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It happened at dinner. Good or bad, Violet still wasn't sure. All she knew was that it was totally unexpected.

"Vi, Dad's going to be moving another bed into your room tomorrow," Vivian told her daughter as she gathered her corn into a little pile on the side of her plate. She was really craving those organs Constance had brought over for her . . .

"Why?" Violet asked. "The baby's not due for like, seven months. And there are plenty of extra rooms either way. And babies need cribs."

"Not for the baby, sweetheart," Ben replied. "For your cousin, Lily."

"Lily's coming?" Violet asked annoyed. "Didn't she kill herself like, five years ago?"

"No," Ben said, agitated. "She attempted to kill herself five years ago. And she recently tried again and came very close. Her parents are really worried so they're sending her out here for some therapy."

"Why does she have to share a room with me? There are plenty of empty ones."

"Oh come on," Vivian pled. "You and Lily used to be the best of friends back when you were kids."

"That was when we were kids," Violet pointed out.

"Either way," Ben cut in. "She can't sleep in her own room Violet, it's not safe. I need you to watch her for me."

"Great, so I'm babysitting," Violet remarked negatively.

"Come on," Vivian said. "Think of it as . . . a sleepover party. Those are always fun, right?"

"No." Violet pushed her plate out, no longer hungry. "When's she getting here?"

"Tomorrow night. She's never been this far from Boston on her own either, so be nice," Ben warned.

"No promises." Violet stood up from the table and left the room.

"What are we going to do with her?" Ben asked when their daughter was out of earshot.

Vivian shook her head. "I have no idea . . . You know she asked me the weirdest thing yesterday? She asked about how I knew when I was in love with you at first . . ."

Ben thought of Tate, and suddenly felt sick to his stomach. "Love?"

"Yeah . . . I don't think she has a boyfriend though. All though who would know, she hasn't been going to school . . ." Vivian murmured. "She just pretends to be sick in the morning and stays in her room all day long."

Ben swallowed. Love?

. . .

"Tate!" Violet yelled when she was safe in the basement.

"What do you want him for?" one of the twins—Bryan—asked.

"Go away!" Violet exclaimed. Bryan and Troy scowled at her before disappearing into the dark shadows.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" Tate asked as he emerged from the doorway. "What are you yelling about?"

"Ugh, I'm just so pissed off right now!" Violet told him. "My parents are making me babysit my crazy cousin . . ."

"How old is she?" Tate asked.

Violet shrugged. "I dunno . . . around our age I guess."

Tate gave her a questioning look. "And you're . . . babysitting?"

"She keeps trying to kill herself," Violet told him. She was pacing back and forth across the floor. "Damn this is bullshit!"

"Hey," Tate grabbed her arms to stop her from walking around. "Maybe this'll be fun."

"What about a mentally unstable person is fun?" Violet asked harshly.

"Well I don't know, you tell me," Tate said. "I used to want to kill people, remember?"

Violet winced but luckily it went unnoticed. "I guess . . . maybe you and her will get along. She claims she can . . . see things."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Weird stuff. I remember once, when we were little, she started up a conversation with my grandmother's corpse. She was the only on we heard talking, but it was like she really was talking to someone else we couldn't hear. It was weird."

"Why were you near your grandmother's corpse?" Tate asked. Violet realized then how weird that had probably sounded.

"We were at her funeral," she explained. "Or another time, we found her sitting all alone in our attic. We had been looking for her for hours, and when we asked what she was doing, she said she was talking to her friends."

"Hey . . . maybe she was like us," Tate suggested. "Maybe she could see ghosts."

"I don't know . . . I've only ever seen ghosts here," Violet pointed out. "You?"

Tate shrugged, looking confused. "I actually can't remember . . . maybe I have. So when's she getting here?"

"Tomorrow . . . we have to pick her up at the airport." Violet began pacing again.

"What's her name?"

"Lily," Violet replied. Tate chuckled. She stopped pacing in glared at him. "Why are you laughing?"

"Violet and Lily," he said. "They're both flowers."

Violet rolled her eyes. Boys . . .

Tate's hand gripped her back and he pulled her in close. "So . . . what do you want to do later?"

Violet smiled as he began to kiss her neck. "I don't know . . . maybe we should go upstairs."

"What's so great upstairs?" Tate mumbled.

"My bedroom," Violet whispered in reply. It was funny how Tate could make her go from super pissed at her parents to wanting sexual intercourse in less than five minutes.

"That sounds nice," Tate agreed. "But how am I going to get up there without your dad seeing me?"

"Hmm . . . Well, you always seem to find a way, don't you?" Violet asked.

Tate pulled back. "Uh . . . yeah."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"N-nothing . . ." he replied. "It's . . . Violet, where do I live?"

"What?"

"Where do I live?"

"I don't know," she replied.

"Yes you do," he insisted. "You know . . . Violet, tell me where I live."

He sounded almost . . . upset.

"Tate, I don't know where you live, I've never been to your house," Violet lied.

Tate's breath was shaky. "Why not?"

"You never invited me," Violet replied, trying to stay cool.

"No, no Vi that's not why . . ."

He was getting close to the truth, and for some reason, Violet found herself not wanting that to happen. Maybe because deep down, she knew that the sooner he found out he was dead, the sooner he'd have to move on, and the sooner he moved on, the sooner she'd lose him forever. And she also knew that she really, truly loved Tate, and she didn't want to lose him. He had come so close to the truth the other day, when he had asked about ghosts. She was sure he knew. But . . . he didn't say anything after that, so maybe it was just some weird coincidence.

"Hey, come on," Violet said. "I think we were in the middle of something."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. She let her tongue slid across his mouth. She knew it would distract him, and she would never admit it, but she liked it too.

"I think we were going upstairs," she reminded him. He nodded.

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Dun, dun, dun! Haha, please leave a review! Are you curious to see who Lily is? Is she really crazy? Will Tate find out he's a ghost? Seriously, please review!