Tate x Reader I Think I Like It Here..

Chapter Two

      Boxes boxes boxes. So many god damn boxes and its angering me. I finally finished unpacking my room. We ate breakfast and my dad seemed to be in a daze. It's weird. After breakfast I finished in my room and now I'm helping my mom with some more. Now I'm out in the back yard crushing boxes for my dad to take to a recycling center soon. There are far to many to put in the dumpster. "Do you need some help with that" I jump quickly turning around, startled. My eyes meet a pair of brown ones "Tate?" He smiled "that's me." I sigh "you better not make sneaking up on me a habit." "So, do you need help?" He said looking at me. I studied his features a little before replying, "um, yea fuck it. I could really use help." He nodded before picking up a box and ripping some tape off of it. "You done in your room yet?" "Yeah" I nod throwing a flattened box into the back of my dads truck. He hummed in response.

      We continued to work in an awkward silence. With a few questions lingering in my brain. "Hey, can I ask you something?" He looked up at me "hit me" he said sitting criss cross in the grass. I looked down at him before sitting in front of him "yesterday, when you broke into my house you said 'this was her room' who's room was it?" His expression dropped, that longing look in his eyes returning. "It was Violets room." That didn't answer my question. "Who is that?" I continue to study his face not sure of what he is thinking "She was my girlfriend." A tear ran down his cheek. I moved my hand up slightly to wipe it off out of instinct but stopped myself. He looks down at my hand before looking back into what seems to be a mail box but I think he kinda dazed off.

       "Well, what happened if you don't mind me asking. Was she a Harmon?" His sad eyes looked into mine again "She was. We broke up. She ran away after her parents passed.. I loved her. I still do. I-I fucked up." He looks down crying softly. I felt bad I know first hand how bad that is. I softly put my hand on his knee "hey, it will be okay. Trust me I know what you are going through." He looked up at me his eyes now red and slightly puffy "you've had your heart broken?" I nodded "yeah, my ex cheated on me after 3 years." I lifted my hands to wipe the tears off his cheeks "It was horrible I've never been more sad I loved them I would've done anything for them just to find out that for 2 of those 3 years was a lie. I took it pretty rough but I eventually got over them and im better now." "Can you teach me?" Tate asked his face lighting up slightly "teach you what?" I said "how to get over her." He said playing with the grass. I smiled "sure, but for now you should go get some rest. I can finish this on my own." He nodded "you sure? I can still help." He said getting up, holding his hand out to help me up. I took his hand standing up wiping any grass off the back of my pants. "I'm sure. And after we finish getting unpacked and settled in I'll gladly try to help you get over your break up." He nodded slowly before turning around "goodbye, Tate." He quickly turned back "goodbye?" I looked at him confused "yes?" He looked at the boxes then back at me "maybe I should stay there are a lot of them still left it will be faster if we both do it." I shook my head "if I need any help I'll just ask my dad and there aren't that many left anyway I got it. Go ahead home and reeest" Tate sighed before leaving.

      After I finished the boxes I went to the kitchen to get some water and my dad was in front of the stove the smell of gas lingering. "Ugh we need to get a new stove that thing reeks." I say walking to the counter sitting on a stool. He didn't answer me. "Dad?" No answer. "Daaaad" I grabbed a wash cloth of the counter and threw it at him hitting the back of his head. He jolted slightly "wh-what." I stood up walking behind him "are you okay dad?" He turned to face me putting his hand around my shoulder "I'm fine babygirl I just feel a little out of it.." I looked at him worried "maybe you should go lay down I'll bring you some lunch." He nodded "that would be nice." He walked past me going upstairs. I looked at the stove, it was on. I turned all the burners off before making my dad a sandwich then bringing it to him along with water and an apple.

       I was sitting in my room laying with my back against the floor and my legs pressed against the wall. Music blasting though the room while reading a comic book. I heard a knock on my door. I got up turning my music down before I opened it. My mom was outside of my door with a big smile. "Guess what I found in the art room."

       "A mural? What type? What are you talking about?" I asked while following her down stairs. "You ask to many questions. It's just a mural I don't know what it looks like yet I'm thinking we should take off the wall paper." When we got to the room there was a few things in the room. My mom walked to a corner of it pulling a small bit of wallpaper up "lookie." I nodded "it looks cool I can help you take it off if you need." My mom smiled "thank you sweetheart but I'm not doing it today but actually could you take these down to the basement for me." Pointing over at a few smaller boxes.

      I put the last box down in the basement when I heard a rolling noise across the room. On a normal day I would leave. But I was curious so I began to follow the sound. This is so stupid. This is how I'm gonna get killed. I can't fucking see. I stop when I see a red ball rolling across the floor stopping right before my feet. What the fuck. I bend down to pick it up. "You know he isn't who you think he is." A female voice says. I jump turning around startled "what the hell, who are you?" I ask as she gets closer she has dirty blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes. "A ghost." I scoff "real funny. What is people's issues with breaking into my house?" The girl smiled "you really think you can be happy here?" I am so confused "yes?" She shook her head "I got in through the back door." I nodded "so everyone I'm the neighborhood has a fetish for this house, huh" She smiled "yes. I actually lived here once. And I know for a fact you can't trust Tate. He might seem like a nice guy but he really isn't." I chuckled "you must be Violet. Look I get it Tate is off the menu I wasn't attracted to him like that anyway so.." She squinted at me "no. what? I'm just telling you I fell for it too and I dont want another fuck up in this house." I am so fucking confused why is she being so vague. "Okay, well I'm sorry for  what happened with your family and all that but you can't stay here you have to go." She rolled her eyes as she left.

       Tomorrow is my first day of school and I'm scared as balls I hate going to new schools everyone looks at you like your life is any of their business or like you are some strange unnatural creature of the night. They act as if they never met a new person before. I was doing a sketch of a woman nothing special just bored. My mom then stood next to me. I looked up from my desk smiling at her "hey" she smiled back "did you know this house came with a house keeper?" I shook my head no "are you gonna hire him?" She moved to sit on the corner of my bed "her. And I am thinking about it. I just feel like we can really be happy here." I nodded "I hope so" after Griffen died a year ago our old house was just to much. Everything reminded me of him. Even thinking if him makes me cry still. A tear rolls down my cheek to which my mom wipes away. My moms eyes were now also watering looking at me before putting her hand on the side of my face and kissing my forehead. "You get some rest. Okay?" I nodded as she stood up and left the room closing the door behind her.

       I got into my pajamas brushed my teeth then got into bed.

A/N: nothing special to say now I'm just not sure what should happen in the story yet this is just a draft so yeah give me ideas please. So yeah okay bye.