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It smelled heavily of dust and moth balls, the attic that is. The single ray of sunlight struggled to make its way through the grime that seemed to be painted onto the sole windowpane. A red ball rolled back and forth across the jagged wooden floorboards, it had one path, from one end to the other. This small path, only inches wide, was the only part of the attic that was free from the flakes of filth that floated down from the rafters.

Violet sat, cross legged, on the floor near the stairs that led up to the attic. Every few seconds the ball would once again roll into the beam of light and into her waiting hands. Without thinking, she would then roll it back to Beau, who would in turn, roll it back to her. Violet would spend hours upon hours each week doing this same activity; it gave her some interaction, even if Beau wasn't the most talkative ghost in the house.

Besides her parents and her baby brother, Violet only ever spent time with Beau, the rest of the house got on her nerves too much. They were all too self pretentious, needy I guess one could say. With little to do, Violet just wasted away time doing the same activities she had done the day before. As horrendous as it was to admit, she almost wished that family had moved in. Sure, they probably would have died, but it would have at least been something to watch, almost like a scary movie, none of which they had in the house.

For as much as Chad loved Halloween, he did not like horror movies because they weren't "realistic" enough for him. That, of course, was a load of crap since half of what's in horror movies was personally done to him. If that wasn't enough, Nora said she wouldn't have any of those movies ruining her baby, the baby she did nothing with.

Violet let out a sigh as the red ball hit her palms again. She rolled it one last time before standing and brushing off her black skirt and the dark floral leggings underneath. The ball didn't return, so she figured Beau had gotten the hint that she was leaving.

As Violet turned around she came face to face with a blonde boy. Startled, she quickly stumbled backwards, into the lone spot of sunlight. She heard a quick intake from the boy, "Vi, you look beautiful."

Violet shook her head and looked down at the worn converse that covered her feet, her long auburn hair falling into her eyes. "No Tate," she muttered as she crossed her arms. The old vintage sweater fell off of one of her shoulders, revealing yet another layer that she had put on.

Tate took a step towards her, his eyes pleading, praying that she would look up at him. He stopped a few feet short of her, not wanting to push his luck. Honestly, it felt amazing being in the same room as her, he had wanted this since the night she had kissed him that last time.

"What are you doing here? In the attic, I mean." Violet tried to speak with conviction, but her nerves of being around him got her, resulting in her voice quivering. She quickly peaked up at his tall frame, but only long enough to see his golden locks, before setting her gaze back on the rotting floor.

"I'm here to see my brother, if I had known you were here I would have waited. I swear Violet. I can leave, wait until you are gone." Tate shoved his hands deep into his pockets and kept his focus on her.

Violet sighed and uncrossed her arms, letting them hang by her sides as she thought. It was silly, really, to banish him from every room she was in. They were going to be stuck with each other for eternity, unless someone found some way to get them out of this holy hell. Violet didn't know how long it had been since she had kissed Tate goodbye, it could have been weeks, months, or maybe even years. Time had no meaning to Violet anymore, minutes, hours, days, it all seemed like the same thing to her.

As Tate was turning his back to her, she reached out and touched his arm lightly, retracting immediately after she did so. Violet could have sworn she had felt a light shock when she had brushed his arm. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten the electricity her and Tate had. It was something unusual, like every time they touched the planets aligned, making some sort of chemical reaction.

"Tate, wait."

Tate spun around to look at her, was this going to be the moment? The moment he had been dreaming about for one year and five months. For almost a year and a half he had been down in the basement, begging for forgiveness to anyone that would listen to him. Hell, he had even apologized to the overly dramatic Chad. Tate looked into her beautiful eyes, the eyes that made him feel like a good person, not a psychopath.

"We are going to be living here for a long time, together, under the same roof. There is no getting past that. So, it seems silly to try and avoid each other at every turn. I think we can handle being in the same room while still being civil." Violet paused, watching Tate who had a smile spread across his face. "I don't forgive you, so don't think that. But, I might be ready to start working towards being friends again."

Tate's smile didn't falter. Friends, boyfriend, husband, he didn't care what he was to Violet, as long as he could spend time with the woman who stole his heart.

"Just friends Tate, nothing more."

"Just friends. Don't worry Vi, I understand."

"So I'll see you around then, around the house."

"I'll see you later Vi."

As soon at Violet has descended the stairs and closed the door to the attic, Tate couldn't help but to throw a triumphant fist into the air.

Hello! This is my first AHS fanfiction ever. I absolutely love Tate and Violet's story, and I wanted more of it, so I decided to do it myself. I hoped you all enjoyed the first chapter. Please follow and review!

xoxo~Emi