Love is Insane (AHS Fanfic)

Halloween Part 2

Clem's POV

Tate and I ran up the stairs and into my room. I put on the Nirvana record called In Utero because I like the way that album has some soft songs and some more hardcore songs. 

"Do you have all of the Nirvana albums on record?" Tate asked.

"Yeah, I do," I said. "Nirvana is one of my favorite bands and I assume that it's your favorite too."

"Yeah, it is my favorite."

"Do you listen to any other bands?"

"Yeah, I like the Melvins, Mudhoney, Alice in Chains, Morrissey, Tad, anything from the 90s I'll listen to."

"Me too. The 90s is my favorite era, and the 90s had the best music."

"It's a shame that Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley, and a lot of other people from the 90s are dead."

"I know. It's so sad. They were all great people and amazing artists, and they're gone. I won't ever be able to go to a Nirvana concert."

"I actually saw Nirvana play at a coffee house called Jabberjaw here in L.A."

"That's so cool. What was it like?"

"They played songs from Bleach and Kurt talked too. It was the coolest experience ever."

"I wish I was there."

I started to think about Tate's age. If he really went to a Nirvana concert, he would have to be in his thirties. Maybe he's lying about the Nirvana concert. Maybe he never saw them. I just decided to blow it off because he didn't look like he was thirty, and he could've imagined himself seeing Nirvana in concert.

We had to have talked about our favorite bands for at least two hours because it was starting to get dark out.

"We should start heading out now," I said because it was 5:30.

"Okay," Tate replied.

"I'll go in the basement and get some toilet paper and you could get a blanket or something if you wanna go to the field or the beach."

I rushed down the stairs and into the basement. I grabbed as many toilet paper rolls as my tiny arms could hold, which wasn't a lot. 

"Don't trust him," I girl with straight, long, brown hair and brown eyes said.

 "Who?" I said in confusion.

"Your little boyfriend. He murdered people, seventeen to be exact. Fifteen at Westfield and two in this house. Oh, and to top it off he raped the woman who used to live here."

"Tate's not my boyfriend, but he wouldn't do that! You have to leave!"

I dashed back up the stairs and nearly dropped all of the rolls. Tate was standing in front of me and he almost started laughing. I couldn't blame him though. If he were to drop a bunch of toilet paper rolls everywhere, I would most likely start laughing at him.

"I'll carry the toilet paper and you carry the blanket," Tate suggested as he laughed.

"That sounds like a good idea," I said as I also laughed. "Who's house are we gonna toilet paper?"

"I know a house and it's very close. Come on."

He was leading me to the next door neighbor's house. Once we got to the house, I realized that it was Constance's house.

"Why are we toilet papering Constance's house?" I questioned.

"'Cause that's my mom and she deserves it," Tate answered.

"Constance is your mom?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I didn't know how you'd react and I didn't want that to change the way you think of me."

"That's stupid, and it doesn't change the way I think of you. You're still Tate. Come on."

We had six or seven rolls of toilet paper, and we just started toilet papering away. I know that toilet papering someone's house is technically vandalizing, but I haven't had that much fun in years. Also I haven't made a friend that agreed to toilet paper someone's house. Most of my old friends were goody-two-shoes. My old friends didn't really matter though. I know they were just pretending to be my friends. In about 2 minutes, Constance's house completely covered in toilet paper. 

"Hey! You kids are gonna clean this up!" Constance yelled at the top of her lungs from her bedroom window. "And if you don't I'll call the cops on you!"

"No you won't!" Tate shouted back at her.

Tate, all of a sudden, grabbed my hand and started running. I had no idea where he was taking me, but he was going somewhere.

"Where are we going?" I asked with a smile.

"You'll find out," he said as we sprinted across the street.

It felt like we were running forever. I don't know how far away we were from our neighborhood, but, to be honest, I was glad that we were away from there. I don't necessarily like our neighborhood, so it was definitely nice to get away from there. The people there are questionable, especially Constance, and Westfield High sucks. After running forever, we finally made it to where Tate wanted to go to.

"Why are we here?" I questioned.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Tate joked.

"I asked you first."

"Why do you think we're here?"

"I don't know. Because no one else is here."

"Okay. Good answer."

I began to lay down the black blanket with white flowers on it, but Tate stopped me.

"Not here," Tate said. "There's a tree that I would always go to farther into the field."

I was gonna ask why we were going to a tree, but I didn't want to ask any more questions. I already asked a million. I just smiled and folded the blanket back up. I wanted to see what this tree looked like. It had to be somewhat special to Tate because why would he bring me to some regular tree when we could've just stayed where we were. He held my hand and we hiked across the field.

"Do you trust me?" Tate inquired.

"Yeah," I responded.

"Close your eyes," he commanded with his soft, charismatic voice.

I did just as he said, and closed my eyes. As he dragged me along the field, I thought about what that girl said about Tate. She said that he murdered people and raped a woman, but I don't know if that's true or not. I don't know what to believe anymore.

"Open your eyes," Tate said.

(I hope you liked it! I apologize that I didn't update this as I planned. I was busier than I thought on the weekend and on Monday and Tuesday. I promise that I will try and get back to updating this regularly. Vote and comment please!)