The Basement Door

Eight.

When she was done, Violet ran to her room, hoping Tate would run after. Because she was a ghost, she was able to change into whichever clothes she wanted right away, but Tate appeared as she was putting her leggings on. “You’re still naked,” she said as she was was eyeing him from top to bottom. Tate laughed and claimed that he was in his best form, especially in front of Violet. Violet began to blush, remembering what had just happened in the bathroom. While Tate went ahead and found clothes to put on through Violet’s closet (clothes he had hid there just incase), she came up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Let’s lay down, and just talk. You know, like we used to. If you don’t, I’ll tickle you. And I think we both know how you react to being tickled,” she said in hopes he’d stay with her, forever. She looked up at Tate once he was done getting dressed and wondered what thoughts went racing in his mind whenever he looked at her. Violet was always curious about his eyes and the stories they had to tell, whether they were sad, or happy, angry, or insane. 

She held his hand, hoping he’d agree to climb into bed with her and stay.

Tate laughed at her, as she played with his hair. He never let anyone mess with his Goldie locks. He kissed her neck, and stealthily stole the towel from her; drying himself off.

He noticed that she left he bathroom, but quite frankly he didn’t want to leave. The bathroom was warm, and humid. Just the way he liked it. But he decided to trot down the hallway after Violet. Screw his clothes, he didn’t need them. He drained the water, and chased Violet down the hallway, the cold hit him like a semi truck. He laughed.

As he reached the bedroom, he looked at Violet who was in her leggings and bra. “Attractive.” He looked at her. he noticed she was looking at him down there, just then he realized that he was naked. “Oh…” He blushed. He ran back down the hall and got his four leave clover boxers. “Wow, these are fucking lucky.” he whispered to himself, as he scurried back down the hallway to reach Violet’s room again.

He noticed she was laying down, so he followed her, hoping onto the bed. He looked down at the warm and clean girl. He laughed before he shook his head fast, sending water droplets from his hair onto Violet. Her reaction caused him to laugh even more. “Sorry.” He lied down with her, and embraced her in a bear hug. “How are you?” He asked the clique question again. 

Violet met his eyes to start conversing with him as she pulled a blanket on top of both of them. She positioned herself so that she would almost be cradled by Tate and buried herself into his chest. “How am I? I can’t really described how I am right now. It’s a little too surreal for me,” she explained answering his question. 

“I just never thought you’d…” she continued with a long sigh, “stay, I don’t know. I get scared easily now, I believe. That you’ll leave. But, when you’re here, I feel infinite. Perfect… How about you, Tate?” Violet was curious to know and couldn’t shake off that something may have been wrong with Tate, he looked a little more pensive than usual. 

She grabbed his hand and and played with it, passing her dainty fingers over the lines on his palm realizing his “life line” wasn’t all that long to begin with. “I thought that crap was complete bullshit…” she thought to herself. She proceeded to look at hers too. “Yikes,” she thought. 

Tate looked at her in confusion, but kissed her in silence, he kissed her hard, wrapping his arm around her waist, almost putting his weight on top of her. Violet loved when he would do that. She felt the safest, whenever she was in Tate’s arms. 

Their passionate kiss, however, was slightly interrupted by a knock on the door. “Violet… Vi, honey. Can I come in?” It was Violet’s father. Tate quickly sat up onto the bed, and Violet laughed. “It’s locked,” she whispered to him, “They know they can’t come in when it’s locked. It’s been like that for a year now.” Tate sighed in relief, but Violet knew she would have to tell her parents soon, even though she didn’t care what their reactions would be like anymore. She continued, “I needed time to myself… I was lost without you. I just didn’t know how to go about it, I guess.” She frowned a bit, even a small tear escaping her eye, remembering how horrific that was. Tate put on a worrisome frown for a second, and pulled Violet into him, kissing her on the forehead.

After a minute or so, she heard her father walk away, and continued kissing Tate, this time ending on top of him. She’d missed him so much she’d gotten aggressive over the past year. Tate was a little confused with her dominance, but didn’t question her motions. Violet was just so happy to be with him.