Thank you so much if you're reading this right now. Me being bored is leading to new chapters, probably often.
Disclaimer; I do NOT own American Horror Story, or any of the characters, except for maybe half of Catherine.
Catherine's POV.
A few days went, without anything being heard from the neighbours. The school didn't start for another three days, so she had some time prioriting listening to her music, and enjoying her own activities.
Catherine went downstairs for the first time today, to get a glass of water. Her parents were at their new work, so she had the house to her self.
Out of nowhere, she completely forgot about the water, and started wandering the halls of the downstairs. Something which she hadn't explored yet was the basement. It couldn't really be that intriguing, but at least it was something.
Catherine carefully placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it, resulting in the basement door to open.
She took a few cautious steps while exploring the little of the basement which she could se from the top of the stairs. Her steps became quicker and quicker for every second, at it almost felt like she was going to trip and fall.
Luckily, she kept herself on her feet. Catherine felt the empty space in front of her for some kind of way to turn on the lights.
Without looking for too long, she felt a thin string, and pulled it. The lights turned on, and revealed the basement, looking untouched for a long time.
Catherine didn't let that stop her, and she felt like exploring the basement. Without a single doubt, she made her way into the centre of the middle room, and then looked at the other doors, each one leading to a different room.
One of the rooms had a bright, quite annoying turqouise light shining - one of the reasons why she picked that room in particular.
Catherine walked without a single fear in her mind, and studied the room with her gaze. "Nothing" she mumbled to her self, grunting in disappointance.
"I'm sure there's a bunch of stuff if you just look"
She recognized the voice, even though she only heard it twice. "Tate, why the fuck are you in our basement?" Catherine asked, surprisingly calmed and emphasized 'fuck'.
Tate just shrugged innocently, and took a few steps toward Catherine. "I'm actually supposed to be at the shrink right now" he revealed, not seeming to care what she thought about him.
"Yeah, sure. Just get out of the basement" Catherine spoke, her eyes glued to Tate.
"Are you saying I can stay?"
Catherine moved her gaze from Tate, toward to exit of the room.
"I'm saying you can hide or something"
Tate's POV.
Tate showed a small hint of a smile flustering across his lips, and simply nodded. "So you mean we're going up to your room?" he asked, all the shyness apparently long gone.
She didn't seem annoyed to him, more fascinated. He liked that.
Catherine shrugged, and turned her head at him. "C'mon" she quietly spoke, and grabbed his wrist, guiding him out of the basement, and up the stairs.
Catherine's POV.
"We're not friends" Catherine said as soon as Tate closed the door behind them.
Tate didn't seem to react to her statement, and just watched the new decor of the room. He seemed somewhat pained whilst exploring it. He made his way over to her bed and sat down without looking at her once.
"Are you like.. depressed or something?" she asked, mildly regretting it afterwards.
Tate shook his head lightly, but then stopped. "I don't know if I'm feeling good"
Catherine had nothing to comment, so she sat down on the opposite side of the bed. "Do you want to listen to music or something? You look kinda grunge, like Nirvana?"
Tate smiled to him self, without Catherine being capable of seeing it. "Yeah, they're good" he said in a low tuned voice.
She nodded, and grabbed her phone neatly placed on the bed. Catherine unlocked the screenlock, and went to her playlist, looking for something by Nirvana.
The first song she found was About A Girl. Catherine put it on play, and Tate seemed to recognize it at once, not really reacting at first though, but simply enjoyed the music.
He now sat facing Catherine, with his eyes glued to her phone.
I need an easy friend. I do, with an ear to lend.
I do think you fit this shoe. I do, won't you have a clue.
I'll take advantage while. You hang me out to dry.
But I can't see you every night, free.
I'm standing in your line. I do hope you have the time.
I do pick a number two. I do keep a date with you.
I'll take advantage while. You hang me out to dry.
But I can't see you every night, free.
I need an easy friend. I do, with an ear to lend.
I do think you fit this shoe. I do, won't you have a clue.
I'll take advantage while. You hang me out to dry.
But I can't see you every night. No I can't see you every night, free.
Tate moved his lips to the words at times, but never sang.
"What's your favourite song?" she asked when the music stopped. Tate's eyes were lifted to hers, and he spoke directly.
"Smells Like Teen Spirit"
Catherine laughed, and cupped her face in her hands. She quickly raised her head and shook it.
"You're not supposed to like Smells Like Teen Spirit. It's become such a cliché over the years. Even Cobain hates it."
Tate didn't seem mad or even touched by the words. "I guess I like Rape Me then"