GUYS GUYS GUYSSSSSSS *Bounces on bed and claps*

I have a theory! So, I know that Violet and Tate are ghosts, trapped in Murder House, but what if—WHAT IF—Kyle and Zoe are somehow the resurrection of them? I mean, I know Kyle is kind of...dead, but still. What. If? I'm freaking out here! So, I figured, why not write a fanfiction about it and make it happen! So, here it is. Sorry for the rant, I just needed to share that and do something about it. I really hope you guys enjoy this, I really enjoyed writing the 1st chapter. Oh, and Madison doesn't flip the bus in this story. ~Mermaid12108

The party was alive at the frat house, blue, green, and purple lights dancing over the walls and the bodies of people, most dressed in barely any clothing. Zoe stared after Madison and the other random girl, having no idea to go. She's had a feeling that she'd be ditched for booze, but she came anyway. She tried to movie through the bodies of people, who reeked of piss, alcohol, smoke, perfume, and basically anything you could think of. She looked up and saw someone staring at her. A cute someone, too. For some reason, she felt like she knew him. It seemed odd, but she was a witch and had killed her former boyfriend. Nothing should seem odd to her anymore. But still, his features seemed so familiar. Blonde, curly hair, wide, brown eyes...it all seemed so familiar to her, like the feel of her hair on her shoulders. She looked away from him and walked into all of the people, moving out of the way of a couple who'd decided a room wasn't necessary. The name of the frat house was carved into a huge chunk of ice, or stone, but she has no idea what it was. It was greek, so, well, could you blame her? The ice/stone thing was on a table littered with plastic red cups, filled with various things, but mostly cheep beer. Zoe looked up, and then froze. The same boy from earlier was there, though his features were warped from the clear wall separating them. She ha no idea how long they stood there, but it seemed like forever in a few seconds. He smiled a perfectly white smile at her. She jerked one last glance toward him then adverted her eyes, walking away. She wandered around again, squinting her eyes against the pulsing strobe light. "Thought you looked thirsty." Zoe whipped around. She knew that voice, she just didn't know how. The boy was there again, holding a red plastic cup. Why wouldn't he leave her alone? Oh, what the hell? She accepted the cup from him, smiling. "Is that your superpower?" She asked, speaking for the first time. "You can sense dehydration?"

He pretended to be thoughtful. "One of them."

"Ah. Frat boy, right?"

He nodded.

"I've heard frats are really fascist."

"I don't mind being reduced to a stereotype, but I'm on a scholarship."

"My mom lives down in the 9th ward. Besides, didn't you come here with a movie star?"

Zoe grinned as he chuckled—chuckled was the only good word for it.

She hadn't smiled in a long time.

That's just a preview. If you guys like it, cool tacos, I'll continue it. If not, then that's fine too. This is just a preview to see if it's worth working on. ~Mermaid12108