Author's Note: Thank you for the kind reviews! I'm so happy that my story is liked! I try to update it as quickly as I can, but I'm busy with work and stuff so I can't work on it as much as I'd like. I like ghost stories, freaky events, and Paranormal stuff so I wanted to add that type of twist to this story. So what better than "American Horror Story: Murder House". I do not own the character: Tate Langdon. He is a character in Ryan Murphy's show, and he was my favorite in that show so I really wanted to use him! Again, thank you for the awesome reviews and taking the time to read my story!

The sounds of eggs sizzling and Jeffree Star's voice blaring out of her iPhone's speaker were the only noises going throughout the house on this beautiful Sunday morning. The whereabouts of her father were unknown, and she couldn't really care less, because as long as he wasn't home she was fine. Jessimae never had days at her own house like this since her father grew to the drunk that he is, and man, did she feel great getting to enjoy it now. As she was cooking, her phone buzzed and noticed it was a 'good morning' text from Roman. You couldn't take the smile off of her face. "Hey, you." Adeline smiled. "Hello, Addy Patty." She giggled. Adeline cocked her eyebrow and sat at the table, observing her baby sister's odd behavior of the morning. Every morning, Jessimae's routine was: Get dressed, eat something (sometimes), and run out the door. Even though Adeline knew Jessimae liked to take advantage of their father not being home, this just wasn't her. "So what's with the smiles and giggles this morning, sis?" Jessimae didn't even look at her sister. She just continued to sing along and be happy with her morning. "Hello? Miss Jessimae Miller, I'm talking to you!" Adeline snapped her fingers in the air. Jessimae got her food on a plate and sat down with a big smile from ear to ear as she stared at her sister. "Is there something you want to tell me? Cause you're kind of freaking me out, love." she laughed, grabbing an apple out of the basket. "Me? Oh nothing, just the fact that I'm officially the girlfriend of Roman Reigns now." She bragged. Adeline choked on her apple and bugged her eyes out. "Get the fuck out of here!" She laughed. Jessimae shook her head, indicating that she indeed was not joking about this. "Oh my goodness, Jess! I'm so happy for you! I mean, I love Sami to death, but Roman? You lucky bitch!" she playfully slapped Jessimae's arm. "Yeah, he asked me last night while we were at the park." She said, taking a bite of her breakfast. "Oh! Speaking of which, I better take his call." She winked, walking into the other room. Adeline looked at the phone screen and saw that Roman was in fact calling his new girlfriend, and she couldn't be any happier for Jessimae. It had been so long since she's seen her little sister this happy.

"Hello?" she happily answered.

"Hey, you. What's up?" Jessimae could tell by his voice that Roman had a smile on his face.

"Nothing much, just making breakfast for myself." She said, pulling her knee high socks on.

"I want to hang out today. Let's do something." He suggested.

"Oh…um…I have already have plans today." She pouted.

"With whom?" he asked, knowing that Brianna was at her grandmothers, and AJ gets forced to church with her parents. He knew they were the really the only people she hung out with.

"This kid that I met yesterday. He's like me, because he doesn't have any friends, and his father abandoned him. I warmed up quickly because I can relate. He's awesome Roman." She explained.

"Does he live in Red Land? Who is he?" Roman asked. He wasn't the obsessive type, but this made him nervous for some reason and he couldn't really explain why. It was just irking him for some reason.

"You writing a memoir or something, Roman? Yes, he lives in Red Land and actually…well…Nevermind." She trailed off.

"Tell me; please finish what you were going to say."

"He sort of um…lives in the Murder House, Roman." She stuttered.

The other end of the phone was silent for about ten seconds before she heard him clear his throat.

"How is that possible, babe? Nobody's lived there for over three years." He tried to reassure her.

"Well, how many people that told you that have actually gone in there?" she sassed him.

Roman was quiet again for a minute. She was right about that one. Everyone that told him stories about this place never actually stepped foot in that house. He was fairly certain that he and Jessimae were the only people at school that actually had the ball to go in there.

"But we've been in there Jessimae, and last time I checked, I was pulling my terrified girlfriend out of a mysteriously locked closet." He stated.

Jessimae sighed heavily. "I'll be fine, I promise."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Jessimae." He mumbled.

"Roman, I appreciate that you care, but I'm going to hang out with my friend whether you like it or not. He's really cool and I think he really needs someone." She shot, and hung up the phone.

