Laying on her newly made bed, she had left her soiled sheets from the night before on the floor, figuring waiting for Tate to come back before venturing downstairs was in her best interest. He had gone home to shower and change, or so he said, about an hour and Violet was growing increasingly bored.

Turning on her side, Violet curled up as her headphones sang to her, bringing a smile as her mind drifted. Killing time with day dreams, mainly Tate centered, seemed to be a growing epidemic. They made her happy, never the less, so why stop now? Closing her eyes, she drifted farther, her guilty pleasure flowed through her ears, tainting her mind upon arrival. Grabbing her blanket to pull up and over her, she hugged it against her as she listened to the music. Was she honestly comparing her relationship with Tate to a fucking Taylor Swift song? Who ate her soul and left her in this sham? Laughing at herself, she hummed along as the words spoke word for word how she was feeling. Great, relating to a Swift song was worse than comparing your life to it!

I was a flight risk, with a fear of falling, wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts.

Smiling against her pillow, Violet was doing her very best not to get giddy, hell she didn't think giddy was even in her vocabulary. The fact that the majority of the relationships she knew were failures, but hers and Tate's had genuine potential made her giddy, it couldn't be helped. When he held her she literally felt like she was going to be happy until the day she died. Each kiss made her heart skip a beat, and despite staring at him on a daily basis, his features still made her swoon. Low and behold, Violet Harmon was indeed a girl. It was sickening, yes, but it was actually kind of nice to know that while she was a freak, she still had some human qualities that were not so bad.

Do you remember we were sitting there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter...

Smiling stupidly into her pillow as her walk down memory lane was hitting even harder, Violet sighed quietly as she remembered exactly how it felt making out with Tate on the beach for the first time. How safe she had felt in his arms when he hugged her and assured her he was there for her. He would help her stay safe. She honestly believed him. Not out of nativity, but because every time she had been placed in a bad situation he had always come to her rescue. She didn't need rescuing, she was a tough girl fully capable of dealing with her own shit. She didn't want to be rescued, but the fact that he was there and willing was exactly what she needed. The ace in the hole.

You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

Sitting up, Violet was half a breath away from tattooing the kid's name on her ass and.. voila. Lurking in the doorway like the creep he was, Violet smiled at her boyfriend and waved for him to come back to bed. Spending the night together had proven to be just as wonderful as she thought it would be. Cuddling until she fell asleep in his arms was probably the best feeling in the world. She felt safe and loved, truly and deeply, with the assurance of it's longevity painfully obvious. She could spend the rest of her life with Tate and it would be perfectly fine. Tate's expression wasn't nearly as enthused, it spoke more of confusion and amusement as she stared at him. Was she mooning over him? Literally? That was the only face he could associate with the word.

Reaching down to press the back of his hand to her forehead, Tate just laughed as he sat down next to her. Kicking his shoes off before bringing his feet up to the now clean sheets, his eyes did their best to read the young girl's expression. He had never seen her this way and while it was funny as hell, it was moderately unnerving. Leaning in to kiss her cheek, he let himself get comfortable in her bed, laying on his back while still staring in amazement at Violet's peculiar behavior. Staying in bed all day trying to see what drugs she was on seemed like a perfect option.

"Are you okay.." Tate grinned as she nodded before laying back down and curling up against him. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder to hold her securely, he lifted his head enough to kiss the top of hers.

You learn my secrets and figure out why I'm guarded, you say we'll never make my parents mistakes.

"I'm better than okay." Turning to rest her chin on Tate's chest, Violet was mooning! She was like some disgusting love struck.. well, teenager. This was more than teenage lust, or puppy love, though. This was real. Wasn't it? If it wasn't, it was one hell of a front.

"Violet, you're kind of scaring me. Are you on something?" Laughing as his free hand raised to brush her hair away from her face, Tate raised his eyebrows at her head shaking despite her happy grin never leaving her beautiful face. "Well then what is it? You're looking at me like I'm the last piece of pie on Earth."

"You might as well be." Her voice was finally shaken slightly. She knew she was acting ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. This was the happiest time of her life, and she felt like showing it for once. Having an emotion, a positive one, and expressing it in a healthy way, wasn't that what normal people were supposed to do? Sighing heavily as she realized her own words wouldn't get the point across, she sat up carefully not wanting to disturb Tate's place on the bed and took the fallen head phones and put them in his ears. Restarting the song, she stared carefully at his expressions as she made him listen to the song. It was cheesy and cliche, poppy and fairly unoriginal.. but it truly spoke volumes.

You said I'll never leave you alone.

Minutes passed, the song was over, and the silence was literally cutting Violet's heart like a knife. Was she delusional? Had she taken his interest in her for more than it was? He said he loved her. Was she scaring him? She swallowed hard as he finally reached up to pull the buds out of his ears. Laying them next to his head, his hands moved up to her cheeks, finally she could smile again. Leaning down over his face, their noses bare centimeters from the other, her heart was pounding as she stared into his dark, loving gaze. Accepting his gentle kiss, her heart sank. Wait..

Braced myself for the good-bye, cause that's all I've ever known

Her eyes stung slightly with the build up of salty tears. Shutting them before he could see, Tate moved his hands from her face to her waist, pulling Violet against him as best as he could without forcing her to lay down. Kissing the top of her head as she rested her cheek against his chest, he felt his own shell of a heart rise as he reflected over the song she had just played for him.

"I'll never leave you alone, Violet."