My first American Horror Story, i own nothing ! Enjoy Review please!
Death's Kiss.
Chad had been feeling lonely, despite sharing the house with over twenty other ghosts. He and Patrick hadn't spoken for weeks, he spent most of his days staring from the window and drifting room to room.
One afternoon as the late evening sun was setting in the sky Chad had decided to slouch on the sofa and listen to Vivian playing her cello from the next room.
"Gaylord!" yelled Tate, appearing on the armchair opposite Chad on the sofa. "Oh great it's the psycho" mocked Chad while taking another sip of wine. "You know some people take homophobia to heart, lucky mine has stopped" continued Chad in his usual sarcastic tone. "Sorry" sighed Tate rather out of character. "I'm sorry, what?" Chad gasped as he sat forward on the sofa.
In a blink of an eye Tate was sitting next to Chad on the sofa. "I'm sorry, I only call you that 'cos" Tate started nervously. "Because why?" Chad responded. There was no answer. "Come on psycho spit it out" teased Chad. "Because I'm gay too, and I hate it." Chad became speechless for several moments. "You are joking?" Chad asked placing his wine on the small table in front of them. "Violet doesn't want me anymore, and that's fine because I want you" Tate blurted out. "Good joke" Tate looked longingly into Chads eyes, "your serious aren't you?" Tate reached out for Chads hand. "Tate, don't, Patrick"
"You haven't spoken in weeks, get one over on him, Please, I need this" Tate whispered, and how could Chad resist? Tate was young and good looking and there was something about his dark personality that lured Chad closer, despite the fact Tate was the one who murdered him Chad couldn't resist. Tilting their heads closer together their lips touched, it was cold and no warmth could be felt yet for the first time in years they had never felt so alive.