Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

A Friend in Need Pt. 2

I stretched my arms as I sat up from bed and glanced at the clock beside my bed frame. It was 9 in the morning. Sheesh. I hardly ever slept due to various reasons, whether it was because of a weeping spirit in my closet or sunshine playing peek-a-boo through my curtain. I had to get ready to hang out with Tate. The thought of the ghost boy passed through my mind, along with multiple questions I started to ponder. Who was he and what did he do to make Violet want to never see him again?  For that moment none of that mattered I had to get dressed. That's what was important.

I stared in the mirror at myself trying to decide on whether I was content with my outfit. I had already changed four times. I know that's a bit excessive, but today was a special day. It's not every day you get to hang out with a ghost especially on Halloween. The fact that ghosts and could roam around freely on this day still baffled me. This whole time I could have been standing next to one without even knowing, I could have even gotten candy from one while trick or treating. The thought was pretty exciting.

"Someone doesn't listen, " Violet said from behind me, making me jump, "You're still going out with him."

I had no idea that she was in the bathroom with me. I turned to face her as she sat in the tub and smoked a cigarette.

"You know I died right here, " she informed me.

"Please, don't ever do that again; you scared the living hell out of me, " I huffed, "How did you die anyway?"

"Suicide, " she shrugged, "I popped a bunch of pills by the sink, and by the time Tate reached the tub, it was too late."

My theories were correct. Tate was calling out for her, but why? Violet got out of the tub and walked over to me.

"He tried to save me. I'll praise him for that, " Violet continued, "But he's dangerous. You can't trust him, he'll only hurt you; he's trouble."

"What did he do, " I asked her.

Violet opened her mouth to speak just as I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hey, Y/n, " my cousin's voice said from the other side of the door, "There's a boy outside waiting for you. He said his name was Tate."

"Alright, dude," I yelled through the door, "I'll be out in a second."

"You'd better hurry because he's throwing eggs at our neighbor's house, " he chuckled, "That old bitch is gonna croak when she gets home."

"What, " I gasped, "In broad daylight?"

"What did I tell you? Trouble, " Violet said softly, "Have fun!"

In the blink of an eye, she had left me alone. I quickly left the bathroom and headed downstairs. No sane person eggs someone's house in broad daylight, where there are witnesses. The front door was wide open being as my cousin, Jake, was standing outside watching the havoc. I stood beside him and watched Tate continue to vandalize the residence. What the actual fuck?

"Hit the top window too, " Jake yelled to him, "I can't stand that old hag."

"Don't encourage this behavior, asshole, " I growled as I shoved Jake, "Ms. Constance is going to kill us when she finds out."

"No, she's going to kill you, " Jake laughed, "He's your boyfriend, not mine."

"He's not my boyfriend, we just met, and he asked me to hang out, " I rolled my eyes.

"Oh sure, " Jake folded his arms, "And where did you meet this so-called guy that's not your boyfriend?"

He was in my room last night.

"School, " I quickly came up with a lie, "He goes to Westfield. He's pretty unknown, though."

"I can tell, " Jake snickered, "I know everyone in Westfield, but I've never met him in my life, though his face looks familiar."