Tate x Reader twisted nerve

sensitivity

 
   "Tate... You are everything to me.

I can't imagine you not being here. I enjoy spending time with you most nights, just doing the things I normally do... but together, with you. It's just... I am so tired of just staying here in this room with you. How come I can't go to your house?"

Tate started to laugh...
"You really got me going there, I thought you were expressing your love to me, but you're unsatisfied..."

You pushed him playfully and put your book down; looking at him with slight annoyance.

"Well, if you put it that way that makes me sound needy." You said.
Tate and you were both laying on your bed reading.

"mm...It's okay to be needy." He spoke slightly.

"So... can we go to your house???" You asked.

Tate put his book down and sighed.
"I like it here better, just staying here is enough for me."

You put your head down on the bed. With a muffled voice you spoke.
"Not for me..."

Tate noticed your sad face, he wished to take you to other places. To do whatever you wanted. He wanted to please you. But there was nothing he could do with him being a spirit.
Tate came to a conclusion. It was almost the end of October and Halloween was coming.

"On Halloween I'll take you somewhere, I know you'll enjoy it." Tate said.

"Really!? That makes me very happy, but... why on Halloween? How come we just can't go somewhere now? It's like your keeping me a secret. Like you're ashamed." You replied.

Tate got up from laying down and started pacing around the room with clenched fists. His brows were furrowed looking sort of angry.

"Why are you wanting to go somewhere with me so bad? Can't you be satisfied?! With just me, here, now!" Tate exclaimed with irritation.

You were startled and just looked at him. You stood up as well and walked passed him. You started walking down stairs.

"Hey, where are you going?"

He started to follow you, you went into the living room and sat on the couch. Then to your surprise tears started to build up. You tried to hold back from crying but it became too much and you let the tears flow.

'Why am I crying?' You thought.

"Why are you crying?" Tate asked.

"..." you say nothing.

"(Y/N), you know what... you got to stop being so damn sensitive. I can't deal with this today." Tate says.

Tate leaves without another word. He leaving made you feel more alone. Unknown to you he wasn't doing it on purpose. Even though he knew he would hurt your feelings; he had to say what he had to, too avoid telling you the truth about himself. He desperately wants to tell you everything about how he's not human, but afraid of what your reaction would be.

"Maybe I'm asking for too much..." you say, wiping your tears away.

Tate doesn't tell me much about himself. He doesn't have a phone. He likes old music... I asked him if he had twitter or Facebook. But he asked what that was, and I laughed thinking it was a joke. So I assumed that he didn't use social media. Should I look him up? ... eh... that's too stalker-ish.

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I went to the library after lunch and found something interesting... I guess there was a school shooting in the 90's and some students died in here. That was scary to think about. What sick person would do such a thing...? I could only imagine that he was some sociopath.

I went home and my mom was cooking something, she usually doesn't cook so it surprised me to smell nothing burnt. I walked into the kitchen and found that my mom had some help from Moira. I said hi and asked when she came home. I try to keep myself occupied from thinking about Tate... I haven't seen him in at least two days. Halloween was this week and if he doesn't show up, then I guess it would be the end of us. I started to feel a pain in my chest, the thought of him never being in my life again would be impossible. I've never been this attached to someone before...

I walked up to my room and found a piece of paper on my bed. I read it and said.

I'm sorry I got mad at you... I'll see you on Halloween night. - Tate

Well, at least I know he hasn't forgot about me. I held the paper to my chest and closed my eyes. I wonder how he got this in here...