This is my first story for American Horror Story. Very regrettably, I do not own the character of Tate (much less any other AHS characters). This is based on his general character/story. I am just going to pretty much use the character itself instead of following the story exactly.
Chapter Seven: Visitor
I laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling and counting the cracks in the plaster. I had to process everything that Tate had told me. I never really thought about ghosts or the paranormal before I met him. I had always thought of myself as a skeptic in that kind of stuff, but now I was giving it a second thought.
I believed that what Tate said was true. There was something about the way he described everything and the emotion behind the stories. It seemed like he really knew these people. He had even showed me more pictures of the previous owners.
I hadn't even wanted to come home. I wanted to stay with Tate, but it had gotten late a lot faster than we had expected. It wouldn't have been a good idea for me to be there when his mother got home, so I made a quick exit. Now though, I was finding it difficult to keep myself from climbing out my window and making my way across the dark streets to his house.
My mind was racing too fast for me to even begin to fall asleep. At this rate, I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to wake up for school in the morning. My thoughts began to drift towards daydreams of Tate and our new, more pronounced closeness. I really thought I was getting somewhere with him; he seemed to be opening up more. I never let myself get this close to someone, so it was all new to me.
A tap quietly sounded through the silence of my dark room. I went rigid for a second, completely startled out of my thoughts. I wasn't used to having visitors. It had been a long time since I had even had a friend come over through the front door, let alone anyone come to see me in the middle of the night.
My brain sped up and realized what was happening. I bolted out of bed and went right over to the window. I didn't give a shit about fixing my hair or the fact that my pajamas consisted of old shorts and a holey t-shirt.
Tate stood outside my first-floor window. It had been lightly raining, so his hair was dripping and stuck to his forehead. I quickly opened the window, trying to minimize the squeak of the old window frame.
I leaned my head out and whispered, "What are you doing here?"
"I needed to talk to you," he replied.
"If you want to come in, you have to be quiet. My jackass father is downstairs passed out with a couple of beers. If he wakes up…" I trailed off.
Tate shook his head, "That's okay. I can't stay long anyway. Addie always somehow knows when I leave the house and if I don't come back quick enough, she'll get me in trouble. I don't feel like dealing with my mother today."
"I told you, I could take her in a fight for you," I joked.
He let a little chuckle and looked me in the eyes. The eye contact sent a jolt down my spine and all my thoughts went right out of my mind. Everything in that moment, my shitty family and the stress of a new school, all stopped mattering. Everything was okay right in that moment.
I shook myself to snap myself out of it, "So what did you want? You didn't walk all the way over here to stare at me in the rain. This isn't a lame-ass eighties movie."
"You wish you were Molly Ringwald," he teased back.
I made a move like I was going to shut the window. He put his hand under it to stop it, laughing quietly.
"I wish I didn't have to leave," he told me.
I nodded, "I do too."
He leaned through the window, sticking his head into my room. I leaned in to close the distance, looking into his brown eyes. I could smell the rain on his hair. He closed the distance between us, touching his lips softly to mine. The warmth tickled my skin.
It only last a few seconds before he pulled away, looking flustered. Both of us were breathing hard.
"That's not what I came here for. I shouldn't have done that," he stammered, running his hand through his hair.
"Shut up," I said, annoyed, "I liked it and you're not allowed to ruin it."
He took a deep breath and looked up at me through his long eyelashes, "Fair enough. Well…uhh…I did actually come here to tell you something. Nora said she would talk to you. In person."
Those words brought me right out of my cliché girl stupor, "What?"
"Yeah, she wants to talk to you," he repeated, "Is that too weird?"
"No, not at all. That kicks ass. When?" I asked.
"Tomorrow after school. She said it has to be in the basement though. I'm not sure why though. She wouldn't tell me," he replied, shrugging.
"I'll be there. I'll meet you after school again," I told him.
"Awesome," he smiled.
I thought he was going to turn around again, but instead he leaned back in and gave me another quick kiss. Before I knew what had even happened, he was gone. I slowly shut the window and went back to my bed, my head spinning.
I definitely was not going to be getting any sleep tonight.
Please let me know what you think. Reviews are always very much appreciated (and usually get me excited to write more chapters)! I promise I'll try to get the next one out soon. I know I've been terrible at writing, but I think I've got it back now. I'll do my best; just be patient!
