Vivien took a step back to admire her work. She had finished taking the wallpaper down in the kitchen and was happy to be done with that project. She heard her back door open and frowned, turning around slowly.

"Hello?" a woman's voice called out.

"Yes?" Vivien called back.

An older woman with a nice dress and fluffy hair smiled, "Hello, I'm Constance Langdon. I live a few houses down. I brought my two kids but one ran off so I sent the other to find her."

"Oh hi, I'm Vivien Harmon."

"Welcome to the neighborhood."

Constance smiled wide as a young boy came up behind her. She didn't notice right away. She saw Vivien's eyes move and that made her turn her head. She jumped a little then relaxed.

"Oh my, Tate." she sighed. "This is my son, Tate." Constance introduced.

"Hello." Vivien nodded, Tate only looked at her.

"Where's your sister?" Constance asked, but Tate only shrugged.

Constance rolled her eyes and dropped a pie onto the table. The wipe cream on top splattered a bit onto thee clean counter, but no one really cared. Constance left to look for her daughter and Tate took a seat on the island. Vivien stared at him, noting how sad he looked. As a mother she felt bad and wanted to cheer him up.

"I'm Mrs. Harmon, but you can call me Vivien." She told, making him look up at her. "You know, I have a daughter your age, and she loves pie." Vivien smiled before going over to the stairs and shouting up them to her daughter, Violet, to come down. "How long have you lived on the street?"

"My whole life." Tate mumbled, watching her cut the pie into slices.

"How have you liked it?"

"It's a nice place. No bad neighbors I know of, but I don't know many people."

"Is there no one your age around here?"

"Not on this street, but there a lot of streets around here since the school is close to here."

"Do you go to Westfield?"

"Yeah." Tate nodded, his voice perfectly audible now.

"How is it?"

Both turned to see a girl leaning in the doorway. Tate looked her up and down, noticing how she didn't dress like most girls from L.A. He was instantly curious about her.

"There are a lot of preppy bitches and assholes, but you learn to avoid them." Tate stared at her.

"Tate, this is Violet. Violet this is Tate Langdon." Vivien smiled brightly.

Violet nodded and walked over to her piece of pie on a nice, new plate. Tate's eyes followed her every moment. He was amazed by every movement she made and the way she looked.

"Tate?" Constance said, breaking him out of his trance. "I found, Addie. Now it's time to go." She said sternly.

Tate bowed his head and stood up from his chair, looking at the Harmon's. "It's was nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy it here."

Both the women smiled and gave little waves and thanks. Constance gave a polite smile and escorted Addie out of the house. Meanwhile Tate took his time leaving, still wanting to gaze upon Violet. She frowned in the direction he left once he was gone, thinking he was acting like a total creep.

"Well, they seem nice." Vivien commented.

"Yeah I guess." Violet shrugged.

"Tate, was cute." Vivien gave her a look and naughty grin.

Violet rolled her eyes, "Yeah but he also seems really weird."

"Oh, Violet, are you saying you're normal?" Vivien joked, and Violet did laugh along with her before putting her plate in the sink and heading back upstairs to her room.

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Constance smiled proudly as placed the new silverware she stole into her collection case. She had told Addie to run off and play, knowing Tate wouldn't go find her. She had ignored Addie's disappearance and searched for anything of value in the old house. She had been doing this long enough to know there was always something. When she had finished the job, she got Addie and made them leave right away. Hopefully they wouldn't put two and two together.

Tate was sitting at the table with her but staring off into space. He was thinking about Violet. He liked the way she talked and acted and looked. He wondered about her. There was just something about her. He knew he would get to know her better, especially since they would be going to school together.

"I have the feeling they won't notice anything missing. They didn't seem like the kind of people to see the value in what they own." Constance commented.

"I'm going to go out for a while tonight." Tate stated.

"Where?"

"Somewhere."

"Well fine, don't tell. Just don't get into trouble." Constance scoffed.

"I won't." Tate shrugged and glared at her before leaving her alone with her 'treasures'.

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Violet was fast asleep in her bed. She had fallen asleep to The Kinks and they would have been blaring still if Tate hadn't snuck in and turned it down. He had learned that loud sounds and bright lights affect how well you sleep. He wanted to make sure she was happy for tomorrow. It would be hard for her to be in a new school tomorrow with new people. He would find her and help her out and also figure out who she was. That was his plan and goal.

As he sat on her windowsill and watched her sleep, he thought about how intriguing she was to him. He wondered what could have possibly caused his infatuation with her. All she had ever done was asked him a three word question. She hadn't flirted or said anything unheard of. He just felt the uncontrollable want to connect with her.

He walked over to her bed and pushed a strand of hair out of her sleep face so he could see her completely. He smirked before dropping out of her window and walking back to his house so he wouldn't be grumpy tomorrow either. He wanted to be happy and awake for when he first hung out with Violet. Ah, Violet. He loves the name.

Well, my 6th Fanfic on AHS! I think this one will be the best or equal to the best I've written. So I hope you guys like it! Love ya'll and reviews!