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Violet couldn't fall asleep. Her thoughts wouldn't let her do so much as close her eyes. Did Tate hate her now? She'd kept the death of his sister a secret from him . . . Was he in denial? He seemed to take the whole you're a ghost thing pretty well. But, then again, he had been on the verge of figuring it out himself. She has always known he hated Constance, but up until this point she hadn't really understood why. Looking back on it, there were more than enough reasons. The lady murdered his father, cheated on his step father, made him live in a house that drove him crazy, didn't pay enough attention to him (obviously, if she didn't notice he hung out with monsters in the basement), mistreated his siblings, and who knows what else. Violet probably would have shot up the school too, if it had been her, evil voice in her head or not.

She looked over at Lily's bed. Her cousin was fast asleep. Violet was pretty sure nothing on Earth could keep this girl awake past midnight, except maybe her computer. She was really great on that thing. She could hack into any software or website. They'd had a lot of fun at school during computer class posting gay porn on the school website.

For some reason, thinking of gay porn reminded Violet of her boyfriend. If it hadn't been for that day in the attic when they found some, the thought would have troubled her. Thinking of Tate made her heart ache and her stomach feel as though it had dropped ten feet down and left a hole where it should be. She wanted to find him and tell him she was sorry. She wanted him to cry about it, or at least show some kind of emotion . . .

She flipped over onto her back, frustrated. She caught a glimpse of something in the doorway; Tate.

She motioned with her hand for him to come inside. He entered her room, and sat down next to her on the bed.

"Are you okay?" she whispered, not wanting to wake Lily.

He shrugged.

"Are you mad?" she asked. He shook his head. "Will you say something?"

He was quiet for a few moments before replying, "If I weren't already dead, I'd commit suicide."

"I want to," Violet admitted. "More and more with each passing hour."

He looked at her, terrified. "No, Violet. You can't kill yourself."

"Why not?" she asked. "You just admitted you would."

"But that's different!" he insisted. "If you committed suicide, there'd be people who actually cared!"

She made a "pft" noise. "Like who? My parents? Please, they're too preoccupied with themselves to even notice if I were gone."

"I'd care," Tate told her. His voice and expression were hard to read.

"You're supposed to be the one who wants me to die," Violet told him. "You supposedly love me, right? Then wouldn't you want me to be with you?"

"You don't need to be dead to be with me," Tate told her. He sounded a little forceful, but also kind of scared.

"Not yet," she said. "But what about when I get older and you don't? That just wouldn't work . . . And how about when my parents move? Am I just supposed to stay behind here?"

Tate shook his head. "I don't want you to die for me."

"Too late," Violet told him. "Lily already agreed to help me, if I decided I really wanted too. There's nothing you can do to stop me this time."

"This time . . . ?" he repeated, confused. A look of comprehension crossed his face. "The pill thing . . . that was over me?"

Violet nodded. Tate buried his head in his hands. "How many more people are going to die and it's my fault?"

He was crying, Violet could tell. She probably would be too, if she just found out she had committed a massacre, her sister was dead, she was dead, and the person she loved had tried to kill themselves over her all in one day. It was a lot to take in.

She knew what she had to do. She had to tell him what he had already told her. She had to tell him the truth. She whispered into his ear, "I love you."

He sighed and looked up. "Are you just saying that or do you mean it?"

"I mean it," she promised. "I just . . . I'm not good with words. Or feelings. And telling someone you love them is both."

Tate smirked. That's what Violet liked, when he was happy. It made her happy too. She kissed him. "Will you stay?"

He nodded and she let him under the covers with her. He wrapped his arms around her and they both closed their eyes. It was hard to think when Tate was holding her. Hard to think about bad things, anyway. Violet was asleep in minutes.

. . .

"Violet!" Ben called up the stairs. "Violet wake up! We're going out for breakfast!"

It was Saturday morning, nearly ten thirty, and Violet still wasn't awake. This wasn't unusual for her, but Ben and Vivian had been reminding her to set her alarm this weekend all week. They were supposed to go out for a nice breakfast, then a walk on the beach. Family Day.

