Kiss Me Maybe

A/N: This is a Fourtris AU where Four and Tris are famous musicians and are collaborating for a performance. The tune of the song lyrics goes with the melody Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson and I will not be using the full song

Disclaimer: Don't own Call Me Maybe, Divergent, or the lyrics to Kiss Me Maybe.

Tris woke up to the buzzing of her phone. Her work manager was calling her. She grudgingly picked up the phone and answered.

"Finally, Beatrice!" Shouted an exasperated voice from the other side. "Well good morning to you too, Chloe! And it's just Tris. Not Beatrice." replied Tris. "So what is it?" Chloe squealed and said "So you know that hot singer Four you're definitely crushing for?" Tris nodded, but then realized Chloe couldn't see her. "Yeah. . . and?" "He wants to collaborate with you for a performance next month!" "Which performance? There's a lot of them." "The Grammy's!"

"Oh my god, really?" asked the rising star. "Yep!" "So when do we meet up?" "Today at noon. Your house. He's coming over." Tris smiled. "Ok, thanks Chloe. Love you, bye!" And then she hung up.

Tris was really worried on her appearance and looked herself in the mirror. She wasn't your average looking celebrity. To be honest, she was kind of ugly. For starters, she was too short and flat, she had facial imperfections, her face was too narrow, her eyes too big, her lips to small, and her nose too long. She wanted to look good in front of Four and she only had one solution on how to do it. She called Christina.

Christina was her best friend and her fashion adviser. She was the bestest friend any girl could wish for. "Bestie!" teased Christina as she invited herself in. "Oh my god, what do you need my fabulous help for today?" She asked in a high-pitched girly-girl voice.

"Hi, Chris!" Said Tris awkwardly. "I need help with my... well, me." "But there's nothing wrong with you." She said. "Wait a minute..." Christina narrowed her eyes. "Is someone-specifically a hot guy-coming over and you want to impress him?"

Tris was genuinely shocked. How did her bff guess so well. "Wrong. You're absolutely wrong." the blonde said in a 'you can't impress me and I have nothing to hide' tone. "Whatever you say..." retorted Christina sarcastically.


3.5 hours later Tris was ready and she didn't admit it out loud, but she thought she looked stunning. Christina worked magic on her. She curled Tris' enviously long eyelashes and put mascara on, along with some eyeliner. She put foundation and concealer to hide her zits and bags a bit better, to make the famous girl's cheeks look rosier she dabbed on some blush, laminated her eyebrows, put on a light pink, sparkly eye shadow, and some lip gloss.

For her hair, Christina waved it and let it hang in loose blonde curls framing her face; making her facial features softer. Last, but not least, Christina dressed her in a cute outfit. A blue, plaided skirt, a black sweater, grey ankle socks, and chunky, white shoes.

Tris checked herself out in the mirror one last time before hurrying off to open the door. "Hi," said Four nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. Tris blushed. "Hi. Welcome in." She gestured him inside.


By the end of the week, they had became good friends and had the lyrics ready. All they needed was the melody and to practice for their performance. A few days later they came up with one.

"So how should we do the show?" Asked Tris about 2 weeks away from the Grammy's. "I dunno." Replied Four. "Maybe like we could act out the lyrics. I know it's stupid, but..." He blushed a crimson red and Tris found it adorable and really wanted to kiss him. Then, Tris thought about the lyrics and thought, I could kiss him! and she immediately agreed with his suggestion. "Sure, I guess that works." She said nonchalantly.

For the next two weeks, they worked together to practice their act and they perfected it. Four even called in people to teach them how to throw knives with deadly accuracy. Four was scarily excelled at it.

With their time spent together, Tris learned some new stuff about him. Four's real name was actually Tobias Eaton, his favourite colour was grey, and he like chocolate cake. A lot. He had a serious addiction to that cake.


It was the day of the Grammy's and Tris was feeling really nervous. She was dressed in tight, black leather pants that showed off her butt, and a black crop-top that was quite low-cut. On her feet were 4 inch heels on combat boots. Christina had done her makeup again and she looked the same as she looked the first day she met Tobias.

What Tris was most worried about was the kissing scene. They decided not to practice that to keep it fresh. What Tris didn't tell Tobias was that she had never kissed anyone before. She was only 16 and had dated no one. Four, on the other hand, was 18 and had probably kissed a lot of girls-or guys.

The Weekend was hosting the Grammy's this year. Tris didn't mind his songs, but it wasn't her style. No offense to the Weekend.

"Alright! The winner of Best Music of 2021 is...Four! So can we please welcome Four and his guest Tris for a little performance?" That was her cue. She made her way onto the stage.

Her partner got there before her and he looked ready to go. Four was wearing a black muscle t-shirt and black jeans with black training shoes. The shirt showed off his abs and he was jacked. Tris caught herself blushing.

The music started playing and she started singing.

(Tris is Bold and Four is Italics. Bold Italics is both of them.)

You threw a knife at my head,

Tris' beautiful voice carried through the arena. As she sang that Four threw a knife right above her head.

Oh please, at least you're not dead.

He threw another knife that grazed her ear, causing it to bleed.

Now my ear is all red, and now you're in my way!

I'd trade my faction for a kiss.

Tris made a kissy face.

Bullets and knives for you, Tris.

That's when Christina made a guest appearance and shot a fake bullet at Tris, but Four jumped in front of her and fell down to the ground dead dramatically.

I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way!

Your knife was throwing, black clothes, tattoos showing.

Four threw another knife at her whist pulling off his shirt showing fake tattoos on his back and showing the crowd his abs. Tris could've sworn she heard the Weekend say "Damn, he's hot."

Hot night ferris wheel going

Where'd you think we're going, baby?

The sang and sang and sang their hearts out. The audience was wowed by their amazingness. Soon enough, they reached the end of their song.

Hey! I just met you, and this is crazy, but we are Dauntless. So kiss me maybe

And all the other initiates, wanna kill me, but we are Dauntless, so kiss me maybe.

We are Dauntless so kiss me maybe.

And then they kissed for a long time. The whole world watching. It was by far, the best first kiss in the world. For both of them.