He looked at her through the shadows. She was on her bed listening to music through her headphones and knowing her, it was probably Nirvana. All of his thoughts were surrounded by darkness only found within his soul. He lurked only a few meters away from her. She could not see him for he did not want to be seen, yet. He loved the way her hair fell down her back, straight and soft and how it enclosed her face in a waterfall of brown locks. Her head bobbed up and down in a continuous motion to the beat of her music. He smiled. It was such a natural thing to do. Her back moved up and down as her breaths went in and out. For once, she actually looked happy. Her lips were slightly parted, moist, and her hands turned the pages of her magazine with a delicate precision. She was completely rapt in her music and the words on the pages. She did not hear her mother calling her name. She didn't even hear the knock on her door and when her mother walked in and tapped on her shoulder there was fright evident in her beautiful, worn, brown eyes.

"Mom, god, what do you want?"

"Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Apart from the fact that you scared the shit out of me, yes, I am fine."

"Is the house okay? Do you like it?"

"Yeah Mom, it's great." Her mother gave a tired smile and started exiting the room.

"Violet?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you honey."

"Love you too Mom." She rolled her eyes and turned on her back flipping another page of her magazine.

She still hadn't unpacked all of her boxes from moving in a week before and he wanted to help unpack them, to see what she had and what defined her. He had already taken an interest in her. She liked good music, she was mysterious and she did not take shit from anyone – his dream girl. He just wanted to be with her without being invisible. Today she was finally getting around to unpacking her boxes. She was unpacking her clothes. She smiled when she pulled out a small sweater. It looked as though it was from her childhood. She put it on and it tugged at her chest and showed her navel. He stood in shock at how beautifully sexy she was. He should not be thinking about her that way. He would never be able to do anything with her. His face dropped at this realization and he let down his guard. He heard a sudden gasp and quickly looked up to see what had made Violet react this way. He quickly realized that it was him – he had become visible. She stood in shock but this gorgeous, blonde curly haired boy standing in front of her also intrigued her greatly. She smiled at him. He smiled too; finally seeing her smile had definitely been the highlight of his life. She was so stunning when she smiled. The way her eyes scrunched together at their corners and how a dimple appeared in her left cheek.

"Who are you?" She inquired taking a step backward.

"Um, hi. I'm Tate." He replied with a half smile.

"Well, Tate, what are you doing in my room?"

"I was just on my way out. Sorry to bother you." He hung his head awkwardly and made for the door.

"No. Wait! Stay, please." She seemed embarrassed to have asked such a question. She blushed ever so slightly. He turned around and closed his eyes sighing at the fact that he would be able to spend some time with Violet.

"Sure." He said. He showed almost every tooth in his mouth when he smiled although it was a pained, worn, tired smile. It was only ever sincere in the company of Violet, but she didn't know that yet. He also had dimples and his eyes sparkled. His hair brushed the tops of his brows and was relatively curly and blonde. He was tall and sort of skinny but extremely toned and very attractive.

"Tell me the real reason why you're here Tate. You're obviously not supposed to be here." She asked him sitting cross-legged on her bed. She was scared but fascinated by the mysteriousness of Tate.

"If I did I'd have to kill you Violet." He stated, shrugging his shoulders.

"How do you know my name?"

"Observation."

"Come on! I don't scare easy." She pushed.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me, you'd call the cops and then you'd be sent to a mental institution. Doesn't sound fun does it?"

"What if I promise not to? Come on Tate, tell me." When she said his name shivers pulsed down his spine. He was trying very hard to be good when all he wanted was to be bad, right there, with Violet.

"Do you pinky swear?" He reached his hand out pointing his littlest finger towards Violet. She took it with hers and smiled, blushing. "I turn myself invisible so that I can watch you. I saw you moving in and thought you were...well, beautiful." She stared at him in shock for a minute or two and then started laughing throwing her head back.

"You're crazy! If you can "go invisible", show me!" She said sarcastically though Tate could see that she believed him however much she didn't want to. Suddenly Tate disappeared and Violet went silent scanning her bedroom for any sign of Tate. He saw the look of realization on her face from her windowsill. He grinned. "Oh my god. That is so cool!" He reappeared and she applauded him with a few succinct claps. "How long have you known you could do that?"

"Ever since I can remember I guess." He sighed and looked out the window and saw the birds flying between the branches in the trees. "Do you ever wonder if there is somewhere we go after we die?"

"I believe that we're dead even when we're living." She looked at him with an intense yearning. She felt as though he understood her even if they had only known each other for a few minutes. She didn't realize but she had splayed her arms out on her legs. It was in that moment that Tate noticed the scars that edged up her forearm. His face turned from a calm thinker to overly concerned.

"Vi, what are those?" He asked quickly maneuvering himself to the bed and sitting down next to her. She quickly covered the scars up and stood up away from Tate blushing from the fact that he had called her Vi.

"I think it's time that you go now." She stated opening her bedroom door.

"I'll see you around." He disappeared before going through the threshold and Violet felt a sense of longing to be with him again.