Tris sat cross-legged in the center of her living room, wrapping paper and the few gifts she’d gotten laying spread in front of her as she wrestled with a particularly stubborn roll of tape. She was a terrible gift giver by nature, never quite sure what material possessions would be well recieved and which would be plain ridiculous. By this logic, she usually tried to go for something practical or completely non-material. Or in the case of her brothers, simply let them choose their own gifts. The problem that came with this was a lack of things to wrap and feeling very much like a cheap-skate. She sighed.
Her phone distracted her easily, already ready to give up the task of wrapping gifts. She slid across the hardwood to grab for it, ending up plastered to the cold floor on her belly as she typed out her messages quickly, a smile on her lips as she read the lit up screen. She was happy about spending her Christmas Eve with Quinn, but there was a solid weight in her gut at the thought that Quinn’s family wouldn’t be home at all for the holidays. Even if she only got to see her own mom for a short time, she understood the reason. She wasn’t sure behind Quinn’s mom’s reasoning, but she was determined that Quinn wasn’t going to spend much of the holiday alone. She knew that she clearly wanted to spend some time with Puck, and Tris was more than okay with it. But waking up with Quinn and ending the day with her sounded heavenly.
With a glare in the direction of her gifts, she rolled to her feet and slid the finished items under the tree, hurrying to her room to get a bag and some overnight clothes. She was feeling jittery over exchanging gifts, having definitely not found anything that at all matched up to what she wanted to gift the girl. But it was a little too late now to worry about all the details, and mostly she just wanted to see her and get her wrapped up in her arms, and dwelling on her shortcomings was definitely not getting her to that point any sooner.
She called a quick goodbye and goodnight to Trent, making it nearly halfway out the house before she stopped to dart back into his room to kiss him quickly. Her car was cold, but she was still seriously disappointed by the lack of snow on the ground. She huffed breaths of fog as she started it and let it warm up before heading towards Quinn’s, pulling in and grabbing for her bag before hustling up the walk to knock on the door.