1993. The year before. Westfield High School is torture. They poke and tease you. They seem like they don't care at all about you. This guy in your history, Tate, seems to be the only person who truly understands. You don't talk to him, but one day, he came and started to talk to you. He seems cool, but you don't real...
Two messed up worlds collide and in order to save them both, they will have to hold on to each other. ~This is a fanfiction from your point of view with Tate Langdon from American Horror Story. It will have things from the actual story line appear in it, but it has an original twist on it as well. Please leave me fee...