Tears flow down my cheeks as run towards the train.

Two friends, two friendships are possibly broken and ruined. Maybe for a few days or weeks or months, years or forever.

Even though I'm slightly blind from the tears that are flowing down my face I still manage to jump perfectly onto the train and close the door behind me.

The second the metal door closes I let out an ear-piercing scream.

It bounces off the walls and probably echos down most of the other cars on the train. I can only hope that I'm alone. I don't need people coming up to me and getting into my business.

I slip down onto the chair and let my tears keep falling. Drip. Drip. Drip. They fall onto the floor beneath me.

Not being able to keep it in I let out another scream, this one louder and filled with more pain than the last.

Burying my face in my hands I sob and sob and sob. The number of tears seems never-ending.

The connecting door that connects the car I am into the other clicks open and a pit drops in my stomach.

Somebody heard me scream.

I can't see the person but I can feel their presence getting closer and closer. They stop when they are standing in front of me, I can see their shoes.

"Go away." I snap at the person.

I am too upset right now to be polite.

They don't listen to me and continue standing there not saying a word. Probably just looking down on me with pity.

I take a deep breath.

"Seriously dude can you get the fuck back!" I yell, still not looking up at them.

"Damn Tris you got some foul language there." A deep voice chuckled.

A small smile forms on my lips and I look up at Four.

Using my sleeve I wipe up the streaks of tears that line my cheeks.

"Sorry I didn't know it was you." I smile.

"It's okay." He shrugs and then takes a seat next to me.

We sit there looking at each other in total silence.

I raise my eyebrows.

"What?" He asks.

"Well, aren't you gonna ask me why I'm upset?" I ask, a part of me had been expecting him to ask me I mean any normal person would.

He cocks his head to the side.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

I look up at the roof and click my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

"Not really." I chuckle.

"Yeah, and I knew that. I know that you would tell me what is bothering you when you are ready."

I smile and look over at him.

"You truly are an insightful man aren't you Four?"

"I try." He smiles.

We both chuckle and lapse back into silence.

"So what are you doing here on the train isn't dangerous for you to be out of your coffin?" I joke.

He smiles but only for a few seconds.

He lifts his jacket slightly and reveals two cans of orange spray paint.

"I was getting bored sitting at home so I decided to go and further the cause."

"Well, how noble of you."

"Do you want to join me?"

I am shocked by the offer. I had honestly never thought I would be offered the chance to go on a mission with Four.

"I would love to but what if someone who knows me sees me. See you have a mask and I don't and I do not need people telling my parents."

If Robert hasn't already told them.

Four grins and pulls another black mask out of his jacket pocket.

"Full confession I went to Abnegation searching for you to take you with me. I saw you weren't there and your Dauntless clothes were gone from Tori's room. I went to Dauntless and got there as you were leaving."

I smile and take the mask from him. The warm wool feels nice against my fingertips. A smile still on my lips I pull the fabric over my head and move it to the right place.

"How do I look?"

He leans closer until we are a few inches apart.

"Tough as nails."

(Just a little quote for the true Divergent fans reading this.)

***

I watch Four closely and copy his steps as we walk down the ally.

I recognize the building immediately as the Abnegation headquarters. A small pit forms in my stomach at the thought of my parents seeing me do this. They won't know it's me but still.

When he is satisfied the coast is clear we both pop the lids of the cans off and begin our masterpiece.

There is something exhilarating and somehow relaxing about this. Just me and Four painting on a wall. It was just what I needed.

As we finish our symbol we take a few steps back and look at our work.

A beaming smile tugs on my lips and I can see that he is smiling as well.

"Thanks for bringing me." I said.

"You're welcome."

I look up at him and he looks back down at me our smiles still pulling on our lips.

Like magnets unable to stay away from each other our hands drift closer together until they are linked.

"Hey!" A deep and angry voice yells from the front of the ally.

Four shifts slightly giving me a clear view of who is standing there.

It is Marcus and my father. They both look at us with disgust.

Their yell attracts more people and they all come to see what is happening.

Four stiffens as Evelyn and my mother come into view.

"Four we have to run." I whisper to him.

But I might as well have been speaking to a wall. He doesn't move a muscle just looks at Evelyn and she looks back at him.

"Four." I try again but it is still no use.

"Get the hell out of here." Marcus commands and it was his stern voice that made Four snap out of his trance and we start running.

Four reaches the wall first and hops on it with ease. I try to mimic his movements but I am not used to this and I trip scraping my knee on a loose nail in the bricks.

I scream in pain as blood begins to drip from the wound. My cry makes Four turns back and hops back down to my side.

He dips down and maneuvers my body onto his back and he then climbs back over the wall and takes off running.

***

Four carries me to his apartment and sets me down on the edge of his bed. The mattress is only a few inches from the base making it very uncomfortable.

I don't know how he sleeps on this thing.

He goes to the bathroom and comes back out holding a bandage and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol.

He kneels in front of me and lifts my pants to the point above my knee.

My cut is ugly, not too deep but ugly. The nail tore the skin open in a jagged cut and blood cakes all the nearby skin.

I hiss in pain as Four applies rubbing alcohol onto my cut. My hand moves to cover his. This action makes him stop and look up at me.

"Sorry." I chuckle and remove my hand to allow him to keep working.

"It's okay." He whispers.

I watch as he expertly cleans my cut and begins to wrap the bandage around it.

"Two of my friends admitted that they loved me today," I blurt out, I just couldn't stop myself.

Four looks up at me again but doesn't say anything.

"It was Al and Robert. They both fell in love with me," I chuckle," But then I turned them both down which means that my friendships with them are probably over."

Tears begin to trickle down my cheeks for the second time today and just like the last time I didn't try to stop them.

Four takes my face in his hands forcing me to look him in the eye. His beautiful blue eyes instantly made me feel calm.

"You don't know that your friendships are over. Who knows maybe those little suckers will get over it and move on." He shrugs. 

"It's not just that,"

"Then what is it?" He asks. 

"Robert he um... he saw us together last night."

Four's eyes widen with what looks like fear or at least concern.

"Shit." He curses under his breath.

"I tried to get him to promise he won't tell anyone but I have no idea if he will honour my plea. I'm scared my parents will find out about me sneaking out."

He moves onto the bed and sits next to me. I lean into his side, don't know why guess it just feels natural.

"You know you may be the only Abnegation kid who's worried about their parents finding out she sneaks out to meet up with a random stranger every night." He laughs.

I laugh but with my snot-filled nose, it sounds very strange.

"Yeah, I'm a real rebel aren't I?"

"Yip that would be the Divergent side of you."

"Well, that would make you a rebel too wouldn't it?"

"Guess it does." He smiles.

"Guess we can be rebels together." I said.

His smile grows wider.

"Together."