Because I'm stupid, I had to re-upload. Here it is again. I changed the name to something more popular in the 70's (when they were born)

I mean I thought I was going to have a normal life. I didn't know that I'd meet him. I didn't know I would fall in love. I didn't know that I would die at 17.

I thought I knew everything about him. About the Murder House. He seemed quite normal, he exceeded in academics and didn't really have a problem with anyone. I guess no one really knew him.

Maybe I should start from the beginning.

It started in the winter of '93. We were at a huge party at Tammy Manson's house to celebrate the first snowfall of the year. Muffled sounds of talking and music of some shitty band seeped through the walls. I took a long drag from my cigarette, I didn't want to be here.

"Adrienne!" Scarlet's voice rang out through the still air. I turned around quickly and saw her walking towards me. I sighed.

"Put some clothes on." I muttered as I turned my head away. Her... plentiful chest was bouncing as she put perk in her step. It was snowing and she wore a slim-fitting, tight as sin, plaid top that might as well been a bra. It looked like it belonged to her little sister. It clashed amazingly with her baggy overalls. Her doc-martins crunched the packed snow. I braced myself for the too- close- for- comfort hug.

"Where have you been! I've been looking all over for you, can I snag a hit?" Her slim fingers grasped the fresh cigarette from my hands and took a long, meaningful drag. "Can you believe the turn out?" smoke escaped her red lips. Trashy.

"Yes. I did, that's why I'm out here." I playfully snatched my cancer-stick away from her, throwing it in the snow. Just a quick glance to my left, just a second. A second was all it took for me to notice him. He was beautiful, perfect even. He looked like a total grunge. Clad in a black Nirvana t-shirt, loose so I couldn't get an idea of the build. Disappointing. His dark, baggy jeans had holes in them, he was wearing dirty red converse sneakers Beautiful. Looking ahead of me, I saw Jackson Sweeney jogging towards us. Sweeney was practically my brother, I've known him ever since the first day I moved here. He was a complete jock. His tan skin stuck out in the bleak environment. He was considered one of the hottest guys at Westfield High. Blond hair contrasting with naturally golden skin. He had crystal blue eyes and straight teeth. Should've modeled. I never thought of him in a suggestive way, he wasn't my type. His gray sneakers showed signs of wear and tear as he quickly approached us.

"Adrienne, Scarlet, hey!" He pulled us into a hug, he smelled like pine needles. I allowed my self to be swallowed by his scent, living in it for a quiet moment. Pulling away, saddened I glanced over my shoulder again.

"Jackson, who's that?" I nodded my head to his direction.

"Him? That's Tate Langdon. He's a pretty cool guy, why?"

"Adrienne probably wants him. Don't you, love?" Scarlet cupped my chin so I met her gaze. Being the shortest one suddenly wasn't working for me. I pulled away swiftly.

"I'm not gonna lie, he's a cutie." I responded, "I wouldn't mind talking to him." As soon as I said that, Jackson tightly gripped my arm.

"Then let's go!" Jackson said. While pulling me, he made his way quickly to Tate. I figured it wouldn't help to fight him, I'd look like a complete jackass. "Dude!" he said as he brought me closer to him. "This is my friend Adrienne, she definitely wants you." Jackson let go and he and Scarlet booked, leaving me there, dumbfounded. I managed to finally look up at the God-like being above me, and saw that his thin lips were stretched into a smile.

I had been outside too long. The black, skin-tight jeans I was wearing were soaked, the blue flannel shirt hanging on my body provided protection from the biting cold. The doc-martins I was wearing were spotless, chunky, perfect. I noticed him looking at the jeans I was wearing, tight was out. Welcome to the nineties. "I'm Tate," he stuck his hand out again, but not to shake mine, "and you're Adrienne." His hand swept up to my face and he ran his fingers through my short brown hair. They moved down to wipe away probably a smudge from my dark eyes. My breath quickened. I automatically yearned for more of his touch.

"So... so you know Scarlet?" I managed to choke out. He smirked and his hand reached around to the back of my neck.

"Yeah, she's uh, somethin'." My God his voice was like Heaven speaking directly to me.

"Aren't you cold? I mean it's freezing, I'm wearing more than you and even I'm cold." I kept rambling. I couldn't keep the words from coming out. His hand quickly slid from my neck to my mouth, silencing me.

"You don't have to be nervous." A smile flashed across his otherwise stone-like expression. "Besides," he whispered as he gently took my face in his hands. He was two... maybe three inches away. I choked on my breath. "I'm not a fan of talking, really." the look showed he wanted to say something else. I waited for him to continue, but instead he lightly pressed his mouth against mine. I fell slave to his passion.

Then, as quickly as he did it, he pulled away. Dropping his hands to his sides, he looked at me, waiting. I was completely frozen in a state of complete euphoria.

"Wow." Was all I could come up with. He pulled me close to him and held me, he smelled like rain. I inhaled deeply, devouring the light scent while I could. I could hear his heart beating quietly. Badum, badum, badum. I laughed softly and wrapped my frozen arms around him.

"How badly do you have to want someone for it to be considered near insanity?" I looked up, stunned by what he had said. He surely wasn't talking about me... He pressed his lips to my forehead and looked me in the eyes, having to slouch to meet my gaze. "We barely know each other." he muttered.

"We really don't." My response, quick, frightened.

"I don't even know your last name."

"That's very true."

"So why am so interested in everything about you?"

"What?"

"Everything, I want to know everything."

"First off, Cardell."

"..What?"

"My last name is Cardell." And I guess from that moment on, it was a silent ask and confirmation that we were together.