"Violet!" Ben yelled. He sighed. Teenagers were impossible. He began to climb the stairs.

"Uncle Ben!" Lily exclaimed, catching up to him. "Maybe you should just let her sleep; I mean . . . we had a hard day at school yesterday. There were a bunch of tests and stuff and I'm sure Violet's beat so . . ."

Her tone was almost . . . pleading.

"Come on, Lily, I'm sure she'll be fine," Ben assured his niece. "She'll get right up when she remembers we're going out to eat. We did this every weekend back in Boston, she loved it."

He continued up the stairs.

Lily's hands clenched into fists as she entered panic mode. Tate had fallen asleep with Violet the night before . . . If they weren't awake yet; Tate was probably still up there, right? Ben would find them!"

"Violet wake up!" Ben called.

Violet sat straight up in bed. She shook Tate awake. "Tate, my dad!"

Tate's eyes opened, but he was still half-asleep.

"Tate, my dad!" Violet repeated. "He'll kill you . . . again, hide!"

That woke him up. Tate jumped off Violet's bed and slid under it. Violet lay back down and closed her eyes just as her father opened the door.

"Vi?" he asked. "Are you awake?"

She didn't move. Play the sleepy teenager card . . . she told herself.

He walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge. Tate slid his fingers out of the way just in time to miss Dr. Harmon's sneaker from landing on them.

Ben shook his daughter lightly. Violet pretended to wake up. "Ugh, what? It's still morning."

Ben chuckled. "Come on sleepyhead, get dressed. We're going out to breakfast."

"Where?" Violet asked.

"This little diner your mother found, it's called Hard Boiled Breakfast or something like that," Ben told her. "Get dressed."

As soon as he left her room, Tate slid out from under the bed. "That was a little closer than I'd prefer."

"Same here," Violet agreed.

"But that's a good diner," Tate told her. "My step-father used to bring Addie and me there all the time."

A thought struck Violet. She smiled subconsciously. "So . . . would you say that's an important memory from your life?"

Tate shrugged. "I guess so, why?"

"Lily told me something . . . interesting. Wanna test it out?" She then proceeded to explain what Lily had told her, about him being able to haunt anywhere that was linked to his life.

"You think that the curse won't like . . . permit that from happening?" Tate asked.

Violet shrugged. "One way to find out. Try meeting us at breakfast."

"And if I can't?" Tate asked. "What will you tell your family?"

"Well, maybe I'll just get a fake text from you saying your mother needs you at home for funeral arrangements," Violet said.

"You are brilliant," Tate told her. "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

She scowled. "I have to change, get out."

"Do I have to?" Tate asked.

In response, Violet threw her pillow at him.

"Okay, okay!" he decided to try something else out. Ever since Violet had mentioned him always finding a way into her room, he had been stuck on this thought. He never really paid attention, but he was pretty sure he'd been teleporting around the house, just ending up where ever he wanted to go. Now was a good time to try . . .

Next thing he knew, he was standing in the front hall, in back of Lily who was staring up at the staircase with wide eyes. Hey, it worked!

He got an idea. Slowly, very slowly, he walked up behind Lily and covered her eyes.

"Hey, Tate," she greeted him calmly, not at all scared.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed. He released her and she turned around laughing. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Well," she said. "At first I was afraid Ben would go up and bust you guys. Then I felt hands over my eyes, and realized that I hadn't heard any yelling. I knew you must have left. Then, I thought to myself, gee, now who would try to scare me like that? Aunt Vivian, no, she's not like that. Uncle Ben and Violet are still upstairs. Moira wouldn't so that just leaves . . . And there you have it."

The women in this family were geniuses, Tate decided. "Ugh, whatever. I'll get you eventually."

"Keep thinking that," she retorted. "You don't scare the ghost girl."

