Tate McRae Oneshots ✓

hate myself

Earth 21
Tate's View

My phone rings and I groan loudly.

"Yes?" Is it ask answering the phone.

"Woah, you okay?" Y/n asks.

"I don't want to talk about it." I say.

"My therapist said—" Y/n says.

"I don't give a fuck what your therapist said." I say.

I hang up and sigh.

20 minutes later...

I should probably call Y/n back and apologize.

The room door opens and Y/n comes in.

"I'm—" I say.

"I know. We all say things we don't mean when we're frustrated or angry. It's just something we all do. You just can't keep shutting me out. I'm here for you." Y/n says.

I can say things I don't always mean
When people get too close to me
Don't know where it comes from honestly

Y/n hands me a bag and I smile.

"I think that tastes awful but apparently you like it. Must be a Canadian thing." Y/n says.

"Fuckin' weirdos." Y/n mumbles.

I hug her and she smiles.

"You always have my back so I gotta have yours." She says.

And you weren't perfect, yeah, you have your lows

I smile and kiss her.

But I'd say you got pretty close
Don't know how you could put up with me

Time Skip

"We have to talk." Y/n says.

"Okay." I say.

"I really..." Y/n says.

I could replace thought with fought — it sounds better.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts

"We gotta do something..." Y/n says.

I should get rid of a line, it's not supposed to be that long.

Don't think that I understood

"I can't take this anymore. You're just shutting me out." Y/n says.

When you said that you just couldn't take it

"Mhmm." I say.

"Did you even listen to what I just said?" Y/n asks.

"Yeah, talk about something, do something different." I say.

Y/n sighs and gets up.

"I can't fucking believe this." Y/n mumbles walking away.

3 hours later...

"Y/n." I say going downstairs.

I see a piece of paper on the kitchen counter and I pick it up.