Hello!
Since The O.C and American Horror Story are both my favorite TV Shows, I had this crazy idea - why won't I mix them together? So, in this story, the Harmon Family moves in the murder house like they actually do in the series. Constance is an alcoholic, Tate is a criminal but not dead and has not done any of the things he did in the actual TV Show. And then there is Addie, of course living with them. There are no ghosts in the murder house.
Anyway, if you liked it, I would appreciate if you'd left some reviews. :)


Violet was leaning her head against the cold glass window of their car. Her mom and dad were sitting on the front seats, while she had to sit on the back with her mom's dog. Stupid, barking, little thingy. They had lived in Boston for Violet's entire life, until her dad decided to fuck one of her patient's brains out. Her mom literally cut him in the arm, she walked in to the room when they were having sex. How gross is that?

Violet wasn't happy with moving to Los Angeles. It was always fucking hot and sunny in there, she liked it when the seasons changed. Now she had to go to a big school full of fake bitches, wearing designer clothes and Louis Vuitton bags. She was starting to get really pissed off, and thought she could use a tobacco.

"I need to use the bathroom", Violet said.

"We're almost there, Violet", her dad, Ben, mumbled. Violet sighed, and lifted her sunglasses up her nose, since they were starting to fall down slowly.

Her dad was right though, it took only about fifteen minutes to the car to stop after Violet had closed her eyes. She stepped out of the car, and took her sunglasses away so that she could see the house clearly.

"Great, we're the Adams family now...", she murmured. The house was huge. It had like ten rooms, or more. Violet wondered how much money they would gain if they started to rent some of the rooms, but then pushed the thought right away. Her dad would start to see his patients in the house, and Violet wasn't sure if that would be cool, or not cool. It would be cool to see some of his patients and secretly read their stories, but it wasn't cool to have psychopaths in your house.

Since his dad had been visiting the house earlier the week to let the house seller know they are going to buy the house, the moving car had already brought all of their stuff in there, and they were all waiting in boxes in front of the house.

"Violet! Come on in!", her mom, Vivien, shouted from the front door.

Violet just sighed, and put her sunglasses back on, as she walked inside.

The sun was already setting down, as Violet was standing in front of the fence of their house and leaning against it. She was holding a tobacco between her lips that were painted red, and took a long, deep breath of it. She tilted her head back as she blew the smoke out. This whole moving thing was stressing Violet more than anything ever in her life, because she had to leave all of her friends - not like she had many of them. Violet wasn't a popular girl, she only had two friends. Stacey and Marilyn were their names, and Violet was pretty sure they would stop talking to her now that she had moved. She was kind of always the third wheel, no matter where the fuck she was. Even in her own family, the dog came first. To her mom at least.

She now took a quick breath of the tobacco before dropping it to the ground when she heard the front door opening few meters behind her, but it was just her dad quickly throwing something out and then getting back in. He didn't even see Violet.

"Fuck...", she cursed out when she realized she had dropped her smoke for no reason.

"Do you need a new one?", she heard a voice coming from her right side. Violet turned her head to the voice's sound, and almost went speechless. She saw a tall, slender guy with blonde curly hair, who was wearing a dark blue hoodie, pair of ripped skinny jeans and black Converse. His eyes were dark, and he was holding a tobacco box in his other hand.

"I... Um... I... Yes, thank you", Violet stuttered, and the boy smiled. He had dimples, and Violet could feel her heart melt. She loved dimples, especially on cute boys. This guy handed one of the tobaccos in her hand, and Violet placed it between her lips. The boy held a lighter under it for few seconds, while Violet was trying to catch the fire with the other head of her smoke. When it finally catched it, this guy let the lighter drop in to his pocket, after lighting his own tobacco. Violet blew the smoke out of her mouth, and took a step away from this mysterious guy.

"Who are you?", she asked, and twisted her free hand around her small frame.

This guy was looking down at the ground before Violet opened her mouth, and now that she was done speaking, he lifted his eyes, but didn't move his head.

"Whoever you want me to be", he answered huskily with the tobacco between his lips.

Violet opened her mouth to say something, but she seemed to have ran out of words. She just shook her head, breathed the tar into her lungs, and let out a laugh.

"Are you flirting with me?", Violet finally asked, and that guy snorted. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He was leaning his back against the fence of the house next to Violet's. His other sole was resting against the fense, and he was taking deep and slow breaths of his tobacco. Violet couldn't understand how someone could possibly be that attractive. To be honest, he actually reminded her about Kurt Cobain.

"Do you want me to?", he suddenly opened his eyes, and was now staring straight into Violet's. She felt how her tummy was filled with butterflies, and she started to feel sick. Not because of this guy, but because of the feeling in her tummy. However, she didn't show her urge to puke. She just smiled, and took one last slow breath of her smoke.

"Thanks for the tobacco", Violet said. She was just turning around, when the boy made her stop right in there with just a simple "Hey".

"What's your name?", this guy asked, and Violet cleared her throat before speaking out loud.

"Violet."

"That's a beautiful name", he said, and Violet blushed. This guy probably saw it, because he smiled.

"Okay, you definitely are flirting with me", she said, and he smirked to her.

"I'm Tate."

Tate was holding his hand in front of Violet, and Violet shook it quickly.

"Okay. Well, Tate - I'm going back to my house now", she said, and Tate nodded. Violet smiled at him quickly before turning around and opening the gate. She walked with a smile on her face all the way to the frontdoor, and when she opened it and then closed it behind her, a good scent was born to her nostrils. She was following it, and found herself standing in the kitchen. Her mom was making pancakes.

Los Angeles couldn't be that bad after all.

Right?