Jessimae really liked Roman and couldn't be happier that she is now his girlfriend. However, Jessimae's lived the last five years of her life being controlled by people and such, so she wasn't taking it anymore.

"I'll see you later, Addy!" She shouted, opening the front door. "Alright, love ya!" Adeline shouted back. Jessimae nearly speed walked down the street to make it to Tate's house. She really wanted to see him. He grew so close to her in a matter of about four hours last that they felt like they knew each other their whole lives. For some reason, she felt like she still had a ton to talk about with him and could spend twenty four hours sitting in his room chatting.

As Jessimae turned the corner, she saw Jon and Scotty smoking outside the deli. There was no way she was going to let him see her after what happened yesterday. Just seeing him, even at that distance, made her blood boil. The nerve of him yesterday when those bitches came in. Jessimae turned around and walked behind the stores and took the alley to Tate's house. It was a longer walk, but it was better than running into Jon.

When Jessimae walked up to the house, she saw Tate sitting at the window on the third floor smiling. They both waved at each other as she made her way in the gate. Just as Jessimae was about to enter the front door she heard someone yell her name. She turned around and saw Roman walking up the sidewalk to the door. "Roman…What are you doing here?" She was extremely surprised. "Baby, I don't want you going in there." He said, out of breath. "I can do what I want, Roman. He's my friend." Jessimae didn't really take this the wrong way from Roman. She knew where he was coming from. He did end up having to pull her out of the closet that was mysteriously locked. Unfortunately, Tate was her friend and she wanted to be in there with him. There was a lot to discuss between these new friends. "No, it's not going to happen." He demanded. "Roman, you don't tell me what I can and can't do." She snapped, walking away. "Jessimae, NO!" he shouted, running up and pulling her arm. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" she screamed, nearly falling down the stone steps that lead up to the porch. That was a big mistake by Roman and he knew that. He felt terrible, especially when he saw how genuinely terrified she looked at him. "Do not…ever touch me like that again." She whispered. "Jessimae, I'm sorry. I really am, I just…I really don't think it's safe for you to be in there." Roman was very apologetic and truly did not mean to get physical with her. The weak side of her was coming out when she looked at his face and heard the tone of his voice. The weak side that gave in when people were being nice to her for once. The side that she inherited from her mother. "Please, Jessimae. Just come with me. This one time come with me so we can talk. After that, you can do whatever you want." He pleaded. She sighed and looked down at her feet. "Alright. Just…Just let me go talk to him for a second." Roman didn't like that idea either, but it was the least he could do beings that he just made her change her plans. "Please, in and out, Jessimae." He whispered.

Jessimae walked in the front door to see Tate sitting on the steps. He had a look of sadness stuck on his face. "How uh…How much of that did you hear?" she whispered. Tate looked up at her and just blankly stared. All night yesterday and right now, she noticed that Tate often looks as if he's not all the way there. Although she wasn't going to let looks bother her.

"You should go hang out with your boyfriend." He suggested, standing up now. "I'm…I'm really sorry Tate. I want to stay here with you, but something tells me that he's not going to leave." She shyly chuckled. Tate pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed the top of her head. "There's always tomorrow, Jessimae." He smiled. "So you're not mad at me?" Tate chuckled at her and shook his head. "I couldn't be. You're my best friend, Jessimae." Her face went from a smile to complete shock. Did he really consider her a best friend? "Um…Yeah, best friends." She smiled. "Jessimae! Hurry up!" Roman shouted at the front door. "Do I need to rough him up?" Tate joked. Jessimae playfully slapped his arm and rolled her eyes. "Trust me, when you see the size of that guy, you'll take three steps back." She laughed, realizing that she was standing at the door alone and Tate stayed in the kitchen doorway. "You okay?" she asked. He nodded and continued to stand still by the kitchen. For some odd reason, making it very obvious that he wasn't leaving that spot. This kid was definitely weird. "Well um…I'll see you when I'm done school tomorrow." She stuttered, just earning another simple nod and smirk from Tate.

