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7th May, 9:00 am, 1994

Tate was trying his best to concentrate on Cristina, but his eyes kept subconsciously gliding over to Amy who was wearing a tight denim skirt.

God, she knew how to tease a man.

She knew he was watching her and she loved every second of it. She and Twitchy were watching the TV together.

She had her leg slightly raised and placed on the small coffee table in front of them and Tate was trying so hard to peek up her skirt.

'Stop it!' he scolded himself and quickly looked away. He shouldn't be doing this; Cristina was the one he was with not her. This was wrong.

"Tate? What's wrong sweetie?" Cristina asked. Tate turned back to look at her smiling

"Nothing…nothing at all I was just watching the TV."

Cristina grinned "I love you Tate. I really mean that."

Tate's smile instantly disappeared and he sat back in his seat.

"It's a bit early to say that…don't you think?"

She suddenly changed; from the sweet kind Cristina to the evil one.

"What? Don't you feel the same about me? Am I not good enough?" She snapped.

Amy looked over at them, crossing her arms over her chest as she did.

Tate gulped "Shhh…keep your voice down Cris'. I'm not saying that I'm just saying it's a bit early to be saying I love you."

She got up like a toddler in a tantrum and stormed out of the room.

Tate sighed and rubbed his face stressfully.

"I'll be a minute." Amy said to Twitchy before getting up and walking over to Tate.

Tate looked up at her and sighed deeply "Oh what do you want?"

Amy smirked "Why so stressful? Oh yeah; Cristina's why."

Tate tried his best to keep his eyes on her face but he couldn't. They slowly drifted down her body; stopping at her milky legs.

She smirked as she watched him stare "Like what you see?"

All the thoughts that had been running through Tate's mind right then suddenly shattered and he immediately looked back up at her

"What are you talking about?" He asked, feeling stupid that she'd caught him. She began to sit down on the seat Cristina had sat on her eyes never leaving his.

"Don't play dumb Tate. I saw you looking – undressing me with your eyes."

Tate tutted "In your dreams."

She smirked and leaned forward until she got to his ear. She felt him clench as she placed her hand on his wrist

"Don't worry; I constantly do the same."

They stayed like that for a couple of seconds, Tate biting his lip so hard he was sure he could taste blood.

"What the hell are you two doin'? Bitch get back over here; Grease is on!"

She almost jumped right away from him "Yes!" without another word said to him she skipped back over to the couch and sat beside Twitchy. Tate let his breathing return to normal.

"Fuck…" he muttered to himself. He couldn't just let her do this to him it was going to drive him insane. A couple of minutes passed when he felt the urge to glance at her again.

He did and oh dear lord it was a bad idea.

She was staring right at him, sucking her index finger seductively.

He turned back around straight away, feeling himself becoming erect.

'WHY is she doing this to me? Jesus Christ!' he thought to himself. He got up trying not to look over at her again.

Time to go apologize to Cristina.

"Bitch I just want to ask you a very serious question. Are you dressing like that for Langdon?"

Amy smiled and nodded "Yeah. Look, I'm just teasing him! I mean there's no harm in that."

Twitchy laughed "I guess so…but bitch; I just don't want you to get hurt. Emotionally or physically."

Amy laughed and punched his arm playfully "Relax dude. That's not going to happen."

Twitchy smiled "Well, just in case it does, just know I will punch the FUCK outta both of them."

"So we cool again?" Tate asked with a smile after a long conversation. Cristina smiled

"Yeah…we're cool Tay."

She leaned in and kissed his lips passionately. He pushed her back

"I um…we should go I heard we're going out in the garden today."

Cristina frowned "Wouldn't you rather just stay in here with me," her hand ran up his leg until she reached his crouch "I could make you feel SO good."

Tate got up quickly "Let's just go in the garden yeah?"

Cristina got up feeling confused as she followed him back into the games room.

"Alright then you guys, time to go out into the garden!" Jenifer said trying to lighten everything up. Everyone remained in their positions.

"Uh are you guys deaf? Time to get some fresh air!" Jenifer yelled with a grin.

"Just leave it you fucking care bear; no one wants to go out into the shitty garden." Julie snapped, growing annoyed at the sound of Jenifer's voice.

She turned away, heading back into the nurses office to get Miller.

Amy glanced over her shoulder at Tate and smiled genuinely at him. He saw her and half smiled back.

"Wanna watch some TV with us? Both of you?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure." Tate replied before Cristina could even say anything. He led Cristina over to the chairs in front of the other two on the other side of the coffee table.

Things were going alright; no one was talking just watching the TV until Amy spoke

"So, Tate, how's the sex going?" She asked with a grin. Tate almost choked on his saliva

"It's not." He replied sharply.

Cristina was glaring at her now "Keep your big nose out of things."

Amy frowned "Jee, sorry I was just asking."

