-Tates POV-

'G..Ghost? You're shitting me Vi. I know I pissed you off but theres no point in making up petty stories' I snapped.

'I wouldn't expect some numbskull jock to understand shit.' She muttered under her breath, walking to the end of her bed, her arms were folded across her chest, she was clearly uncomfortable.

'Numbskull jock? is that seriously what you think of me?' I laughed harshly in my same old shitty sarcastic manner.

'Does it fucking matter' She replied, her eyes not leaving the floor.

'Right now, no. Who the fuck was that guy? Evan or whatever his name was. You're gonna go sick at me for having a girlfriend but think its okay for you to have a boyfriend?' I hissed, walking to stand infront of her.

'So you're admitting you have a girlfriend?' She whispered nonchalantly, a smirk playing on her lips.

'No.. I.. fuck. Violet stop messing around and answer my goddamn questions!' I growled, pushing Violet onto her bed before hitting my head in anger. Fuck. The voices are getting louder, I was about to go full on crazy.

'Fuck Tate, calm down!' Violet yelled, looking up in panic.

'I'll calm the fuck down when you tell me who he is' I growled, my nails digging into my palms to try and avoid swinging my arms about.

'I already told you, He's Evan.' She whispered, sitting upright on her bed. She had a look of worry on her face.. worry for herself? no. not her, shes worried about me.

'Evan who' I asked, my voice cold and demanding.

'Sit down, we can talk like mature adults' She purred, her eyes melting into mine.

I instantly calmed down, the voices seemed to get quieter with each small breath I took. She's my angel.. Shes my saviour.

I lay down on my stomach, resting my head on Violets lap and let her stroke my hair.. I was in heaven.

I didn't know the devil could make trips to heaven.

'Do you remember that story I told you in the basement? about the Montgomery's?' Violet asked quietly, her nails scratching softly on my scalp.

I didn't reply, I just nodded my head slightly as a sign for her to carry on talking.

'Well I know you're a tough cookie to crack, clearly.. but its all true. Ghost's live here Tate. This isn't my home, or my fucking parents.. its theirs.' She whispered.

I turned my head to look up at her, She was fucking beautiful. But the sincerity on her face let me know she wasn't kidding.

'So Evan's a ghost?' I mumbled, determined not to take my eyes from her.

'Yup, been here since 1994. He died here when he was 17, so hes our age.. technically.' She replied softly before budging her legs so she could lay down next to me.

We turned to face eachother, this was how it was supposed to be.. this is how I wanted it to be.

'How did he die?' I asked, genuinely interested.

'You know, you're taking this quite well considering I've just told you I'm living in a house full of ghosts' She chuckled sweetly

I grinned at her giggle. 'Yeah, I am but thats okay. There are more messed up things out there'

'Like what?' She asked

'Me' I replied without even thinking twice.

'Oh and you're so dangerous?' She laughed, her cute little nose scrunching up at the same time.

I had to change the subject.. I couldn't let her know how fucked up I was.. how dark I was. I couldn't let her know of the thoughts that have been eating away at my already numb brain.

'You're beautiful, Violet Harmon' I whispered heavily, intertwining her fingers with mine.

I instantly saw her cheeks flash a ruby red colour. 'I...uh, I..' She stuttered

'Oh come on guys, enough of that' A voice rang out from the corner of her bedroom.

I jumped up in shock, but Violet didn't. Funny.. I guess she must be used to this crap.

Evan walked over to the end of the bed with his arms stretched high into the air, he yawned before he started to talk. Could dead people even get tired?

'What the fuck do you want' I groaned

'Whoa, Vi your boyfriend has a sharp mouth' He laughed strongly.

'He's not my boyfriend' I heard her reply, sitting up next to me.

Ouch. That hurt more than expected.

'Oh so you're single? Just my luck' He smirked, grabbing Violet's hand and pulling her off of the bed.

I watched them dance around the room for a few minutes before my jealousy got the best of me.

'Dude, enough' I snapped

They stopped instantly. 'I wondered when you'd butt in, you took your sweet time. Rule number 1..' Evan started, placing Violet's hand in mine as he spoke. 'Don't let your girl dance with another suitor' He grinned foolishly, jumping on the bed at my side, Violet's hand was still in mine. I wasn't complaining, obviously.

'Uhh.. Okay' I stuttered, I was so confused.

'We didn't get to meet properly. I'm Evan' He grinned

'I'm uh, Langdon.. Tate Langdon' I responded, my hand growing hot from the sweat from Violet's palm.. she's nervous. cute.