"Jessimae!" Roman yelled again. She finally opened the door and pushed Roman's chest. "Shut up, I'm right here!" she laughed. "So when am I going to meet this kid?" he asked, lacing his fingers with hers as they walked to the car. "Sounds like someone's jealous." She smirked. "Maybe I am. Someone as beautiful as you, who wouldn't be?" Jessimae felt her cheeks blush like crazy. This boy made her dizzier than spinning around ten times. She stopped in her tracks next to Roman's car, causing him to stumble. "You all good?" he asked. Jessimae smiled sweetly at her boyfriend and walked up to him. "Kiss me Roman." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his torso. Roman pushed her bangs out of her face and slowly leaned into her. Their breath washing over each other's faces as they glanced from their eyes to their lips. Jessimae leaned up and took his bottom lip into her teeth and nibbled softly. He groaned and immediately glided his tongue into her mouth as he cupped her face. Their lips and tongues together were as perfect as Romeo and Juliet. Roman broke the kiss and laid his forehead against her. "Let's go get some lunch." He mumbled.

*JON'S P.O.V.*

"Dude where's my fucking beer?" Jon yelled to Scotty. "Right where you left it, dumbass." He answered, lighting a cigarette. "What's with you lately man? You seem like you've been in a damn fog!" Scotty continued. Jon rolled his eyes and proceeded to search for his beer. "I'm fine, bro. Just a little stressed that's all." he mumbled. Scotty just cocked his eyebrow at his friend. "Moxley…Letting shit bother him? Call that hot piece of ass Saraya!" Jon shot a death glare at his friend and sighed. "I found it." He said, picking up his beer. Scotty knew the difference in a stressed out Jon and when something was really bothering him. That's mainly because it was extremely rare that something ever bothered Jon. He got up from the couch and walked up to Jon who was now digging in the fridge. "What's going on with you man? Talk to me." He sighed. "What makes you think something's wrong with me?" he grumbled. Scotty sarcastically chuckled and sat up on the counter. "Dude, you're reading a hot pocket box and drinking." Jon furrowed his eyebrows. "So?" All Scotty wanted to do was punch his friend in the face right now. He hated stubborn people. "Jon, you don't read! Especially nutrition facts and you don't eat while you drink because you don't like the feeling you get in your stomach. I think you're forgetting that you're talking to your best friend here man." He shouted. Jon couldn't help but laugh at his friend. "Why is something telling me that you want to be more than just friends?" Jon joked. Scotty punched his friends arm and hopped off the counter. He looked as if he was going to vomit. "That's gross dude, but seriously, talk to me Jon. What's been going on lately?" Jon tossed the hot pockets back in the freezer and sighed. Sighing has really been Jon's only form of communication for a while. He flopped on the couch and ran his fingers through his honey blonde hair. "It's uh…It's Jessimae." He mumbled. "Oh Brianna's gothic friend? That chick's hot! I heard she's got a thing with that top shit football fuck Roman Reigns." Scotty blurted, not really making this easy for his friend. "Yeah well, that's the thing. I uh…I think I like her Scotty, like, really like her. Something about her being with Roman just rubs me the wrong way." He scoffed.

Scotty took a sip of his beer and decided to be serious about this situation. Jon was never a bum, and always was the first to party. He didn't like this side to him and wanted his real friend back. "Do you think she's happy with Roman?" he asked. Jon shot his head over to his 'all of the sudden Dr. Phil of a friend.' "What?" he asked. "Jessimae, do you think she's happy with Roman?" he repeated. As much as Jon didn't want to think about the smile and happiness that Jessimae fills up with when she's around Roman, it was true. He did, in fact, see a very happy Jessimae when she was with him. "Yeah, she uh…She is I guess." He mumbled, twiddling his thumbs. "So if you like her…or really like her, then why does it bother you to see her happy? He asked, finishing his beer. Jon had to think about that for a minute, because for once, Scotty made sense. If he liked Jessimae the way he tells him he does, then why does it bother him that she's happy? Scotty, if you saw Brianna hooking up with some other dude, wouldn't you feel down too?" Scotty was silent. He would never admit it to his friends as long as he didn't want to be the laughing stalk in his own apartment, but he was in love with Brianna. Jon did make a point. "Here's the thing Scotty, I want Jessimae to be happy, yes, but I never lose. Jon Moxley always gets what he wants." He preached, as he walked back to his room and slammed the door.