Cristina rolled her eyes "Well don't!"

"Bitch will you shut yo' ass up? I am TRYING to watch this!" Twitchy suddenly snapped.

They all went quiet and watched the TV together.

Cristina snuggled her face into Tate's shoulder, earning a look from Amy. Tate just smiled uncomfortably

"Cris'…the nurses are watching us."

That made her spring up. Her eyes scanned the room and she frowned when she saw no nurses at all

"Tate, there's no one here apart from the patients."

Tate laughed awkwardly and rubbed his head "I uhm…I have a headache; I'm gonna go read a book."

Amy watched him as he got up "Bye."

He turned to her slightly "Yeah…bye."

Cristina jumped up straight after him "Come on, I'll read it to you!"

Tate laughed but shook his head "I…I wanna be alone for a couple of minutes. If that's okay with you?"

"Why are you asking her that? It's your privacy you decide when you have it not her." Amy said keeping her eyes glued to the TV screen.

He just smiled again at Cristina and walked over to the books which were situated next to the window. Julie was sitting on one of the seats as usual, her feet up on the arm of the other seat reading some kind of book about witches. Tate tried his best not to disturb her as he walked over.

Julie peered over her book "What the fuck? No, go away. This is MY corner where I can finally have MY peace. Get the fuck away."

Tate gulped "Hey look I don't want any trouble…I just wanna read a book." He laughed "I promise I won't disturb you."

Julie hissed at him "What the fuck ever." She got up moodily and stomped away over to seat in the other corner near where Matt and Billy were.

Tate smiled to himself as he took out a random book and took Julie's seat. His eyes widened when he realized exactly which book he'd picked up:

'The birds and bees'

He pushed it off his lap almost instantly, trying his best not to look embarrassed. Maybe reading a book wasn't such a good idea.

He got up again and made his way over to Cristina, trying to distract himself. He twirled a lock of her blonde hair around his index finger making her smile.

"I love it when you do that."

Tate forced Amy's face out of his mind and tried his best to focus on Cristina. He needed to stick with her, just until he could get out here…

"And I love you."

8th May, 12:00, 1994

Today, the nurses and doctors had set the patients down with paints and pencils to do some art again. Just like every week.

One nurse was still sat in the room watching them boredly. She was literally falling asleep she was THAT bored.

Amy was sat by herself today since Twitchy decided he didn't want to do anything. She swiftly smoothed her paint brush covered with blue paint over her piece of paper. She didn't know what exactly she was painting; it was turning out to be a bunch of colours merging together. A colourful mess; something that she'd been called before when she lived in her old hometown.

The songs on the radio weren't really inspiring her to do anything like they usual did. Probably because her mind wouldn't stop thinking about Tate and wouldn't let her think of anything else.

She hummed along with the song as she continued to paint.

She stopped for a few minutes, looking over at Cristina and Tate. Cristina seemed happy but Tate's smile looked as fake as his love for her.

Cristina got up telling Tate something before heading for the bathroom, her hands covered in purple paint. This was Amy's chance to speak to him without being snapped at.

She slid out of her seat, pulling the sleeves of her pink ladies jacket down as she did and made her way over to the seat beside him.

He looked up at her and she was sure she saw a look of happiness ignite in his beautiful dark eyes as he did which made her smile. She slipped onto Cristina's chair, bringing her legs up and crossing them on the seat.

Tate tried to stare down at Cristina's painting, which was a flower and a very good one at that.

Amy smiled "She's good."

Tate turned his head to her, looking at her with a dramatic look "Oh, Amy said something good about Cristina! Someone check her temperature."

Amy laughed slightly, pushing a loose strand of her behind her ear "It's not impossible for me to be nice about her."

"So what do you want?" Tate finally asked.

Amy suddenly went quiet "Do you like flowers?" She asked randomly.

"They're okay….I guess."

Amy grinned "Then, watch this!" She grabbed a spare piece of paper that was on the desk and began to fold it into a paper flower. Tate watched with a slight smile as she did this.

When she concentrated she looked cute in a funny way. The way she narrowed her eyes and bit her tongue.

"There," she said holding up the final piece "I think I perfected it!"

Tate laughed slightly "That's really clever."

Amy hesitated, looking down at the flower then back up at Tate. Suddenly, she brought her hand forward and slipped the flower into Tate's blonde hair.

Tate didn't know why but he just let her do this.

"Aw, you look pretty like that." She giggled when she saw what he looked like.

He laughed slightly "You think? You think I should wear flowers more often?" He asked in a mocking girl voice. Amy laughed at him

"Oh yeah! I have a nice dress you could borrow; it'll flatter your curves!"

Tate smirked "Great, I bet it won't make my ass look big either."

Amy dipped her thumb into the purple paint "You might suit this too!" she streaked it onto his nose making him gasp. Amy laughed so much she was near tears

"Oh that is it!" He said with a smirk, dipping four fingers into the paint and brushing it down her face.