Tate made a mental note to seriously creep Lily out. Normal scary wouldn't work on her . . . Whatever; he'd work on his plan later. "Violet wants to try something."

He told her Violet's idea for him to meet them at breakfast.

"And the beach later?" Lily asked.

Tate shrugged. "I guess so, I used to go to the beach a lot . . . But . . . how do I, you know?"

"Get there? Easy," Lily told him. "Just . . . Imagine going there in your head. Think about all the times you spent there in your life and focus really hard. You'll just end up there. Like you just ended up in the hall from Violet's room."

They heard footsteps from the second floor.

"That's probably Ben," Lily told him.

He nodded. "I've got a plan."

Sure enough, it was Dr. Harmon. He saw Tate, and a look of fatherly anger crossed his face. "Tate, what are you doing here?"

"Violet invited me for breakfast," Tate told him. "Didn't she tell you that?"

"No," Ben replied, sounding very annoyed.

Violet joined him on the staircase.

"Did you invite Tate to breakfast without permission?" Ben asked his daughter.

Vivian joined Lily and Tate in the hall way, whipping her hands on a towel. She looked up at her husband and daughter on the staircase.

"No, I told her she could," Vivian lied. Violet shot her a look of thanks when Ben wasn't looking.

"Oh . . . Well, alright then." He looked at Tate. "I don't know how much room we'll have in the car . . ."

"Oh that's alright," Tate said. Then he decided to have some fun, "I'll just drive my motorcycle."

Dr. Harmon's face was priceless.

Lily gave him a low five at an angle so Ben wouldn't see. "Nice . . ." she whispered.

"Well, I'll meet you guys there," Tate said.

Vivian nodded. "Okay, Tate. See you in a few minutes."

"Yeah find us a table," Violet called after him. He walked out the front door, trying to contain his laughter. Once he was on the front lawn, he did as Lily told him.

For the first time in twenty-seven years, Tate was staring at the interior of his favorite diner. Had he really not been here since he was ten? Well, either way, Lily's plan worked. Tate was out of the Murder House, and it wasn't even Halloween. Another first.

. . .

Violet was having more fun than she'd had in a while. She and Tate spent breakfast making lovey-dovey faces at each other and calling each other names like "sweetheart" and "honey" just to get under her father's skin. And it worked. And it was hilarious.

Now they were at the beach, and Violet was reminded of the last time she and Tate had come here.

"You don't think . . . they'll come back. Do you?" she asked in a hushed voice.

"They can't," he reassured her. "As far as I know, they never came here when they were alive. And even if they did, they wouldn't try anything with your parents here."

"What will you do . . . when you see them again?" Violet asked.

Tate shrugged. "I don't know . . . Apologize, maybe. Explain myself. They probably won't forgive me but . . . I'll feel better that they know."

Violet realized that her father was looking at them suspiciously from the blanket he and Vivian were sitting on while she, Tate, and Lily gathered shells on the shore line. Lily was the only one really gathering shells, and Ben had noticed.

"Oh, Tate, you're so adorable!" Violet exclaimed, loud enough for her parents to hear. She laced her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Messing with your dad is too much fun," Tate said, looking at his expression when they broke apart.

"I know," Violet whispered back.

"Why don't you kids go swimming?" Vivian called to them. "The water looks really nice!"

Lily shrugged and dropped the shells she was holding. She pulled off her shirt and pants, revealing a black bathing suit. She jumped right into a big wave.

"Careful with the current!" Vivian added.

"We should probably get in the water too, before my mom gets all suspicious, huh?"

"Shouldn't she be more worried once we're in the water?" Tate asked.

Violet laughed. "Probably. I think it's a test. So . . . come on, shirt off."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that outside my head," Tate admitted. Violet rolled her eyes. "But I can't."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Okay . . . if I take my shirt off I'll have a lot of explaining to do to your father," Tate told her. Violet still didn't understand, Tate could tell by her expression. He sighed. "Violet, try and think really hard. What would you find under the shirt of someone who was shot seventeen times in the chest?"

