||I give my soul to you|| Tate x reader

Chapter 2

Dinner wasn't the best but there was still unpacking to do so it was acceptable. I put Ethan to sleep for the night since it was already 10pm, and headed outside to the front porch just for some air.

I stood out there for about an hour dwelling in my thoughts and staring at the sky until I was interrupted. "Hey" someone called. I looked towards the voice and saw a guy that looked around my age with curly blonde hair, standing in the front yard. "Can I help you?" I said with a slight attitude 'why is this guy even here?' I wondered. "I'm Tate. I live in the next house over and I just wanted to meet you," He replied scratching the back of his head "I saw you moving in this morning and no one has lived here for awhile so I thought I'd introduce myself." "Well my name's Y/n" I slightly smiled "Nice name." He smiled at my less tense state. "oh and, if you need help unpacking tomorrow I can you know, come over." He offered "Sure. Come around 3 and if my parents answer the door tell them I invited you." I replied "O-Ok. I'll be there" He stuttered "well I should get back inside now so I'll see you tomorrow Mr.Tate." I waved with a smile "Bye" He replied as I walked back inside.

I woke up kinda early and made breakfast for me and Ethan. Mom had already left to an interview at a new job leaving us with dad, who was still asleep. "What do you want for breakfast Ethan?" I asked sitting him on the counter "Cereal!" He replied kicking his feet "What kinda cereal?" "Fruit Loops!" He replied. I smiled at him and got out the bowls pouring us both cereal. I placed the bowls on the table and sat him in his seat "there you go buddy" I smiled as we ate together.

Later I began unpacking again, finally opening the bigger boxes. I pulled out my neatly folded clothes placing them in my dresser when I heard a knock at my door. "Come in!" I called standing up picking up Ethan with me and putting him on my hip. Just as I got up the door slightly opened and Tate walked in and closed the door behind him. "You're early" I softly laughed "Not really it's 2:59" He smiled "Y/n who's dat?" Ethan spoke up "Ethan this is Tate. Tate this is my younger brother, Ethan." I introduced "Hey little buddy" Tate smiled stepping closer. Ethan looked at Tate then back to me "Can I show him my toys?" He smiled " He's supposed to be helping me unpack our things" I replied "I'll bwe fast!" Ethan said excited "I wanna see his toys!" Tate pouted "Ok fine!" I sighed putting Ethan down. He ran up to Tate and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his toy ben.

After showing Tate each one of his toys at least twice, Ethan took a nap. "That was fun" Tate chuckled sitting in my desk chair "How old is he?" "3" "cool" He smiled "Now we can finally unpack" I sighed opening a box that had music written on the side. Tate got up and looked into the huge box "oooo you listen to Kurt Cobain and Nirvana?" He said holding up some of my CDs "yeah. They're pretty cool" I said taking them and putting them in a drawer. "You play guitar?" He asked pulling out your electric/acoustic guitar from the box and examining it. The (f/c) paint shined as it reflected the light in my bedroom "Yeah. I've been playing since I was 8" I replied taking it from him and placing it on a stand. "What songs can you play?" He asked taking a seat at the foot of my bed "I don't play for people..." I mumbled putting away various items. I only played for Ethan. Never anyone else and that wasn't about to change. "Why not? I bet you sound great!" He whined "I just don't like to," I replied. "Plus don't you have to leave? Won't your mom worry or something?" "Nah if you want I could stay longer so we can hang out?" He replied "I just met you yesterday and you make it sound like we hangout all the time" I giggled "Because I like you! You have good taste in music, an awesome little brother, and a killer personality." He smiled. Later he left saying something about having to talk to a friend about something. To be completely honest, I enjoyed Tate's company. He was an interesting character to my new life.

About 2 months passed and Tate and I hung out on various occasions after his first visit. "Hey Y/n" he said Climbing in through my window "You can't keep coming through the window" I laughed "It's not my fault your mom hates me" he smiled plopping on the bed "She doesn't hate you she just has trust issues" I said sitting criss-crossed at the foot of the bed. "Yeah specifically towards me" he chuckled. It was always like this when he came over. Just small talk about random things. "How come you never tell me about yourself? You know almost everything about me and I don't even know your last name!" I whined pulling on his foot "Why do you need to know my last name? So you can see how it fits with your name in front of it?" He joked "What!? No!" I blushed "Just tell me stuff about you!" I whined, purposely trying to be annoying "It's Langdon." He smiled "What?" "My last name dumbo" he chuckled "Tate Langdon.... cool" I replied.