*JESSIMAE'S P.O.V.*

"This is the really nice part of town, Roman. You must really like me." She laughed. Roman walked up the sidewalk looking for a restaurant as he enjoyed his girlfriend's presence next to him. "How about this one?" he pointed out, walking up to the French restaurant towering them. Jessimae froze and stared up at the building with tears welling in her eyes. Roman cocked his eyebrow when he looked over at her. The reaction she gave him confused him big time. "You're uh…crying Jessimae." He stuttered, watching as she didn't take her eyes off of this place. "If you're that happy about running into some hot French dude in there, I could go somewhere else." He tried to joke but was cut off. "My mom used to take me and Adeline here when we were little. This is um…the last place we had dinner before she passed away." She whispered, wiping tears away. "We could go somewhere else if you'd like hun." She shook her head and smiled. "No, it's perfect."

She and Roman walked into the restaurant and followed the waitress to their table. The waitress couldn't stop taking peaks at Roman as she gave them their menus and drinks. "Tell me when you're ready." She winked at him. "Wow." Jessimae laughed. Roman took a sip of his coke and laughed as well. "Yeah, I um…I get that a lot." Jessimae cocked her eyebrow. "Should I be worried?" Roman shook his head in amusement. "Absolutely not, they have to worry about you." He winked, making her body feel like jell-o. Jessimae couldn't help but feel glued to this kid. That tan Samoan skin, his body that every girl would die for, that smile that would make you weak. Again, Jessimae wasn't a sexual girl, but looking at this boy…she could've taken him right there on that table.

"So tell me something, Roman. All you did was help me pick up my books about two or three months ago, and see me at your football games moping around like a freak. What made you want to pursue me?" she asked. The waitress laid their plates down in front of them as she stared sexual daggers at Roman's shy face. "Honestly, I've always thought you were hot since I saw you in ninth grade. Well, I was in tenth grade." He explained. Jessimae nearly choked on her pasta. "Me?!...Hot?! Okay Roman!" She laughed sarcastically. "What? I'm serious! You were a knockout!...Still are." he said, taking a bite of his meal. "Hun, you've always been a popular jock…I've always been a loser goth. C'mon now!" she chuckled. He laughed and threw a noodle at her face, making her throw one back at him. "What did you do in my car when we first hung out?" he asked. Jessimae sucked her teeth as she slowly stirred her straw around her ice in her drink. "I had to look in the mirror and name things that were positive about me." Roman's smile went from ear to ear. That was the night that he really started to feel something for this girl. "Exactly. Don't let it happen again, because pointing out that your teeth are straight and white isn't going to fly this time." He teased. Jessimae couldn't stop giggling as she reminisced that awful night that she hated herself and everything worse than she'd ever hated before in her life. "So what's this kid's name that you became friends with?" he brought up. "Oh Tate? He's cool as hell. And he lives in that fucking place by himself. I don't know how he does it…" "Wait…What's his name?" Roman cut her off. "Tate…Langdon…Why, what's wrong?" she asked, getting concerned when she saw the look on his face. Roman stared at his plate and furrowed his eyebrows after she repeated his name. "Nothing, that name just sounds so familiar." He stated. "Well, he's lived here his whole life. Maybe you've heard of him in school or around town." She suggested. Roman looked up at her and cocked his eyebrow. "Yeah, maybe." He said.

After about an hour or two of sitting there laughing, joking, telling random stories and talking about things they'd like to do when their older, Jessimae's mood immediately went to shit. This was nothing surprising. She looked into the corner of the room and saw Kristina eating lunch with her family. "Something wrong?" he asked. Jessimae used her eyes to point in the direction that she was staring at previously. Roman cocked his eyebrow and looked over at Kristina. He rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. "God! Everywhere I go one of them is always there!" he scoffed. Kristina looked over at Roman and cracked a small, flirty smile, but wiped it away as soon as she saw who he was with. Her lip curled up and her eyes gave the look of the devil at Jessimae. She didn't even have to move or say anything and Jessimae felt more than threatened by this girl. Jessimae wanted nothing more than to grab the elderly lady's coffee next to her and dump it all over Kristina's conceded head. "It's uh…It's not her that bothers me. It's where she's sitting that bugs the shit out of me." She mumbled. Roman looked up at her confused, waiting for her to continue. "That table that she's at…is where my mom, Addy and I used to sit every time we came in here." They were both silent for a few moments before Roman felt bad for bringing her here in the first place. "Are you finished, baby? I think we can go now." Jessimae nodded and grabbed her purse. "Um…yeah, we can go." Roman paid the bill and they awkwardly made their way out of the restaurant. Kristina wanted to vomit when she saw them holding hands.