"Bullet wounds," Violet said. "I get it. So just get in with your shirt on and we'll tell my parents you're too self-conscious if they ask."

It took a little more convincing, but Violet finally got Tate to go in the water with her. She kept her shirt on too, just for him. She left her jeans on the blanket with her parents though.

The waves were brutal. Not as bad as they had been on Halloween, but still, you had to be a pretty strong swimmer not to get pulled away with the undertow. They weren't one after the other either, there would be a few minutes in between giant crashes, but they still swept you up.

Tate, Violet, and Lily came up with a game. They would wait for a big wave to come, and then jump into it at the same time. It would carry them back towards the shore, but whoever stayed out the furthest won. Tate won almost every time.

"It's not fair," Violet told him. "You grew up right at the beach. Lily and I are from Boston, we can only go swimming in the ocean for two or three months out of the year!"

Tate just laughed.

After they had been goofing off for a few hours, Lily decided to tell them her master plan. This was a good a time as any. There was no threat of Ben or Vivian over hearing, because they were all the way back on the shore.

"Okay, so I've been thinking," she said. "And I think Tate should start coming to school with us."

"What?" Violet and Tate asked at the same time.

"Well, it's just that I figured it'd give him something to do during the day, and it'd make school a little less hard to get through because we'd have friends. And then Tate wouldn't just have to sit around the house all day, waiting for you to get home, Violet," Lily explained. "You'll be able to show up there because you spent so much of your actual life there. We know you can leave the house and haunt other places because . . . you're here."

"How am I going to enroll in a school, anyway?" Tate asked. "I'm dead, remember? And I doubt they'd let me back in after I killed fifteen kids anyway."

"So we have you steal someone's identity," Lily said. "Someone who wouldn't miss it."

"Like who?" Violet asked sarcastically. "Are you going to go to ?"

"No, but someone who's dead can't miss their identity. A if the government doesn't know they're dead yet . . ."

"What are you talking about?" Violet asked, getting scared. Lily had her brilliant-yet-scary idea face on.

"Remember that girl your father cheated on your mother with?" Lily asked. Violet nodded. "She's buried under the gazebo."

"What?"

"Sh!" Lily put her hand over Violet's mouth. "I've seen her ghost skulking around the backyard. No one knows she's dead yet. I saw what happened in a vision, some crazy guy attacked her with a shovel and buried her. Your dad built that thing to cover it up. No one knows she's dead yet!"

"There's just a small issue with that brilliant plan," Tate pointed out. "Well, two actually. One, Hayden was twenty-one, two, I'm not a girl!"

"Please," Lily told him cockily. "You shouldn't doubt my computer skills. It's not that hard to change someone's year of birth and gender if you know your way around the right websites. Hayden can be a boy's name, right? So we just tweak with little stuff the government won't notice. Gender, and age, then you'll be set. I can enroll you in school and get you the same schedule as Violet and I have. I can even get you a driver's licenses."

"How will the government not notice that?" Violet asked, appalled.

"Please, people change their gender all the time. I trust me; no actress in all of LA was born in the year her I.D. says. The government lets you change these things a lot; they kind of just look the other way. It'll be easy as pie," Lily promised.

Violet looked at Tate. "What do you say? Wanna spend six and a half hours in hell with me every day?"

He shrugged. "I've got nothing better to do."

Another big wave came, and the teenagers resumed their game.

Tate's coming to school with me . . . Violet thought. This is going to be fun and weird.

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Ah! Sorry this chapter kind of sucked, it was really more of a filler chapter. The next one's going to be so much fun to write. Tate in high school? Awesome. I hope I'll have it up by tomorrow, but I don't know. My sister and I are going with our little cousin to the Children's Museum, and then of course there's a new American Horror Story tomorrow (eep!). This fanfic probably won't make sense after it though . . . okay just keep in mind it takes place after Open House but before Rubber Man. Okay? Anyone have any theories on the next episode they wanna talk about? PM me I love talking AHS!