Violet came home from school and was so happy it was the weekend. She quickly jogged into the living room only to see Tate wasn't there. She started calling for him around the house, but got no answer. She was worried and quickly darted up to her room to see if he was hiding out up there.

She found Tate, and was happy, but he was on the bed crying, so she rushed over to him. She jumped into his lap and pulled him down to her. She stroked his soft, curled hair and rocked back and forth.

"Tate, what's wrong? Is it your mom?" she whispered.

"No. Your dad is kicking me out." Tate sobbed.

Violet pulled away to look at him, "What? Why?"

"I found your mom crying yesterday because she is still upset about the affair." Tate began.

"Obviously." Violet rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, I talked to her and I guess she decided to divorce your dad and now he hates me and wants me out by tonight."

Violet stood up and stepped away, "My parents are getting divorced?"

Tate jumped up, forgetting about his problems and pulling her to him, "I'm so sorry, Violet. I'm here for you. If you need anything just tell me."

Violet nodded into his shoulder, crying, "Well, I can deal with it later. Let's go talk to my mom."

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Tate and Violet rushed downstairs to find her mom and dad fighting again. They were having the loudest screaming match Violet had ever seen. They both backed up and waited for the adults to notice them. When Ben and Vivien did, both stared hard.

"What's going on?"

"Tate made your mom want a divorce." Ben stated.

"No, Violet, that's not true. Tate just brought up some good ideas for how I should look at things and it helped me reach a conclusion."

"The conclusion to give up on us." Ben growled.

"No, the conclusion to move on and accept that we don't work anymore!"

"Okay, stop!" Violet screamed. "We have a bigger problem. Dad said Tate had to leave by tonight. Mom, tell us he doesn't have to." Violet's eyes begged.

"Of course he can." Vivien sighed.

"No!" Ben shouted. "He is tearing this family apart!"

"What family? You cheated on me, you neglect your daughter, and now you are taking your anger out on an innocent boy who already has enough to deal with!"

"Everything was fine until he showed up!"

"Are you serious?!"

Violet shook her head and led Tate back up to her room. Dad was too busy with mom to care about Tate leaving, and she knew Tate wouldn't be able to sleep with them yelling, especially when it was all about him. She set up a makeshift bed on the ground with a lot of pillows and blankets.

"There. If that's not comfy enough you can have the bed." Violet sighed.

"It'll be more than perfect." Tate smiled, looking at the bed. "Just like you." He smirked, winking.

Violet turned away to blush and bite her lips happily, "Well, it's a weekend so we can stay up all night."

Tate took a seat on his 'bed' and stared up at Violet. She looked back at him, gazing down at his content facial expression. She loved seeing him happy but deep down she was worried about his future. He couldn't hide out forever. He wasn't going to school which meant he wouldn't get an education. So then he wouldn't have a good job, a good home, or a good life. All because he had a shitty mom.

"Play some music." Tate said.

Violet snapped back to reality and did as he told. She looked through her CD's for something he might like to listen to. She thought she had an idea when he said to put in this album he had brought from home. It was a band she had never heard of, but Tate asked her to and she played the track he wanted.

It was slower song, but not extremely slow. She stood by the player and listened to the words. It was a song about always being there for someone, as a friend and more. She liked it and thought it was cute that Tate wanted her to play it. Suddenly she felt Tate's arms wrap around her body.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Violet turned around to him, "I love it."

Tate pulled Violet away from the dresser and disc player. He took her arms and put them on his shoulder, then placed his on her hips. Violet took notice of their position and was happy, but knew, that Tate started to sway.

They mainly moved side to side but once in a while Tate would turn them around, or take a step, or even spin her carefully. Violet would have the biggest smile on her face as she twirled and couldn't believe that she was slow dancing with a boy in her own room.

"You know," she whispered to Tate, "you're the first boy to ever dance with me." She blushed.

Tate smirked, "Well, I'm deeply honored to be your first dance partner."

Violet giggled, "I never thought I'd be the type of girl to slow dance with a guy."

"Violet Harmon, you can be whatever type of girl with me. Except bitchy, conceded, controlling, abusive, dumb, or a bitch." Tate smiled at the end.

"Well, lucky for you I know I'm not ever going to be those types of girls."

Tate smirked, "Good."

He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to hers. Their mouths warped together and moved to an equal rhythm. Tate wrapped his arms strongly around her delicate body and held her close to him. Violet smiled into the kiss as she felt him protectively hold her. They were in their own little worlds when the door burst open and a scream shook the house.

DUH DUH DUH! Hope you all love it. I wanted this chapter to capture Violet and Tate's relationship. Leave reviews and tell me what you're thinking.