I came home to my parents screaming at each other. Nothing new. I could pretty much tell you how the whole night was going to go only because this happens so much. I would be sent to my room, my parents would continue to fight, my sister would come into my room not to support me but to tell me that our parents are fighting about me and its all my fault, and then it would be dinner time and we'd all awkwardly sit together and pretend like we're a normal and functioning family. My family is the poster for "what goes on behind close doors is different from what you see". It sucks, though, that the one night a week my mom is home they fight until they leave the next day. I still can't figure out why they won't just get a goddamn divorce. It would save us all the time on Thursday evenings. I know I said that my parents liked to move but the truth in it all is that every time their marriage is about to die, they feel like moving and a change of scenery will change that and save the marriage. Seven moves later and the idiots still think that. Thank God they're rich as fuck.
The night went exactly how I described but I didn't care. All I cared about was finding the perfect costume to wear to school since you're supposed to dress up and shit on Halloween. I rummaged through my bins of clothes since I still haven't found the energy or time to unpack everything, probably because I know we'll move again real soon. It's a habit of nature that I can't help but do and feel.
I finally found the perfect costume. I decided to go as the Corpse Bride from the movie "The Corspe Bride". I remember that being my favorite movie as a child and one of my favorite quotes is from it: Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. I quickly jotted down the quote so I could read it to Tate.
Getting the costume together was easy. Trying to come up with a present for Tate was a whole different story. I know I didn't need to give him a present, but I wanted to incorporate that quote into something somehow.
I figured it out. I rummaged through a bin labeled "Avery's Art" for a ceramic wine glass. I never thought all of my years taking ceramics in middle school would pay off. I found the perfect size ceramic wine "glass", took out some black paint, and painted on the bottom in the inside of the glass: "Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine.". I'd fill it up with the reddest wine so this way when he finishes drinking it, he'll see the message of my favorite quote.
I wrapped up a bottle of wine I stole from the cellar and the ceramic wine glass into a black gift bag and fell asleep on my floor in the middle of it all.
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TAINTED LOVE // Tate Langdon
Fanfiction"There he was. Eyes like stones, hair like sunshine, skin as pale as an arctic snowstorm, but one thing was for certain: he was mine and I was his." Avery Rose's life is everything but ordinary. After moving for the fifth time in 3 years, she runs...
