hypochondria // tate langdon

girl meets boy

i wouldn't start school until tomorrow, just because of getting moved in and all. but my dad went straight to work, someone had to pay for this giant house we were living in. i was pretty bored today. i took a short walk around the block, drew a lot, and listened to my vinyls. since we had lots of extra rooms in the house, one was the perfect one for an office for my dad's patients, he was a psychiatrist. i didn't like having strangers, some mentally worse than others, walk in and out of my house, but it wasn't worth a fight.

i was in my room drawing while listening to music when a drop of blood fell onto the white paper on my lap.

"oh fuck," i cursed, wiping my hand underneath my nose to reveal blood now smeared on my face and hand. great.

i rushed downstairs to look for some paper towels or napkins, but to my surprise, almost everything was still in boxes. and of course, mom was out running errands for her home diy projects, so i had no choice but to interrupt my dad's session with his patient.

i got to the two double doors and hovered my hand over the handle, but stopped when i heard what dad's patient was saying.

"it's a filthy world we live in. it's a filthy goddamn helpless world."

i smiled, almost forgetting my nose was bleeding for a minute.

"lydia, can you not see i'm with a patient?" my dad spotted me through the crack in the door, pretty irritated.

i opened the door and stepped into his office, his expression softening when he saw the blood dripping from my nose.

but i didn't care about my bloody nose. i cared about the patient of my dad.

he was a boy, who looked my age. he had brown roots that led to messy dark blonde hair. his eyes were dark brown and wide shaped. he sat crisscrossed on the sofa in front of my dad, picking at the rips in his washed-out jeans. he also wore a dark and light green striped sweater that was a size too big for him and beat up, black high top converse.

we took in each other's pleasant appearance, while my dad frantically looked for something to stop the bleeding.

"lydia. pretty name, you don't hear it often," the boy on the sofa said, for some reason stunning me he spoke. maybe he just shocked me out of my daze.

"as pretty as this?" i questioned, pointing at my messy, bloody nose.

"hmm, pretty close," he smiled.

he had a really pretty smile. different than any other i've seen. it was deathly contagious.

i smiled back, looking at my feet, forgetting blood is a liquid. blood dropped to the floor and on my converse shoes.

i quickly held my hand to my nose and picked my head back up, stifling a laugh.

my dad shoved a little white towel on my face, almost smothering me, "here, here, now i need to get back to my patient,"

"what's your-"

"lydia, out," my dad sighed, pointing to the door.

"tate,"

my face flushed a pink shade as i quickly left my dad's office, almost closing the door completely behind me, leaving a small crack.

"i am so sorry about that. please, continue," my dad huffed in embarrassment from behind the door.

i listened closely, curiosity getting the best of me.

"she's your daughter?" tate asked, completely disregarding my dad. just like me.

"oh-yes. but, back to your visions?" my dad again tried to get tate back on track.

"she's beautiful,"

butterflies.

i quietly tip-toed away and walked back up to my room, flopping myself on my bed, smiling at the events that just took place.

a while later it was night and my mom had been home for a while now.

"hey hun, how was your day?" she asked, standing on the other side of the kitchen counter of me.

"it was pretty good," i smiled, eating some cereal.

"oh yeah? your dad told me about your nose bleed incident," mom chuckled, resting her elbows on the surface.

"did he mention his patient?" i asked, scanning her face for any recognition.

"oh yeah, he told me about your little encounter," she smiled, teasing me.

"so, do you like him?"

i laughed, "i don't know him, mom,"

"you don't have to know someone to think they're cute," she stated, actually making a valid point.

"fine. maybe i think he's a little cute," i mumbled, looking down at my bowl.

mom physically squealed, pushing my shoulder.

i had never had a boyfriend and rarely talked about boys in my past. so you can tell this was very exciting for mom. i didn't know when i would see tate again, but i hope it was soon.

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author's note- lydia meets tate! enough of the boring background, i couldn't keep dragging it on. we need to amp up the action to 100%! i hope you guys enjoyed <3

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