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DO YOU ALL HATE ME? I'M SORRY IT'S JUST I HAD TO! Sorry I added that whole "marriage" thing in so badly. I didn't really know how to introduce it so I was just like "Billie can do it!" Haha but that's seriously my theory about how the show's gonna end based on stuff I saw online and in the "You're Going to Die in There" thing on so . . . yeah. Sorry!

Also, I've been seeing this poems like this a lot on Tumblr. Here's one (I think it should be called 'Letter to Violet' ha-ha);

Tate's face is red

Your spirits are blue

'Cause he fucked your mom

Before he fucked you

Haha . . . that shouldn't be as funny as I think it is.

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"Lily, you're not actually going to let her do this, are you?" Tate asked for the millionth time.

"I'm not letting her do anything, I don't control her," Lily told him again. "Now if you bother me with this stupid shit one more time, I'll kill you. Again."

She looked back down at her homework that she was convinced would never get done.

"Billie says I have to wear my mother's wedding dress, but then I told her my mother wasn't a virgin when she was married. She told me to ask you if Constance was," Violet said as she entered the doorway. She was holding the phone into her shoulder, probably talking to Billie Dean once again.

"Violet, we are not getting married!" Tate exclaimed.

Violet actually laughed. "So I'm just going to tell her no . . ."

She left the room again and Tate flopped down onto her bed. "I'm so screwed . . ."

"What's the big deal?" Lily asked. "I thought you loved Violet. Wanted to like, be with her forever and all that."

"Not this way," Tate said. "Not because she feels that she has to. And I . . . can't kill her."

"Says the man whose committed murder on three different occasions totaling up to a grand number of eighteen deaths," Lily pointed out. "And you fucked her mother."

"Please don't bring that up!" Tate begged. "And besides, that wasn't even me. It was stupid monster baby . . . The only person I ever killed because I wanted to was that bitch Bianca who was trying to kill Violet . . ."

"You love her, right?" Lily asked.

"Yeah . . ."

"And she loves you, right?"

"I guess so . . ."

"Then you're supposed to be married. End of story. Now may I please do this damn calculus homework?"

Tate closed his eyes and tried to clear his head. Violet was making him kill her . . . How ironic. He had saved her life by not killing her and impregnating her mother instead, but now because of that he has to kill her. Life's a bitch.

Violet came back into the room and sat down next to him. She looked at Lily. Her cousin clearly got the message, because she grabbed her text books and left the room, probably to finish her homework at the table.

"I thought you'd like this," Violet said as she traced small circles on Tate's forehead, trying to annoy him him into sitting up.

It worked. "Why would I like this, exactly? Did you not hear her, Vi? I have to kill you. And you have to get married. We're still teenagers!"

"Hey," Violet said. She pulled herself on top of him. "Don't think of it like that. Think of it more like, I love you so much that I'm willing to die to protect you, just like you'd do for me . . . if you could, that is."

"But that's the thing," Tate told her. "I can't do it for you. It's not fair to you that you have to do something this extreme. And besides, how often do teenagers actually stay in love with their boyfriends and girlfriends forever? Not many."

"I thought about that," Violet admitted. "But Lily says that if a ghost dies in love, he or she can't fall out of love or in love with a different person. Their emotions stay the same as they were the second that they died. So I wouldn't have to worry about that, and neither would you. She said it's most likely that now that you're in love with me, you'll never be able to stop. It's screwy and messed up and complicated but . . . I don't really care that much."

Tate lay back down on the bed, pulling her with him. He sighed. "Violet . . . I remember what it felt like when I thought I had found you dead in here. I don't want to feel that way ever again."

"But you won't have to!" she exclaimed. "I'll be here with you even after I'm dead. Please Tate . . . I don't want you having part of Infantata in you. It's not right and you don't deserve it."

"I deserve a lot worse . . . for everything I did in life."

"But that wasn't your fault either!" Violet told him, exasperated. She noted to herself that you couldn't spell irritate without Tate.

"Violet I'm just not comfortable with this," Tate told her. He was begging, and she could tell. But she wasn't about to let him give up what would probably be the only chance he ever got to get that thing out of him. Also, Violet knew that she didn't want to be with anyone but Tate. She also knew that that could very well change in a few years, and she really didn't want that to end up happening. If she was a ghost, she's love him forever no matter what, and that sounded pretty good to her.

"Tate, I'm doing this. Because I love you and because I know you love me. Think about it, I would have to die for us to be together eventually anyway," she pointed out.

"Okay . . . if you marry me you'll be giving up a lot." He didn't want to have to do this, but if driving Violet away meant saving her life, then so be it. "You'd never be able to get any older than you already are. And you'd never be able to have kids, or get your own house, or go to college . . . Vi, you'd be giving up your life."

"I. Don't. Care!" she insisted. She was about to continue arguing with him but suddenly, she became very sleepy. She yawned. "I'm . . . tired."

Tate nodded. "Yeah . . . me too. That's weird I wasn't . . . a second . . . ago."

They were both having trouble keeping their eyes open. They kicked off their shoes, and climbed under Violet's covers together. Despite being a little mad at her, Tate found the energy to wrap his arms around her waist and hold her close. She was warm and alive and she had blood pulsing through her veins. Tate wanted her to stay that way forever.

They fell asleep like that, in each other's arms. But they weren't the only ones. Simultaneously, everyone in the house became very sleepy, and lay down just to rest their eyes. Everyone that is, except for Charles and Nora.

The house knew it was their anniversary. The house adored Charles and Nora, and wanted to make sure that their anniversary was a happy time, so the house put everyone else to sleep. Lily at the table, her head on top of her algebra book. Moira in the kitchen leaned over the counter top, still holding the wet sponge. Troy and Bryan in the basement sprawled out on the floor.

Charles and Nora met in the front hall. It was nearly identical to the way it had been when they had been alive, all those years ago. Nora rested her head on Charles's chest. "Charles . . . where's our baby?"

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Wow, this chapter's kinda short, huh? Sorry 'bout that . . . Haha sometimes I just don't pay attention to the word count until I get to the end. Sometimes I add more on but not today . . . only because the only significance of this chapter was to put across the point that Tate really doesn't want to marry Violet but Violet doesn't give two shits. Okay . . . that is all. Please keep up the reviews, thanks a lot!