Tate Langdon X OC/ In Bloom A AHS Murder House Fic)

Cold hands, warm heart

Tate hadn't been around for a while. I was worried but I didn't want to come across as one of those needy girls that had to be around him every second of the day. I kept my distance, internalizing my fears.
School was same old, same old. I met this guy who seemed nice to begin with but ended up just being a perv... Not sure what I was expecting there.
I sat in my room listening to Divide The Day and the rest of my aggressive playlist.
Whiskey filled my brain as I danced along to Fuck Away The Pain. How desperately I needed someone to take away my pain right now. Of course, no one ever suspected anything was wrong. I was always so strong. I was always a force to be reckoned with. I guess I'd just lost my edge lately...
Maybe spending so much time with Tate was making me weak...
I shook the thoughts from my head as I collapsed onto my bread, exhaling deeply.
I sat on my bed, leather jacket on, hair in a mess and black eye shadow smeared around my crystal orbs.
In my finger tips, I held a simple silver locket. I used to hold it when shit got bad. When I started thinking.
Thinking is just something one should never do. It fucks you up, bro.
I opened up a picture, revealing a picture of me and my brother from when we were much younger.
Back in the days when life seemed so much simpler, despite it being so much harder.
My childhood was rough but I guess I was only getting the reverb now.
A knock came from my door.
"Come in" I answered, secretly hoping that I'd see that familiar mop of blonde hair walk through my door.
Instead I was greeted with an even more familiar mop of blazing Red hair. My brother.
"Sup." I smiled, lying back on my bed.
"Just came to check on your sorry ass" He chuckled, pacing around my room as he so loved to do.
"Mark. Sit. Now." I said, irritated by him always walking around my room. He could never sit still. I suppose that comes with being a genius or whatever.
He sat down on a chair by my vanity.
"You okay?" I questioned.
"Yeah I just got a lot on my mind. You know, world domination, giant robots with machine guns... The usual." He grinned "Not that you'd understand, you just being a singer and all."
"Hey! Okay calm down, asshole. I get it, you can science goodz. What else did you want or are you just here to rub my nose in it?" I replied, half joking and half annoyed. You could never really tell which was which with me.
"Eh I'm just worried about my little sis. I don't see you much anymore. I miss gaming and shit with you" He replied solemnly.
"You and I both know I was never cut out to be a gamer" I laughed "But I know what you mean. We don't seem to have a whole lot in common anymore...." I sighed.
"You'll tell me if somethings up, right?" he asks, concerned.
"why? Don't think I can stand up for myself?" I chuckled, showing off my muscles... Or lack there of.
"I mean, you're pretty crap to be honest" He laughed.
"Like you can talkkkkkkk"
It was nice talking to him. Sometimes I really missed him. Although we were very different. Although he was going to end up with a Nobel prize and I was gonna end up with a hobo Elvis impersonator. I still loved him. I enjoyed his company. He was the only person left that I could actually tolerate being around without imagining myself bludgeoning them to death.
As he left my room, I got up and put my headphones on.
"I'm going for a walk!" I shouted through the house.
"It's 10pm" my brother replied.
"And I need some air. Bite me."
I walked outside, feeling the air on my skin. It was nice to just look up at the stars sometimes.
"You going somewhere nice?" I heard a voice question from behind me.
I turned around, trying to hide the huge grin that was about to appear on my face.
Play it cool, Rose, play it cool.
"Yo" I answered
Ha see, I'm hip and down with the kids bro... Okay no I was just no.
"Yo" he laughed in response as we both sat on the steps to the old house.

"So, how ya been?" I smiled.
"I missed you." he sighed.
DEAR GOD WOMAN DO NOT BLUSH.
I had to hold my hand in front of my face as my bottom lip began trembling due to my nerves.
"Ha ha yeah I'm like heroine."
What was I saying???
He chuckled at my comment but put his arm around me.
"You're weird..." he began. My heart stopped. Weird in a good way right? Like that loveable goof that has no friends. "I like it." he finished.
A huge idiotic grin was plastered on my face. I just couldn't help it. Last time we met I was teary depressed wreck... Now I was a ball of nerves and joy.
This boy sure did pull on my heart strings.
"Hey, it's late, you should go back inside..." He smiled, still holding me close to him.
"You wanna come inside?" I smiled.
"I can't... I don't think your mom likes me." He looked down.
"Tate, my mom doesn't like anyone. It's my brother you should worry about." I laughed "C'mon, I'll make sure the coast is clear."

We finally made it up to my room and I shut the door with a sigh of relief. I really wasn't cut out to do all this mission impossible sneaking around shit.
I jumped onto my bed, bouncing slightly with a small laugh. I felt comfortable to be myself around Tate.
He held my hands as he sat next to me.
"Your hands are freezing... " he looks up at me worriedly.
"You know what they say, cold hands warm heart." I smile.
We sit in silence for a little while, me just resting my head on Tate's shoulder.
"Tate... How come you got thrown out of Westfield High?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
He looked down at me and I couldn't quite place the look in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter." he answered sternly.
My brows furrowed. I wasn't sure why he was being so defensive over it but I guess it must've just been a touchy subject. I sighed and shrugged. He was right, it doesn't matter.
"Do you ever wonder if things will get better?" I asked yet another random question.
"What do you mean?" he replied.
"I mean... People do bad shit and the world... It's such an awful place. But it can't be all bad, right? Is it just like this for bad people... People who deserve it." My words ended like daggers in my throat. It was painful to think about. Sometimes I truly questioned whether I was a good person. Sometimes, after so many years of shit, you start to feel like that's what you deserve.
Tate looked at me and before I could process anything that was happened, he'd pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was gentle yet it held so much passion and longing.
I smiled as we pulled apart and he looked back at me with a sad smile.
"You deserve that better place.... But it's a filthy goddamn world we live in." he explained.
I smiled once more.
My head rested on his chest as he held me close and slowly but surely I fell asleep. The last things I heard were a simple whisper from Tate saying "I love you, Rose."
I suppose he thought I was already asleep but he was a little early. I fell asleep with him on my mind.
I love you too...