Violet's Point of View
Tate's driver got them to Tate's mansion in no time. Violet hopped out of the luxury vehicle with excitement stirring in her. She felt her insides get warm when Tate took her hand and ran with her into the house. She was surprised when he kept dragging her with him through the cold hallways and past the well decorated rooms. Finally, Tate opened a huge glass sliding door leading to an untamed lawn with oak tress growing in random places on it. Violet looked around awestruck by its natural beauty. It wasn't the typical beverly hills back yard. Instead of cleanly cut green grass, Tate's back yard had overgrowing weeds and dried out grass with old trees. "Its beautiful", stated Violet. She saw Tate blush as he motioned for her to sit down next to him on the dead plants. Violet sat in a criss cross and waited. Tate put a cigarette in her mouth and lit her up. She smoked three consecutive cigarettes in silence as she took in the beauty of the dead garden. Finally Tate decided to end the awkward silence. "My mom hates this part of the land. She keeps all the visible parts well kept and groomed", said Tate. Violet looked up into his eyes understanding what he meant. "I think gardens are over rated", she said. Tate looked down and grinned."Yeah well my mother wouldn't agree. She's a cock sucker. literally."
Tate took the cigarette out of Violet's mouth and began smoking it himself. He lied down on the ground looking up at the blue cloudless sky. "She used to suck the guy off next door all the time."
Violet looked at him totally getting it. She lied down facing him and said,"I know what you mean. My mom caught my dad in the act with a girl who was only a few years older than me. Thats why we moved here. My dad wanted to "start over". Its total bull shit though." Tate didn't know this about her. He turned his angelic face toward hers and just looked at her. "I guess my parents are just pretending like they love each other when in reality they're hurting themselves more by staying together", she said. Her eyes almost watered from talking about her dysfunction family. Tate sat up and pulled her head into his lap. He lovingly stroked her hair until it turned dark outside. "Shit Tate! I need to get home!", exclaimed Violet. "Don't worry. I'll have Stewart drive you home as fast as possible", said Tate. Violet gave him a peck on the lips and ran to the garage, where Stewart was surely waiting for her.
Tate's Point of View
Tate walked back into his house with a huge grin. He went in the kitchen and saw Violets phone on the floor. "She must have dropped it on the way to the car", said Tate. He gingerly picked it up and sat on the sofa. Tate felt bad but wanted to see who she's been talking to. There were tons of messages to Leah but what really pissed Tate off was that Josh kept texting her. Lets hang out tonight? My place. Tate read the message with a smile on his face. He replied saying:See you there ;). Tate got up from the couch and walked up to his room. He needed to prepare for his visit to Josh.