Tate was already at the gazebo when I got there. He had my book with him.

"Hello Tay," Tate cheerfully. He held up the book. "I got to chapter six already. Someone needs to whip those Dursleys into place."

"Have you ever read Harry Potter?" I asked, finding it hard to believe that someone could be that oblivious.

But Tate shook his head and his dirty blond hair flopped about lazily. "Nope,"

"Have you been living under a rock? I mean, it's one of the most famous series ever."

Tate shrugged. "Must be, because I've never read the books or seen the movies. But I have heard of them; like I know Dumbledore dies."

I laughed. "Yeah, 'cause that's the whole gist of the story, when Dumbledore dies."

There was a pause, but for whatever reason it wasn't awkward. This was surprising to me; Tate was the first boy I've ever comfortable around.

"So Tay," Tate said. "Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything: dreams, fears, like, the whole nine yards."

"Um, I don't know where to start," I said, feeling really stupid. Tate clicked his tongue at me.

"That's no excuse," His almost black eyes were burning into mine. "How about we play twenty questions?"

"Sure, you go then I'll go," I said, feeling apprehensive already. Usually these games wound up with really perverted questions.

"Okey dokey," Tate rolled his eyes up in thoughtfulness. "Birthday?"

"November thirtieth," I replied, taking a seat on the bench across from Tate.

"Your turn," Tate rested his head in his hands.

I thought for a second before coming up with nothing. "Uh, your birthday?"

Tate laughed. "Being uncreative, are we? Ah, January fifteenth. Favorite color; and no stealing my question this time!"

"Purple," I answered. What else could I ask? "Favorite…book?"

"So far," Tate held up Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. "Now what's your favorite book?"

"I thought you said no stealing questions!"

"I said you can't steal my questions. Now answer!"

I thought for a second. "Game of Thrones!" Tate laughed.

"I think I've heard of that one; something about it being medieval porn."

"Well, I skipped the porn parts." I said. Tate smirked. The questions continued until we almost ran out of favorite things to talk about ("Favorite…tree?"). That is until Tate turned a faint shade of scarlet before asking: "How many boyfriends have you had?"

I sputtered and looked at him. "Why do you want to know?"

Tate turned even redder and shrugged. "Curiosity. Now I get two questions, so answer the first one."

Now it was my turn to blush. "In all honesty, no one. I got close to one, but turns out he had a bet with his friends to see if he could get into my pants."

Tate looked pissed. His dark eyes flashed dangerously and he was shaking.

"Tate, calm down," I said quickly. Tate physically deflated after I said his name.

"Sorry, what question were we on?"

"Including that one, we both have two left."

"Okay then," Tate hesitated then said, "You go first."

"Um, okay, how do you know Violet?"

Tate's reaction was startling. His face turned white and his eyes widened so I could see the whites of his eyes. "Who?"

I hesitated. "Um, Violet Harmon. She came up to me the other day telling me that you were dangerous and," I paused, not knowing if I should continue. "And evil,"

Tate looked angry. "And you believe her?"

I spread my arms. "Would I be here if I did?"

Tate stared, still looked angry. But my answer must've pleased him, because he nodded with his jaw tight. "Yeah, I know her. I used to go out with her, but she—" He cut off.

I nodded, not needing him to continue. A twinge of jealousy pricked at my insides. Judging by Tate's reaction, they broke up fairly recently.

"Forget that I asked, Tate," I said nervously. Tate shook his head.

"No don't apologize. You would've found out sooner or later." Tate wiped his face of emotion and leaned forward. "Now time for my last question. Do you believe in ghosts?"

I didn't answer right away. Did he know about what I could do? How would he? No one outside my family knew. So I answered truthfully. "Yes,"

"You know they say your house is haunted?" Tate asked, his voice rising excitedly.

I nodded. "I've heard there are several."

"What would you think if you saw one?" Tate asked slowly.

I looked him full in the face. "I think that would be awesome."