We pull up to Candor Chicken Castle, something that I have grown to love in Chicago. While I shuffle around my purse, looking for my phone, Four opens the door for me. 

I smile, looking up, "What a gentleman." 

"I can be one when I want to stiff." He smirks, pushing me the rest of the way out. 

I laugh, walking up to the doors. As soon as we step in, I am met with the familiar smell of fried chicken. I breath deeply, but immediately feel like even having this air in me will make me sweat grease. 

"Come on, let's order." Four says, pushing me forward. 

"You first, I need to look." I say, pushing him back. 

"Whatever, tiny one." He says, going to the counter to order. 

While he does so, I look over the menu, deciding quickly what I want. 

"And for the lady?" I hear the cashier say, winking at me. 

I fight off the urge to gag at this acne ridden perv hitting on me, and say with confidence, "Yes, I would like a number four, with a medium fry and drink." 

He eyes me up and down, "Sure thing pretty lady. That will be $5.27." 

Four steps forward, seeing my discomfort, "Thank you, I will pay for my girlfriend." 

My eyes widen at what he says, then I realize, he is just trying to help me. The perv freaks out, but still accepts his debit card, giving Four a glare. 

He quickly writes something on the receipt, then hands it to me, and I hand Four his card back. We grab our cups and walk back to find a seat. I look at the receipt, and burst out laughing. Four looks at me, utterly confused, and I hand him the piece of paper. 

The cashier wrote, "Why be with a meathead like him when you can get all of THIS! Here's my number 123-456-6464" 

He laughs too, chucking it in the trash. I sit down at our small booth while he goes to fill up our drinks. I sigh, smiling. I still find it so weird that we hated each other the first day, and two weeks later, we are going out to lunch together. 

"Here's your sweet tea." Four says, plopping the cup in front of me. 

"Thanks, boyfriend." I respond, laughing. 

He chuckles, rolling his eyes. "So, is there really a reason you took me out to lunch today, or do you actually like me?" I ask, smirking. 

"Oh, I just felt bad that my crazy ex-girlfriend beat the shit out of you." He shrugs, as if it were nothing. 

"Order 410!" Someone yells from the counter. 

"I got it." I jump up from the booth, and walk over to the counter. 

Luckily the perv is not handing me my food, instead, it is a rather good-looking guy. I smile, my cheeks blushing the slightest bit. "Number 4 and a number 6?" He confirms, giving me an award-winning smile. 

"Y-yes." I stutter. 

"Here yah go." He pushes a tray to me, and I have a skip on my step back to our booth. 

"I saw that, and no, you should not date Brian." Four says, the moment I sit down. 

I roll my eyes, "Who are you to dictate who I can and can't date?" 

Four glares, "For your information, he hooks up with every girl he lays his eyes on. I know, he screwed 3 of my girlfriends." 

I look down, guity, "Sorry." 

He chuckles, "No problem tiny one. Don't feel bad." 

I glance back up, a small smile plastered on my face. I dig into my foot, not even caring if I would have to run a mile to work off all of these calories. 

"Damn tiny one, looks like you haven't Eaton in a decade!" He laughs at me, tossing a fry in my hair. 

I look up, mouth full of fries, and he busts out laughing, "Oh-my god. You-are-so stupid." 

I laugh too, barely managing to keep everything in my mouth. When I start laughing too hard, my ribs start to hurt, bad, and I abruptly stop. 

"What's wrong Tris?" He asks, immediately noticing me wince. 

He used my real name, not bitch or tiny one. 

"I'm fine Four." I say calmly, paying attention back to my food. 

"You know, you are a terrible liar." He says, sighing. 

"No, because I am fine." I counter, getting annoyed. 

"Tris I am not an idiot." He raises his voice, getting angry. 

"Well apparently you are!" I exclaim, getting sick and tired of this. 

"Do you need medicine? Did you not tell the doctor something?" He is agitated, but I don't really care. 

"No, I told you I am fine. Bruises and cuts don't matter, I probably just opened a cut or something." I make up some sort of excuse. 

