January 5th, 2011,

I've been up all night thinking about Tate and how he just insisted we meet today; I don't want to hang out with anyone. He didn't even let me answer to his request. I feel comfortable in my bed right now, the sun is blocked by my black curtains and all that is lighting up my room is my clock that reads, 9:00am. I don't want to move, I like this feeling because no one can bother me, nothing bad can happen, it's only me and my thoughts. So I rolled over on my side to shut my eyes and fall back asleep and then I heard a loud stomp, my closet door slammed shut. I jumped up to see a person running another way then the figure disappeared.

"Tate", I whispered in the dark and there was no response.

I turned on my light and there was no one there. I pulled my legs to my chest and rested my chin on my knees, I closed my eyes just wanting my thoughts to disappear, but Tony came up.

"Hey are you coming down", he asked seemingly alone in this huge house.

"Yeah, let me just get ready", that's all I could say.

"Alright", he was about to turn away when he faced back towards me and asked, "so what do you think of that kid Tate".

"I don't know Tony, he wants to hang out today, so I guess I'm doing that today", I told him.

"Well watch out, guys are fucking wankers and I know you did stuff but I also know you never had a relationship and I can feel something between you guys", he told me as if I was five years old.

"Tony I'm a big girl I know what I'm doing and trust me there won't be any relationship", I assured him.

"Okay well I'll meet you down there", he said with a look that told me he didn't believe me.

After all this time and now he decides to play big brother. I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom to take a shower. When I got out I slipped on my fishnet leggings and my grey short top. I dried my hair and put on a little makeup, then I mentally prepared myself to yet again face Anthea and Tony.

When I arrived downstairs Anthea was outside smoking a cigarette all dressed up and Tony was drinking a cup of coffee.

So I went over to talk to him, "Why is the old bat dressed up today", I asked.

"Apparently she has some meeting or something, but I bet she's just blowing some guy", we both laughed at that.

"So you got dressed up for your date today", tony mocked knowing it would piss me off.

"Ha ha very fucking funny, it's not a date and I'm dressed up the way I always dress no different", we both stared at each other waiting for one of us to break.

Then Anthea broke the staring contest, "Well I'm going out, foods in the fridge bye", and there she went without another word.

"What a mess", Tony joked to me.

I shook my head and went to go smoke a cigarette, Tony went out with to smoke one too.

"After I'm done with this I'm going to go out, to check out the new surroundings", he told me, and I was just waiting till he told me that I should be alone with Tate to get to know him because it was my so called first date.

So all I said was, "Okay, I'll be here".

We were silent until he left and I was left alone in this big Addams family home. So I decided that I would explore as well, and I went down to the basement.

It was dark with only light that came from a small rectangle window. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I stopped and looked around when a small ball hit my foot, I don't know where it came from so I picked it up and looked around to see if anyone was in there with me. But it was only me, so I experimented and rolled the ball back in the direction it came from. I heard it stop, and I stared into the darkness, waiting for it to roll back, I don't know why, I just was. Then I heard a step, I got freaked out. As I heard another step the doorbell rang, and it knocked me out of focus. So I turned and went upstairs to get the door.

When I arrived at the door I swung the door open to see Tate standing there with a smirk.

"Hi Effy", he said with the same smirk and his hands in his pockets.

"Ugh, hi", I stuttered when I moved out of the way inviting him in.

We stood there like idiots until I told him, "Let's just go in my room", so he followed me up to my room.

We both sat on my bed and it was awkward so I did what I always do in these situations, I grabbed my black box and pulled out two perfectly rolled spliffs, "Do you smoke", I asked him handing it to him.

"Yeah, sometimes I like stronger stuff too, but that's fine", he told me while staring at the box expecting me to pull out my pills as if they were not a lot of money, but he took the spliff and I lighted it for him.

We sat there smoking like chimneys. I like the little buzz I got so I laid my head on my pillow and stared out the window, thinking.

"I use to live here", Tate all of the sudden blurted out.

"What", I asked confusingly.

"Yeah my brother did something while we were living here and he died, I hate this house, it's weird here, you see things here", he explained to me and so I sat there wondering why is telling me this.

"How did he die", I asked not knowing if that was a bad question.

But he responded seemingly okay, "he was shot to death".

I didn't want to ask anymore, I hate going into other people's lives. So I sat there and kept staring out the window.

"So you're going to Westerfield right", he asked me.

"Yeah I start next week", I told him.

"That place sucks, just a bunch of fucking assholes all caught up in stupid shit that does not ever matter", he argued.

"Isn't everywhere like that", I joked.

"Yeah I guess, high school is just four meaningless years in your existence", he said, and it was true.

"Yeah I know", I agreed with him, and then I got an idea, "So do your feel up to it", I asked while getting up off the bed to get my box from the floor where I put it.

"Up for what", he asked looking at the box in my hands.

"For these", I answered by holding up the bag of MDMA.

He smirked and held his hand out to accept it. We both stuck out little fingers in the bag and put it in our mouths for us to go to wonderland.

One hour later…..

We're both sweating yet we feel good, happy. We laughed and joked, then got the great idea to try to cook some brownie and failed but we threw the brownies everywhere and trashed the kitchen. We started to take shots of vodka and laugh even more.

"Your, your real-ly pretty", he slurred out to me while wiping off brownie that was on my face but his hand lingered on my cheek.

"Shut the fuck up", I laughed.

"No, no, you're the only person that understands me here", he said to me, but I started to get uncomfortable, and leaned away telling him to stop talking.

I turned away before he could say anything else but he came chasing after me. Before I reached the stairs Tate caught me and swung me around to face him, but there was someone behind him, someone that looked similar to him, like he was his brother…. Oh shit.