By the time Violet and Tate left the forest, school was just getting out. There were flocks of kids in every direction, and of practically every age walking, or driving to wherever it was that they were headed to. The sun wasn't at its highest peak anymore compared to how it was earlier, it was sunken down more, and shined into Violet's eyes once she emerged out from the trees. "Ouch!" Violet said, as she squinted her eyes trying to keep them as open as possible. "Luckily for you Miss. Vampire, we're walking in the other direction." Tate said with a smirk on his face.

After the fiasco between Tate and Violet; Tate had apologized and explained to Violet how he had this time bomb that ticked in him, and that it was extremely simple to get under his skin. "We can be arguing about what color the sky is, you say it's blue, I say it's an awful shade of brown. Even though you have your points and facts about why it's blue and how it can't possibly even turn to brown I would still get pissed. Yell until my eyes pop out of their sockets, I hate to admit it, but it's true." Tate let out a chuckle. "It's ridiculous really." Tate said, letting out another chuckle. "Everyone gets like that at least once in their life." Violet said smiling.

She liked Tate, he had proved to Violet that he was different, unique in a very strange way and she liked that about him; Violet had only known him for only a couple hours, but he was interesting and opinionated; an open mind, and spoke whatever the hell he wanted and didn't care if you agreed with him or not. Violet was the same way. "Yeah everyone has their moments, I know, but this is different Violet. I feel like I'm going insane sometimes, I know I'm going to lose it one day, I can feel it in my bones." Tate looked up at the canopy of leaves over their heads. Violet sighed and walked closer to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You know I may not give a shit about my dad right now, but he's a psychiatrist…if you need any help…with anything, I guess you can go to him." Violet said, hoping she wouldn't offend Tate in anyway. She reached inside of her cardigan pocket, and pulled out her pack of cigarettes and took two out of the box. Tate brought his head back to a normal position, and turned it to his right so he could look at Violet, her honey brown hair tucked behind her ears now. "I'll consider it, thanks." Tate said taking the leftover cigarette out of Violet's fingers and pressing it to his lips.

"Lucky for you I'm not a vampire." Violet said and let out a little giggle, it was the first time in months that she laughed and it wasn't forced. "Even though it would be pretty cool. Can you imagine living in this huge Gothic styled castle and just chilled there all day until you had to hunt?" Violet said enthused, she smiled and nodded her head approvingly at the thought. Tate looked at Violet and gave her a full smile, teeth and everything. "That would be pretty badass." Tate nodded his head and smiled again, the warm California wind, blowing through the two teen's hair. "Violet, you're cool. You're not like all the other girls that go to our school, and are from around this part of town. You have these cool ideas, and you care about other things compared to just sucking dick all the time. I mean…it would be pretty cool if you sucked dick…I guess." Tate gave Violet a sly grin, and she stood there in shock, and let out a small huff of air in disbelief.

"I'm not a whore Tate." Violet screamed, teasingly and slapped his shoulder with the back of her hand. The two of them laughed.

"I know, I was just kidding." Tate let out another brilliant smile. His teeth were straight and pearly white.

"You better be…Or I'd go all Tate on you!" Violet said laughing. It was still a real, genuine laugh. Violet was happy, it was weird for her, but it felt so natural at the same time, as if she never had felt miserable in the first place.

"Hey…Good one!" Tate said, and they continued to make fun of each other on the way to the "cursed house."

"You've got to be kidding me." Violet said sternly, as they stood outside of a tall rod-iron black gate, and a beautiful brown bricked mansion behind it. Tate gave Violet a puzzled look. "What? This is my childhood home, we actually live next door now. I told you…my mom's obsessed with this place.

"What!" Violet screamed, she looked at Tate, and then looked at the house next-door to the mansion where he said he lived. "No, no this can't be true." Violet said shaking her head no, and turning around in disgust with her arms crossed over her chest. "What kind of sick joke are you playing?" Violet said in angst shaking her head no again.

"What. Is. Wrong. Violet?" Tate said nearly screaming at her, his teeth were gritted and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger. Trying to calm down, more slowly this time, Tate asked the distressed Violet again. "What's wrong Violet?" Violet took in a deep breath before she spoke. "This is my house!" She said, not meaning to scream, an arm gestured out at the house as if she was going to grab it.

"What?" Tate said almost laughing. "This isn't your house, no one lives here." Tate was looking around for something, what it was Violet didn't know. "OHHHHH." Tate said slowly. "It's gone."

"What's gone?" Violet asked aggravated, the two of them still standing in the street looking at the house.

"Umm…the for sale sign." Tate said again letting out a long awkward whistle. "I guess, I was really unaware of anything this weekend." Tate said, scratching the back of his head in confusion. "When did you guys move in?"

"Saturday." Violet said, she shook her head no again in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me right?" Violet asked, desperate eyes lingering over Tate's face that was struck with confusion and guilt. Tate slowly shook his head. "No, I'm not. I wish I was."

Violet groaned and plopped herself down on the curb. "So you're telling me, that I have ghosts in my house?" Violet asked her forehead resting on her knees now, her eyes closed.

"Hey, you're the one who thinks being a vampire would be cool!" Tate shouted out, luckily it wasn't full of rage, he was protesting in a way.

"Yeah! I didn't say it would be cool to have ghosts running around your house scaring the shit out of you!" Violet said, picking up her head.

"You know what Violet; it was probably just the drugs." Tate said, taking a seat next to Violet on the concrete curb.

"Yeah totally the drugs Tate, maybe you should stop doing them. I mean, I'm not afraid of ghosts or anything, they're cool. I just don't want to be taking a shower, and then whoa all of a sudden here comes one when I'm trying to wrap my towel around me and it says "What's up man." I don't need that."

Tate tried to hold in his laughter, he couldn't it burst out of him without any control.

"What!" Violet asked laughing now as well. "Would you want a ghost looking at your naked body?" Tate shook his head; he was trying to catch his breath, for some reason he thought Violet's comment was hilarious. He placed a hand on her thigh.

Tate shook his head. "As long as their willing to blow me, I don't care. Tate said laughing. Violet gave him a weird look. "Even if it's a dude?" Violet asked. Tate was smiling at her. "I'd have to think about it." Tate said, resting his index finger on the dip of his chin. "Well I think gay porn is hot." Violet said in her most serious voice. Tate stood up. "I'm sure you do." He reached out a hand to help her up.

"Let's go inside, you can meet my screwed up family, and I can meet your screwed up ghost friends." Tate's brown eyes lit up.

"Cool, I like that idea." He said and he followed Violet's lead and the entered her home.