Jessimae ran her fingers through her hair in the passenger seat of Roman's car. He looked over and put his hand on her thigh and proceeded to massage it. "It's okay, Jessimae. I'm sure they sanitize those tables and chairs when people leave so…" He tried cheering her up, but she was obviously not in the mood. "It's not that Roman. I just…I just miss my mom." She mumbled, wiping a tear off her cheek. Roman felt bad for her. She was constantly depressed and really didn't blame her. He pulled over the side of the road and watched her break down. For Roman, seeing this girl cry was like watching a sad puppy in a thunder storm. There was no way he was letting her go home like this. Roman stretched his arm over her shoulder and pulled her into him. She laid her head on his shoulder and continued to sob. Jessimae wanted nothing more than to lay in her mother's arms and hear her soft voice. Nothing in the world was more soothing than her mother's voice. Not only that, but if her mother was still alive than her father would've never picked up a bottle. Roman ran his fingers through her long black and blue hair as she cried on his shoulder. "Shhh, It's okay baby. Everybody needs a good cry sometimes." He whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Jessimae wiped her tears and smeared make up away and finally pulled herself together. She was so upset and could've broken down longer, but she was tired of Roman seeing this weak little girl side of her. "I'm uh…I'm okay. Thank you." She whispered. "How many times have I told you not to thank me?" he giggled. "Probably not enough. You're too good to me." She smiled sweetly at him and pushed his long hair behind his shoulder. He was such a beautiful, beautiful guy. "Come here." She whispered, seductively as she nervously licked her lips. Roman smirked and leaned over to her and wasted no time to crush his lips against hers. She loved his lips. They were so big and full and she, surprisingly, couldn't wait to see what else he was capable of doing with them. Their tongues heatedly working together as she nibbled his lips at the same time. He rubbed his hand up and down her thigh as they were both pinning each other with sexual tension. "You know what you remind me of?" she said, breathlessly between kisses while twirling her fingers in his gorgeous black locks. "What's that baby?" he asked. "You're body, and overall look reminds me of one of those old Greek statues. You're just…so fucking perfect. " She moaned as he sucked her neck while she spoke. The vibrations of Roman chuckles at her statement while he went to work on her neck made her panties wet. This boy did things to her that she thought she'd never experience. However, Roman knew he couldn't take things too far with her…yet. There was definitely a special moment he had in mind for his girl.

While Roman was pulling back out on the road to take her home, Jessimae looked out her window and saw Jon leaning on a wall in an alley way watching her with a smug look in his face. She didn't really know what to think of him. Something in her was glad that he saw him, but she felt bad at the same time. "Was that Moxley?" Roman asked. Jessimae sighed. She hoped he didn't see him. "Yeah…It was." She mumbled. "I should stop the car and deck him in his fucking face." He shot. "Roman stop, please." She begged. He kept his mouth shut and continued to drive. She could tell he was pissed.

"Home sweet home…Not!" she scoffed, as Roman pulled up to her development. "Promise me something." He spoke up. She looked over at him, waiting for him to speak. "If anything happens when you walk in there…Call me and I'll come get you." He stated. Jessimae nodded while playing with his fingers that were on her thigh. "I just want to take you home with me now." He whispered, causing her to giggle. She poked his nose and smiled. They could have sat there and stared at each other all night just soaking in each other's cuteness and smiles. Jessimae's phone buzzing snapped her out of her moment. It was her sister.

*Moxley came to the door earlier looking for you. –Addy*

*What the hell?! That's weird. I'm right outside. I'll be in in a second. –Jess*

*Hurry, because I need help with my homework. LOL –Addy*

"I got to go. Sister emergency." She whispered. "Is Adeline okay?" Jessimae nodded while putting her phone back in her purse. "Okay as in managing to figure out star consolations without my help? Yeah, she's freaking perfect." She joked. Roman laughed and put his seat belt back on. "You're so funny, babe. Text me, tonight." He smiled, brushing her hair out of her face. Jessimae leaned over and planted a sweet kiss to Roman's plump lips. "See you tomorrow." She whispered, getting out of the car. Roman watched her walk up the hill as her skirt fluttered, and her hair flew in the same motion as the soft wind. She was perfect to him, and he was so happy that she was all his.