Amy just laughed loudly as did he; but then of course their fun was spoiled.

"He doesn't want to wear that!" Cristina's voice spat as she smacked the paper flower full force out of Tate's hair, hitting his nose roughly in the process. Amy almost jumped forward

"Are you okay?" She asked, sounding very concerned "Cristina! What did you do that for?"
Tate rubbed his nose "I'm fine Amy… you should probably go back to your painting…"

Amy shook her head at Cristina as she got up and walked back over to her own table.

Cristina plopped onto her seat, licking her finger and wiping the paint off Tate's nose "I'm sorry for hitting you…I didn't mean to. I can kiss it better if you want." She smiled but Tate didn't return the look. He and Amy had been having so much fun until she came back and spoiled it.

That was the type of relationship he wanted. A one where he could be romantic but also be quite childish and silly with his girlfriend.

"I'm fine Cris'; really." He replied dully, glancing at Amy who looked exactly the same as him – miserable.

10th May, 12:30 pm, 1994

Tate had just finished his lunch and was leaning against the window in the games room, wondering what the hell he was going to do now.

There wasn't a lot he could do apart from the boring usual; wait for Cristina and play cards with her or be continually flirted with.

He closed his eyes trying to think about what it would be like to just get out of there right then.

The cafeteria doors swung open but he thought nothing of it; infact he thought it was a nurse coming to check on him.

So, as you can imagine he got the shock of his life when he felt his hand being yanked away from his side by a soft one and being placed on the other persons behind. His eyes sprung open

"What the he-"

Amy stared into his eyes seductively "I'm not letting go until you squeeze."

Tate stopped himself from blushing and laughed, trying to wriggle his hand out of her grip. It just seemed to turn her on more because she tightened her grip on his hand

"Do it and I'll let go. Go ahead Tate, nobodies here to see…" she whispered to him.

Tate gulped against his dry throat "I…I have a girlfriend, Amy. You need to understand that."

Amy pouted "Tate just do it. Cristina isn't going to find out."

Her lips were so close to his he could feel her hot breath on his wet lips. It was making his breathing fuck up and go shaky. He couldn't take it anymore; he obeyed her and squeezed her ass roughly making her yelp with excitement.

She laughed afterwards "That wasn't so bad was it?"

She pulled away just in time. He could feel himself becoming hard.

"Tate what's wrong?" She asked confused when she saw the look on his face. He pushed her out of his way as he ran out of the room, heading toward his room.

Once he got there he slammed the door shut, pulling his pants down almost immediately. He needed to do this…he just couldn't take it anymore.

If he couldn't actually be inside of her he would at least pretend…

He kept muttering her name over and over again as he pumped his dick faster and faster.

When he came he came all over his hand.

"What am I doing?" He asked himself feeling disgusted. He zipped his pants back up and went to go clean himself up.

Why was she making him feel like this? It was making him crazy.

11th May, 15:00 pm, 1994

"Alright boys, your turn to shower." Jenifer called out as she walked in with cleans towels and soap. The girls had all just showered and were now all getting dressed.

Tate watched as the other boys collected a towel each and a soap bar. Jenifer raised her eyebrow when she saw Tate still sitting

"Well what are you waiting for? I'm not going to shower you!"

Tate scoffed "I am NOT showering with a bunch of guys. Not after last week."

Twitchy smiled at him "C'mon Tate; I might stick my finger up yo' ass if you're lucky!" he laughed.

Tate stuck his finger up at him before looking away.

"Fine. But only this week; next week you're going in with everyone else whether you like it or not." Jenifer said as she left the room.

The other boys made their way to the shower where they were watched by the beady eyes of a doctor.

After about twenty minutes the other boys came back out all dressed and went to their rooms. Tate got up and went in by himself, forgetting his towel.

Amy watched as he walked into the shower room as she dried her hair in the doorway of the games room.

She couldn't help but realize he left his towel lying on the table.

Thinking he would still be fully dressed she grabbed the towel, looking around to make sure no one was watching as she entered the steamy shower room.

"hey Tate," she said. She heard him yelp

"What are you doing in here? Get out!"

She realized he was butt naked infront of her

"Oh my god I'm so sorry! I didn't know!"

She closed her eyes tightly "I brought you a towel! I'm not looking I promise!"

She began to walk forward toward him. Tate watched her with wide eyes as she came closer and closer.

Suddenly her hand slipped and, surprise surprise, hit his dick on the way down. Her breath froze when she realized what she'd just done.

She let go of the towel, turning around and sprinting out of the room.

Tate smirked at himself as he stood there dripping with water.

Thank you all for the reviews I love you all so much mwaaaah I think all the teasing is finished now and theres a nice surprise in the next chapter ^^