*American Horror Story fanfic* Tate has been counting the lonely days since Violet pushed him away. Easily becoming jealous over any boy she comes into contact with. His love for Violet is still strong even if Violet's for him isn't. But will Tate soon move on from Violet when a new family moves into the famous 'Murder House'? Will a young, mysterious and gothic girl make Tate's love shoot towards her?

Violet was forced to move from Boston to Los Angeles, and she despises it until she falls in love with the girl across the street.

Kurts voice rang out through the stereo as we stayed like that, lying beside each other free from all the bullshit. Once the chorus ended Tate spoke, "This is our song now" //TW//DEATH/SELF HARM/DEPRESSION/

"Oh my god Tate, what did you do!" I yelled. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!" Tate yelled back. "Well obviously! Now it's gonna look like my mom killed a little boy, it doesn't look too good that his dead body is in my moms bedroom!" "Lily don't worry about that I can hide the body and Moria can clean up the mess, and I do recall that killing him sorta saved you" *Completed September 28, 2014*