my bare skin. She then presses closer to me, her hands creeping up my back, sliding over his shoulders. Her breaths come faster and so do mine, and I taste the substance we just drank and smile just a bit.

She pushes my shirt up and I wrap my arm around her waist, my free hand tangling in her hair and she slows down like she's drinking everything in. And I am too.

She then relaxes and laughs a little as my fingertips brush over her hips and the small of her back. Sighs into my ear when I pull her against me. I bury my face into the side of her neck and kiss her there. It's sort of like an out-of-body experience. I can hardly believe I'm up here, despite my fear of heights, with the girl I love - despite my horrible romantic skills. It's funny how life pans out.

I don't know how long it is before we grow cold again and decide to huddle over the blanket, our breathing finally slowing down.

"It's getting more difficult to be wise," I say, laughing into her ear.

She smiles at me. "I think that's how it's supposed to be."

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Well that's that.... *rubs hands together* It's 12:13 A.M. and yup, I'M STILL UP WRITING FOR YOU GUYS BECAUSE IT'S BEEN TOO LONG WITHOUT AN UPDATE!! Hope you guys enjoyed this!! <33 It's sooo long!!