Hi everyone!

Sorry I've been quiet recently. Still recovering from the loss of my beloved David Bowie though :(

This a short one btw but I just need to get back in my groove.

Let's find out what our favourite dead teenage couple are up to.

PS: Remember to let me know what you think!

Tate led the way upstairs as the young couple finally found the courage to go face Constance. Both were nervous but knew they had to face their fears & get it over with. He held Scarlett's hand tightly, his large rough hand sweaty & warm while hers was small soft & shaking. They reached the basement door & opened it.

"Tate" Scarlett whispered, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around & could see the nerves on her beautiful face as their eyes met. "I don't know if I can do this" She admitted, biting her lip. Tate pulled it from her teeth, finding that the simple action was giving him dirty thoughts & the last thing he needed was to face his mother with a raging boner. He shook his head, clearing thoughts of a naked Scarlett from his mind.

"It's okay, babe. I'm nervous too but we have each other & if it gets too much at anytime, we can leave. Okay?" He leaned down & kissed her, hoping this reassured her. "C'mon" He took her hand & headed to the livingroom

Constance was smoking a cigarette, a strong black coffee in the other hand as she waited for the moment that she would finally see her perfect boy again. She smiled as she heard footsteps behind her. Heavy masculine footsteps followed by dainty more feminine behind them.

"Hello honey" She sighed, not needing to turn around to know who it was, she would know her son's footsteps anywhere. The footsteps stopped & the older woman stood up before slowly turning around, her heart almost stopping as she took in the sight before her. It was beautiful, they were beautiful. Tate looked as handsome as she remembered, his blonde hair a little messier & his brown eyes still as expressive as ever. Those eyes she had stared into that Thursday afternoon in March 1977 as she held her precious son for the first time & had fallen in love with. He was dressed in a blue sweater with a black tshirt underneath & a pair of brown jeans with those horrendous Converse shoes he had worn to the point that they were falling apart. Standing just out of sight behind him was his girlfriend. Constance recognised those black boots the girl had always worn. That, & the fact that Tate was never without her.

"Constance" He replied, his voice flat as he stood protectively in front of the smaller girl.

"Hello Scarlett" Constance smiled, as the teenager slowly appeared in her line of vision, realising the older woman wasn't a threat. The petite blonde was dressed in one of Tate's black tshirts with a tan cardigan & ripped tights. She seemed a lot smaller than Constance remembered. They had been hiding in the basement for nine months, quiet & keeping out of sight.

"I've missed you" Tate face dropped as his mother began to talk. He wasn't prepared for this, he didn't want this. She was supposed to be a bitch. She wasn't supposed to be...nice. Nice Constance wasn't normal, it wasn't something he was used to & it made him feel weird & uncomfortable.

"Don't. Okay. Just don't" He shook his head as he put his hands up.

"Tate" Scarlett whispered, putting her delicate hand on his shoulder & he seemed to relax just from her touch. Constance wondered if he was as aggressive with his girlfriend as he was with everyone else. "Remember what we talked about, darling" She leaned her head on his back & he looked round at her for a second before nodding with a sigh. Constance was in shock, she had never seen her son listen to someone. He usually fought back. Anger & rage was all her son ever gave her.

"Look, we're here because we want to be able to leave the basement. We need our freedoms too. I know this is a lot to take in because well, we're dead " Tate folded his arms across his chest as he spoke. His mother noticably flinched as he said dead but he wasn't one to mince his words, in life & death. "We don't want to be bothered every time we walk upstairs." The tall blonde stared at his shocked mother who eventually nodded in agreement, she couldn't seem to bring herself to do anything more. It wasn't ideal but at least she had her perfect boy back in her life, even if he was a ghost. He was here in her house & that was enough for her. He was under her roof & that was more than she thought would ever have.

"Okay, honey" She whispered, wrapped her arms around herself. Tate turned around, as did Scarlett before he put his hands on her shoulders & gently pushed her back towards the hallway that led to the basement. Stopping herself, the little blonde turned around to face her boyfriend's mother who looked crushed, totally crushed.

"Thank you, Constance" She smiled softly before walking out of the room. Tate watched after her in shock.

"You owe her big time. All you ever called her was a whore & trailer trash, a little harlot who wasn't good enough for me but if it wasn't for Scarlett, I would be in the basement & I would never talk to you ever again but she begged to give you a chance. Told me that I was lucky to have a mom, to have Addie. She has me & no one else. Even after all you did to her, all the names you called her & bad mouthed her, she still found it in her heart to forgive you for it all & talk me round to coming up here." He turned around to face the older woman who had tears pouring down her ageing face. "One bad word about her & it's done, Constance. You fuck up just once & you will never see either of us for the rest of your miserable life." & Tate walked out of the room & out of sight. The basement door slammed & Constance fell to her knees, hunched over as she let out a strangled sob from deep in her gut.

"I promise, Tate" She managed to say, hoping with all of heart that he could hear her. That they both could.