"Oh come on, I know what pain is, that was not just a little cut opening. What's wrong?" He slams his fist on the table, getting the attention of the few people there. 

I laugh, "It really doesn't matter, I don't even know why I would bother asking for your help anyways." 

He scoffs, "What is that supposed to mean?" 

"Oh, come on. We were never meant to be friends, and we have just been forcing it so we don't kill each other. You probably don't actually care, you are just acting concerned to be friendly." 

He looks like he might explode, "Are you serious Tris? You think that is what this is? You think I would take you out places and try to hang around you if I just didn't want to kill you?" 

I shrug, "Well, you never know. Maybe this was just a mistake." 

He doesn't even respond, he just storms off. I breath deeply, trying to relax myself. I really would have liked to be friends, but there is no way that could work out if he gets so concerned about something so small. I like to keep to myself, and now that I think about it, he was just being nosy. 

I grab my leftovers, and walk out. Of course, to my luck, he already drove off. Great, a walk in the hot air to let off some steam. I walk down the sidewalk, making sure I am going the right way to my house. I don't like walking through the outer parts of the city alone, but it does give me some time to think. 

Was that really a smart thing to do? I literally just told Four to screw off and forget trying to have a friendship, all because I didn't want to tell him I think I have broken ribs. Really, that is stupid of me, I could have asked the doctor for wrapping or something, but instead I let it go, not wanting to cause anymore trouble. If my ribs were broken, Mom would no doubt try and sue Lauren or something.

I guess it was for the best, I mean, the first time I met him, he pushed me against a locker and threatened me, that should have been a sign. Really, everything I did was right, I should not be friends with Four, and I don't need to make a scene by telling anyone I need to go to the hospital.

I am only pulled from my train of thought by stumbling over a rock in my front yard. I barely recover, almost falling flat on my face. I laugh at myself, and walk to the front door. It is still only 12:30, since our lunch got cut short, so I still have 3 hours till Caleb gets home. 

I go straight to my room, and check on the kittens. Lilly is sleeping with her head in the food bowl, and Casper is sprawled out in the middle of the floor. I gently pick them both up, and put them in the bed, where they snuggle next to each other. 

I pick them up while they are still in the bed, and go downstairs to watch some TV. They sit next to me, sleeping, and I turn on Grey's Anatomy. I take a pain pill, and relax, glad for a little relief. I am splayed across the couch, rather comfortable. As the medicine takes affect, I fall into a quick, dreamless sleep. 

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"Take a picture!"

"No, she will kill me!" 

"Do it! before she wakes up!" 

My eyes dart open, glaring in front of me. "Why are you all here?" I groan, rubbing my face. 

"Your Mom said she had an emergency business trip, and wanted someone to stay with you, so we all came." Christina says, laughing. 

I roll my eyes, "What about Caleb?" 

"He's on some 'nerd field trip' " Uriah mocks, pushing up imaginary glasses.

I laugh, sitting up. To my surprise, Lynn is sitting on the floor with kittens licking her face. She is... laughing? I have never heard her laugh before. 

"Lynn? Enjoying yourself?" 

She stops laughing, and looks at me, "Do I have to have a dead heart all the time?" 

Everyone starts laughing, knowing the answer to that question. She picks up Casper and Lucy, and sets them in my lap, "I think they wanted to play, but you were passed out on the couch." 

I smile, nuzzling their heads, "I am their favorite human, even if Caleb wouldn't admit it." 

Zeke gasps, silencing everyone, "I thought I WAS EVERYONE'S FAVORITE HUMAN!" 

I shake my head, "No, Zeke, you are everybody's favorite... creature." 

He starts dancing, and I shake my head. That boy is helpless. 

"Well, anyways,  are you guys just going to stay the weekend?" I ask, glancing at the time. 

"What else would we do." Lynn says, sitting beside me. 

I smile, "Great. Movies, pizza and Never Have I Ever it is!" 

I sit back, happy. I really hope we can just have a fun weekend, and ignore everything else. Including... Four.