Disclaimer: I do not own divergent.

Authors Note: This is my first fanfic, so I'm sorry if it sucks.

"Come on Tris!"

I hurried behind Riley carrying our bags. I looked up to see he had ran straight to the back of the aeroplane. I fumbled around looking for our tickets and seat number.

"Riley!" I shouted. "We're up here." I beckoned him towards me.

He shook his head vigorously which I returned with a stern look.

"I want to sit here Aunty Tris."

I sighed and threw our bags in the overhead compartment. I walked down to the seat he had claimed for his own. I knelt to his eye level.

"That's somebody else's seat Ri. We have to sit up there." I pointed towards our seat.

"But, Why? I want to sit here."

"Everybody has their own seat, and if you don't move the woman will tell you off."

I look up to see a man watching us. This is obviously his seat.

"Look, Ri. This man wants to sit in his seat. We've got to move."

"Cant he sit over there instead?"

I sigh. Riley always has been stubborn, just like his mother.

My eyes flicker up as the man speaks.

"Are you sitting over there?" He speaks to Riley. "By the window? Wow, I'm jealous. You can see all of the clouds from where you sit, not to mention the countries we are going to fly over."

Riley looks up at me, mouth agape. "Can we really, Tris?" He looks at me hopeful.

I giggle. "Yes, Ri, we can."

He shoots up out of the seat and runs to ours. I stand back up to my original height greeted by the strangers dark eyes. I smile

"Thanks."

The corner of his lip crooks up as he shakes his head. "No problem."

Walking back to my seat I can't seem to get his features out of my mind. His dark hair, deep blue eyes, crooked smile. I shake the thought once I am snapped back into reality.

"Look, Aunty Tris. You can see everything."

I chuckle. "That's not the best part. We haven't even taken off yet."

His eyes go straight back to the window as I pull out my phone.

*To Christina
On the plane, about to take off & Riley's already loving it!

Within minutes I have a reply.

*From Christina
Take care of my little boy

*To Christina
You know I will

The plane ride was exhausting, I've got to say. Every little thing we passed, Riley had to tell me about it. I cant deny he looked adorable when he got excited though.

As soon as we reached the baggage area Riley ran off to watch all of the suitcases come down.

"Riley!" I shouted.

I ran after him, looking all around. I let out a sigh of relief once I spotted him. I narrowed my eyes once I realised he was speaking to somebody and my heart rate picked up. I hurried towards him only to notice it was the same man from on the plane. I stopped for a second to hear what they were saying.

"You were right! I saw all of the clouds, and the ocean, and I even saw another plane pass by!" Riley was speaking so fast with so much excitement. It made me laugh when I saw him like this.

"Wow!" The man replied. "That's great, but where's your mother?"

"At home." Riley replied smiling.

"What?" He questioned.

"I'm with my aunt, she's…" He turned looking for me.

I scurried over to him now. "Riley." I scowled. "You shouldn't run off like that, okay?"

He nodded. "I just wanted to tell him about the other plane."

I sigh, moving a piece of hair out of my face. "I know Ri, but you cant just run off. Tell me, yeah?"

He nodded again. I looked up at the man.

"Sorry if he bothered you, I-"

He chuckled. "No, seriously, its fine."

"What hotel are you staying in?" Riley blurted out.

"Riley!" I scolded. He shouldn't be asking people their private information. Then again, that could just be the was I was raised. Number one rule of my father; Be selfless.

However, the man shook his head. "I'm staying at the Bellezza Hotel."

Riley gasped. "So are we!"

I looked at the man to see him looking straight back at me.

"Seems like this wont be the last time I see you then." He held out his hand. "I'm Tobias."

I looked down at his hand, making the decision to accept his acquaintance.

"Tris. Nice to meet you."

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