Tate once again sat alone at what people referred to as his table. Violet felt bad that they treated him like a disease, but she too felt he was a little weird. Her friends and her would whisper about him, trying to figure him out.

"I wonder if it's a medical thing."

"Maybe he's just socially awkward.

"I bet he's just a weirdo, nothing more."

"Let's not talk about this." Violet said.

"What, Vi, you feeling bad for him again?" Lizzy mocked.

"No, we have this conversation every day. It's boring." Violet shrugged.

"Well, then make this lunch time fun." Maggie suggested.

Violet smirked, "Dare."

All the girls look at each other, making evil faces, and Violet was suddenly afraid.

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Tate sat out on the front steps of the school. He was picking at his sweater's sleeve, pulling strands of fabric out and dropping them to the ground. Violet took a deep breath and walked to sit across from him. He didn't look up or even seem to notice her. She stared at him and gave fake coughs, but he didn't pay any attention to her.

"Tate?" she finally spoke.

Tate looked up, his eyes full of intensity, and just looked deep into her eye balls. Violet was a bit thrown off by the focus he gave her and squirmed a bit.

"Um, how you?" she asked.

"I'm alright." He shrugged.

"Why aren't you going home?"

"I don't like home much right now."

"Well, what are you doing tonight?"

Tate looked down, "Nothing."

"Well, would you want to go out?"

Tate's head slowly rose, frowning, "Is this a prank?"

"No, I want to go out with you?"

"Why?" Tate crossed his arms.

"I want to get to know you. We don't even have to call it a date. We can just hang out."

Tate frowned at her, "It's a date and I get to pick the location and time."

"Okay." Violet nodded.

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It was two days since then and Tate still hadn't come to get her or eve talk about their date. Violet was starting to get annoyed by the delay. But that night she heard a rapping on her window. She went over and saw Tate standing below. He motioned for her to come down to him. Violet raced through the house and hurried into the front yard.

"Finally. I was beginning to think you were just going to forget about our date?" Violet sighed.

"Only beginning? Well I better wait a few more days or maybe weeks." Tate joked.

Violet laughed and was very much taken aback by his playful and confident tone. She had never seen Tate so happy and outgoing.

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Tate had led her the beach and they had sat by a fire he made. They were just sitting and talking, like nothing else mattered in the world. Tate had a pretty crappy home life, but he still had high hopes for the future. he knew people thought he was weird, but he just couldn't find people to understand him. Violet knew what that was like and took his hand.

"I'm sorry I made fun of you. You're actually a cool guy, and I like our date." Violet smiled.

"Really?" Tate beamed, "You're having fun?"

"Of course. You're a funny and interesting guy, even if you're weird." Violet teased.

"My weirdness if what makes me fun and interesting."

"Yeah, it's perfect."

"You're perfect."

Violet laughed, "You don't even know me."

"Well, let's change that. It's get late now, but how about tomorrow I come over and we chat some more?" he suggested.

Violet gazed at him with a big smile across her face. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the forehead, cheek, and finally lips. Tate sat there with a shocked expression. He never thought he'd be kissed in high school. He had the feeling he would be a virgin his whole life, but now he had a different outlook on himself.

"I would love to hang out with my boyfriend." Violet winked.

Not the longest or best, but I was reflecting on my relationship and thought this would be a cute, little one-shot about doing something you didn't think you'd like.