It had been two weeks since that deal was made and funny enough, I was still alive.
It was true I hadn't had suicidal thoughts since that night either and of course the reason for that was Tate.
You'd think that after having made a 'deal' like that I would feel awkward, when really, I felt quite the opposite. By making that deal, it made a drive in me...although Tate was originally my only lifeline, I know had another and it brought me almost a feel of determination to make it too the end of the year and to top it off, Tate and I were closer than ever before. Besides that though, life went on as usual, I continued to go to my appointments to the psychologist every Saturday morning though the strange part was, she didn't ask me any questions about Silently Screaming, I didn't mind but. I just wanted to get out of there and anyway, ever since I had become closer with Tate. I didn't have much time to read it. Tate and I still hadn't kissed yet and too be honest, I sort of dreaded the moment we did. I didn't even know how to kiss someone who wasn't your family and really I didn't even know what our relationship status even was, I just found everything do confusing.
That Saturday afternoon, two weeks later, as I was recovering by watching TV from the draining morning I had spent at the physiologist office, I heard a knock at the door.
I got up from my comfortable position on the couch and walked over to the door, I opened it and there was Tate. He had his usual red grey lead pencil behind his ear, his hair was parted neatly and he was wearing a black leather jacket, in his hand were white gardenias.
"Tate!" I said surprised "Come in" I moved away from the door and jestured a hand towards the living room.
Tate walked into the living room, looking around for a moment before looking back at me "These are for you" he said extending out his right arm to give them to me.
I slowly took the bunch of gardenias off him, the smell was overwhelming but beautiful. I had never been gifted flowers before by anyone.
"Their beautiful...thank you" I said genuinely.
"Not a problem" Winked Tate with his gorgeous hazel eyes "Now, I know this is completely unexpected and I know you haven't had any time to get ready but will you go out with me?"
I stared at him.
"Now? As in right now?"
"Right now" he said "I know it's sudden but I was at home, when I thought tonight's a beautiful night and it's only natural too take out a beautiful girl on a beautiful night like this. And now I'm here"
I still hadn't gotten used to him complementing what I looked like, it still made me well up with butterflies.
"Maybe I don't want to go" I teased making a loud fake yawn "Maybe I'm too tired" I stretched my arms over my head.
"Well then I should let you know, I won't leave without a yes. Also if it makes it more tempting I've packed a whole picnic for us filled with toasted cheese sandwiches"
"God your persuasive- let me get my coat"
Twenty minutes later after first having grabbed my favourite dark red coat, writing my mom a note explaining where I was in case she came home from work and I still wasn't home we were now in Tate's car. "Where are we going exactly?" I asked.
"It's a surprise. We're nearly there though..."
And sure enough five minutes later we had drove into a car park outside of a park, their were many other cars also parked here as well.
We got out of the car, Tate holding a large picnic basket in one and my hand in the other, leading me into the park as the radiant stars shone overhead.
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Silence Is The Biggest Plea
Teen FictionApril Swanson never fit in after diagnosed with mild depression. Not at school and not in society. She had never had friends, never been loved and never been kissed. Then she met Tate. Silence is indeed the biggest plea.