STUCK (Tate Langdon x Y/N)

robichaux

The flight was long and lonely. I realised on the plane, that I hadn't spent a day without Tate in 20 years. This was the first time I hadn't been with him.

I cant even imagine what he's going through, being stuck there. I still can't believe what he's done for me, what he did. I miss him so much, and all the bones in my body are telling me to go back to him but I know this is what he wants me to do.

I guess I have e-mail, but he never really learnt how to use that thing, and I can't even use letters because it's going to Ben and Vivien's house.

The car pulled up, and we'd arrived at a large white building.

The door was opened for me, and when I stepped out, I saw the building for itself. It was a huge, sophisticated looking place and it had a plaque outside of it. It read 'Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies'.

I'd heard about this place, and I was kind of excited to see what was to offer. The gates opened themselves and we walked up the path and to the doors.

Cordelia opened them with a flick of her fingers and all the girls scurried off in different directions.

"So, y/n. The drivers are getting your stuff out of the car for you now, I'm going to show you to your room." Cordelia said kindly.

The stairs were majestic and modern. Almost everything was white and it just looked and felt clean.

We walked down a hallway and Cordelia pushed open one of the doors.

"Here we are."

I smiled and walked past her, the room was quite simple, but had a very calm vibe to it.

"Thank you, Cordelia." I told her, as she walked out.

Several minutes later the driver came up with my luggage and set it down by my bed. I thanked him and decided it would be a good idea to unpack everything while I had nothing to do.

I knew doing this would make me feel down, because almost every item I own has some connection to the house. I went through two of the suitcases, and then got to the final one.

I picked it up and set it on the bed, and unzipped it. There were clothes as usual, but there was also a thin strip of card that looked very worn down.

What is this? I thought to myself.

I picked it up, and slowly turned it around, and when I saw what was on the other side, my heart shattered.

It was our photo booth photos from back in 93. He kept them, I actually have some record of him now. I can see his face. The tears came straight away, and I realised how much I longed to be back with him again.

The pictures had sentimental value. They weren't just some random things taken, they were taken the first night I left the house with him, the first day we discovered new things, the first day I realised I was terrified of the ghost train... when I looked again at them, I saw Tate's name written at the bottom, with a little heart before it. He knew to give it to me, he knew I'd want it.

I knew the next few days would just be this. Feeling lost, as if I don't belong. But I know that one day I'll see him again, whether it's in two weeks or two years, I have comfort knowing I can always go back to him. At any time.

I put the pictures on my nightstand, and continued to unpack everything. By the time I was finished, it was almost 5:00pm. I quickly plugged in my laptop, allowing it to charge so I could contact Tate as soon as possible.

I was called downstairs by Madison, and I walked into the dining area and saw all the witches sat down.

"Hey, y/n. Delia here wants to give you a little introduction." Madison told me.

"Okay..." I said with a laugh, sitting down beside Zoe.

"Later on tonight, we're going to test your abilities. After a little bit of teaching, of course, but just to know the scale you're on." Cordelia continued, "Now there's no need to panic if you can't do anything yet, there's nothing to worry about. I just want to test if my theories correct."

"Tonight?" I asked, "Okay, well I have a little bit of a problem, any of you guys good with technology?"

"I am." Zoe said, "I've had practice with my boyfriend, long story. I'll be up to help you any minute."

"Thank you, Zoe." I told her, "Thank you everyone."

I walked upstairs and Zoe quickly followed.

"Hey," she said, "what's the problem?"

"Just wondering how you send an email..." I said slowly, "I haven't really used one of these computer things before."

"You haven't used a computer?" She said with a cheerful giggle.

"Zoe, I died 25 years ago. It's hard to develop to." I laughed back, and we just kept laughing at eachother.

She got email up for me, and as she was leaving she spotted the photos.

"Is this the guy from back in L.A?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah..." I said sadly.

"Y/n... I'm really sorry we couldn't get him out." Zoe told me, just before she left.

I gave her a quick smile, and then turned quickly to my laptop.

Hey Tate!

Just testing this crap out, try your best to send me an email back if you get this.

Love you,

From y/n.