STUCK (Tate Langdon x Y/N)

new buyers

                           15 years later

Well, where do I begin? It's been fifteen years of waiting about in this house for something cool to happen. Tate and I are still going strong, obviously been through a couple ups and downs along the way, arguments, fights, killings. But there's been so many more good moments in this house, more than there ever have been before.

It's 2011, things have changed. MP3s are no longer 'cool' and everyone uses smartphones instead. Hardly anyone uses records anymore, they just use little discs that have the song stored on them.

Did I mention that Kurt Cobain died? Hit Tate a little hard, but he got over it. Cars are much more modern now, everyone seems to be driving Hondas. I kinda miss the whole vibes of 1994, yes I went through a lot that year, but I love the nineties, I loved everything about it.

It's really weird seeing the kids from school grown up, when I've stayed the same the entire way through. Haven't changed in looks since 93, I mean I'm not complaining, but it's weird seeing them with families and jobs, because all I knew them as were annoying kids at Westfield.

Life's different, I knew it would be, and I've learned to appreciate every little thing in life, even arguing with Tate. They bring us closer together. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

"Boo!" He yelled.

"Tate! You scared me!" I persisted, pushing him arm.

"I'm sorry," Tate smiled, "You seen the sign yet?"

"Yeah... god! I wish people didn't have to move in here all the time. Prissy Marcy already knows what's happened here and she keeps selling the place."

"I know," he said, stroking my arm, "Gives us a little excitement though, never knowing who's coming next."

"Mhm, I guess you're right. Wonder who'll be next though, maybe a family or something." I said, looking across the place.

"Need some variation, not just couples." Tate murmured, "The best couples already claimed the house."

"What, you mean Chad and Patrick? Yeah I agree they're sooo cute together!" I said, sarcastically.

Tate looked down at me, with annoyed yet joking looking eyes.

"You know I'm only kidding, anyways. We have to get the house looking tidy, there's a viewing today. Some sort of psychiatrist." I told him, breaking free from his grasp.

"Psychiatrist you say?" Tate whispered.

"Yes?" I whispered back, "Why are we whispering?"

Tate laughed,

"I don't know." He said to me with a smile on his face, "I'll be in the backyard if you need me."

I gave him a smile and then went upstairs to check the house was clean. I did rounds making sure everywhere was somewhat presentable, and then I heard Marcy come in.

"Yes, yes I know they're coming from Boston, they'll be here in ten minutes, just have to check the place is- oh. Looks like it's already been tided." Marcy said speaking on her phone.

My handiwork.

Ding, dong.

They're here.

Tate came over to me, and stood at the archway close to the door with me.

"Welcome." Marcy said to them, opening the front door.

There was a strawberry blonde woman holding a dog, a taller dark haired man and a blonde haired teenage girl.

Oh god, not another girl around here. I thought to myself.

They walked into the kitchen and Marcy asked,
"Do you cook?"

"Viv is a great cook." The man said, "I got her cooking lessons a few years ago, she ended up teaching the teacher a few things."

"Cooking lessons? Romantic." Marcy said, with a fake smile on her face, "Aren't you a psychologist?"

"Psychiatrist." The man said, "You said something on the phone about there being a study that I could use as a home office? I'm planning on seeing patients here so I can spend more time with the family."

"How refreshing." Marcy said.

Their dog started yapping towards the basement door, I panicked thinking one of the ghosts didn't know they were here.

"Violet, honey, would you go see where Hallie went?" Vivien said.

Violet, huh? She walked towards the basement, I took Tate's hand and followers her and then Violet said,

"What are you yapping at?" as she opened the door.

It got stuck, but in the end she got it opened and slowly walked down the steps. I stayed at the top of the staircase with Tate, hand in hand, watching her ponder about the basement. She saw that there was nothing there and walked back, Tate brushed down the stairs past her and pulled me down with him.

"So what do you think of em?" He said to me.

"Yeah, I guess they're okay. Not too sure about the Violet girl, though." I said.

"Aw is someone worried she'll take me away from you?" Tate said with a smirk.

"No!" I said, hitting his arm, "She just gives me depressed teenager vibes, I feel like she's not gonna be any fun."

"Yeah, I can see that part." Tate said, "Look and there's no need to worry about her trying to make moves on me, I'm right here with you alright?"

I nodded, and he continued by saying,

"So I had an idea. Basically, I'm gonna ask to see the psychiatrist and become a patient, so that I can be around this house freely over the time of appointments, get to know who we're dealing with."

"Hey, that's a great idea. Let's head back up and see them." I implied.

"Okay. But seriously y/n... don't worry."

I smiled at him and we walked back up the steps, arm in arm.