Time Tangled // Tate McRae ✓

"You Have Any Plans Today?"

Y/n's View

I open my eyes and see Tate staring at me. I shout and fall off the bed. I groan and she laughs.

"Sorry." Tate says helping me up.

"I thought you left last night." I say.

"Yeah, I've got my own place. I just came back to talk to you." Tate says.

"For what?" I ask.

"You have any plans today?" Tate asks.

"Not that I know of, I am unaware what Tucker has planned." I say.

"Are you two dating or something?" Tate asks.

"Absolutely not." I say, as she laughs.

"Then stop letting him dictate your every move." Tate says.

"Okay." I say.

"There's something about you, you're interesting. You're like a medieval queer." Tate says.

"I am not queer! That is taboo!" I say.

"Woah, woah, woah. Calm it down." Tate says.

"Are you trying to get me in trouble with the law?" I ask.

"The law?" Tate asks.

"Yes." I say.

"You're American right? Pretty sure they passed that in like 2015." Tate says.

"You can never be too safe." I say.

"Are you like... anti-gay or something? Cause I can't be associated with you if so." Tate says.

"What? No! I love the gays, I am all for equality. I love black people and Asians and white people, even the Mexicans - I love everyone. I love you." I say.

"Okay, Barney." She says.

"Who's that?" I ask.

"You didn't grow up on Barney?" She asks.

"I grew up with chicken on the Barney." I say.

"That's Barbie." She says.

"Yeah, that too." I say.

She laughs and I smile.

"Well, I'm going shopping. You should come with me." Tate says.

"I have no money. I just found out what inflation is yesterday. Now I know how Germany felt after the first war." I say.

She chuckles and smiles.

"I'll pay, the money's just burning a hole in my pocket anyways. Plus, you are in desperate need of skinny jeans." Tate says.

"You're a little late, Marilyn Monroe was wearing those when I was a kid." I say.

"What?" Tate asks.

"Bet you didn't know that she wore more than short skirts and dresses." I say.

Tate laughs and I smile.

I'm not sure why she's laughing but I think I just made my first friend in the 21st century.

Time Skip

"What about this?" Tate asks, taking a shirt off the rack.

"Who's that woman on the horse?" I ask.

"Beyonce?" Tate asks.

"I dunno who that is." I say.

"I can't tell if you're being serious or not." Tate says.