'Well, Langdon..Tate Langdon, How did you meet Vi?' He asked, he was clearly trying to be friendly.. I didn't think he was a threat towards me and Violet.. Mason on the other hand, was.

'We met at Westfield' I spoke, more confidently this time.

'Westfield? I went there, piece of shit' He laughed, turning onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

'Tell me about it' I scoffed.

'Aren't you going to ask?' He smirked

'Ask.. Ask what?'

'How I died. C'mon, I know you want to know'

'I didn't know if it was a touchy topic or not' I shot back, this time.. the sweat was coming from my palms.

'Nawh, I've had since 1994 to live with it. So do you wanna know?' He asked again, turning his head to look in my direction.

I looked at Violet for confirmation that he wasn't fucking with me, when she nodded, I was reassured.

'Sure' I smiled weakly, pulling Violet over the end of the bed into my lap. I didn't want to let go of her hand, but my arm was also getting pretty fucking tired.

Once Violet was settled in an embrace, we both faced Evan for what seemed to be like one of those shitty story times in kindergarten.. except I'm sure this is gonna be fucked up.

'I died, in the master bedroom just down the hall.. I killed myself.. well at least I thought I did, but I didn't.. I was poisoned, at Westfield High, actually.' He started

'Poisoned? Shit, with what?' I asked

'Turns out it was Sarin.. Its some deadly nerve gas. Symptoms are a runny nose and tightness in the chest, So I just thought I was ill y'know? So I left school early and came home.. I obviously, was living here at the time. My breathing soon became constricted and thats when the nausea sets in. Next, you lose control of all your bodily functions and quickly become comatose. At that point, your body convulses and spasms while you suffocate. Nice way to go huh?' He scoffed

'Do you know who did it?' I asked slowly, I didn't know when I'd be crossing the line.

'Nope, somebody obviously didn't like me very much. I think it was some jock called Peter Boggs. He hated me, fucking hated me.' He shrugged his shoulders.

'Why did he hate you?' I whispered, the tension was rising in the room, I could cut it with a fucking knife.

'There was this new girl in school, called Piper. She was quite like Violet actually, she instantly caught my eye.. she was fierce, tough.. she was strong. I liked her, but so did the star of the track team.. fucking Peter Boggs. She chose me in the end and he couldn't fucking hack it' He whispered, pain painted a new face. He was clearly hurt remembering her.

I was silent for a few minutes, comparing this situation to my own.. it sounded fucking familiar. I was a jock.. star of the track team, Violet was like Piper.. and as much as I wanted to shake it off.. Evan was exactly like Mason.

'Wait.. did you say Boggs?' Violet abruptly exclaimed, leaning forward from my chest.

'Uh, yeah why?' Evan replied, I noticed he smiled whenever Violet spoke.

'Theres some chick in our class, called Stephanie Boggs.. I think she has a brother, Peter' She replied, piecing the bits together.

'Shit yeah, Peter's her brother, hes engaged actually' I added. Shit, this is information that she told me, I had no fucking clue I actually acknowledged it.

'Probably to Piper. Once I was announced dead, he made his move because she was fragile. How fucking sick is that?' Evan scowled

'Did she not suspect you were murdered or some shit?' Violet asked, she obviously felt for him.

'Nah. My death was at a convenient time, the day after Kurt Cobain's. I was a big Nirvana fan so everybody assumed I just offed myself because Kurt died, y'know like so many other teens did' He replied.

'How many ghosts are in this house?' I asked suddenly

'20 or so.' Evan smiled.

'Shit' I replied, my eyes turning cold. I didn't like the fact Violet lived here with these.. these ghosts.

'I need to go, I'll pick you up tomorrow Vi, to drive to school?' I announced, getting off of the bed.

'Sure thing' She smiled sweetly, scuffling over to lean against her headrest.

'Cool, I'll see you later Evan' I waved.

I let myself out of the front door once I had reached it, closing it quietly behind me. I didn't want to disturb the Harmons, especially the doc. I want his approval, as pathetic as it sounds.

I just made it to the fence, about to leave until a hand touched my shoulder.

'Shit' I gasped, spinning around. It was Evan.

'Evan.. whats up?' I asked, my heart rate slowing down back to normal.

'Violet's depressed, clearly. I just wanted to tell you.. if you fuck her up anymore, You'll suffer.' He whispered heavily, his eyes as black as coal.. this kid.. he was exactly like me.

'Trust me.. I wont.' I shot back, but he was already gone.