(Based on the tv show:American Horror Story from 2011)

"Tate!"I pout and try to grab my boyfriends attention but he's been packing thing's kn his closet, "What are you even doing?" i got up from his bed and began to walk towards him when he quickly got up and smiled at me.

"All done." he closed the closet behind him and wrapped his arms around me, we fell back on his bed and he grinned proudly against your collarbone, letting his arm around your waist "What would I do without you!" it was rare seeing Tate like this ever since his mom started going on and off with men he changed.

Tate would take care of sister Addie and often go on long walks when his mother had men over, he didn't want his sister to see how cruel their mother could be. "You'd probably be dead." i joke and gently ran my fingers through his blonde curls. Our relationship had become strained a few times this semester, but you both pulled through. Tate is a tough guy but he does need of me from time to time, it must be so hard for him living here.

His mother Constance and him don't get along at all. While I agree on a few things Tate has told me about her but I don't think he should hate her that much, she's trying her best to be the mother she never was to him. In her own way she tries to show him affection.

Sometimes when Tate and Addie go for walks Constance calls me over and asks me for advice, on simple thing's like what does Tate likes? She got him a few vinyls an a Nirvana t-shirt. She does believe I can make him change. We've both talked about him and I constantly remind her how lucky I am to be with her son.

We finished our school project today since the school year is about to end and after that we're planning on leaving this place and live together. I smiled and placed a kiss onto his lips,rubbing his arm affectionately, "I'm so proud of you, Tate.."

I still remember the first time my family and I moved next door, he flashed me a smile the second we met each other's eyes, "Hey i'm Tate, wanna hook up?" what a great impression he did on me. I giggle at the memory and rest my head against his chest.

"Don't ever leave me,Tate."

I feel him rubbing my back and he rests his head on top of mine, "I won't." he's the first boy i've ever loved and it would hurt me so much if he decided to dump me the next day. Today is our anniversary and we spent the whole day just the two of us together,my family wasn't too fond of me dating him this quick but I was happy and that's all that matters.

I gave Tate a few gifts for our one year together, he still hasn't given mine but I decided to not ask him for my present, i did see him hiding something in his closet maybe he'll give it to me later. "Well..it's getting late."

Tate grabbed my arm once I got up "You should stay a while longer."

I smirk and leaned down to kiss his lips, "I can't Tate,but tomorrow after school we'll hang out together okay?" i kissed him one last time before leaving his room. I started making my way down the stairs when I saw Constance in the kitchen.

"Did you two have fun?" Constance asks with a cigarette between her lips. I blush and nod my head, "Well sweetie you'll have to be careful." she says eyeing my stomach.

"Well..I'm afraid it's too late for that." I confess to her and she covers her mouth, she throws the cigarette away and walks to where I am, "Oh my..how long?" she asks touching my stomach.

"One month..I still don't know how to tell him."

"Well you better do it quick before it starts growing." Constance wipes her tears away stands back straight, "You need plenty of rest honey, go home." we bid farewell and I left to my house.

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"Why isn't he answering me?"

I end the call when I reach his phone's voice mail. I had some free time and decided to come over the library and study some more before my next class which is with Tate, he said he's be here so we could learn our lines but he isn't answering my calls.

"You're boyfriend isn't picking up the phone ?" to my left a goth girl spoke who is sitting next to me with a book in her hands.

"Yeah..he's probably busy right now."

"Why don't you go and search for him?" a cheerleading sitting by a table tells me, she's sitting with her boyfriend I think. I sigh and began collecting my thing's "You're right.." right when I got my last thing's a guy cam rushing into the library and shut the door behind him, he began to shake.

"Someone's been shot!"

We all stand up and stare at him, "What?!" another jock asks the guy who just came in. "There's a guy shooting people, i-i saw their bodies! He saw me so I came here as fast as I could." i placed my books and backpack down and ran over to grab the phone and dialed 911. "Shit pick up already!"

"911 what's your emergency?"

"There's someone with a gun here at our school, come quick." The phone slips through my hands when I heard shots from the other side of the door. We all ran around the library and found a place to stay hidden when the door flew open, a shot was heard near where I was and I had to cover my mouth,my legs and hands began to shake when there was another shot.

I began to pray even if I wasn't religious..I don't want to die yet. Tate where are you?! I yelled when the table I was hiding under was pushed to the side and i began to shake all over, slowly my eyes looked up at the shooter and it was Tate.

"T-Tate?! What are you doing?"

He stayed silent and loaded his gun and pointed it between my eyes, "I've had enough of you..you've been talking with my mother behind my back! I trusted you (Y/N)." he calmly tells me. With tears falling down my cheeks i stare back at him.

"I was just giving your mother some advice! I told her how much you've changed and how you made me happy, it was never my intention to hurt you."

"Hey!-"

The guy next to us shouted when he entered the library, Tate turned around and without a second thought he shot his head, I let out a scream when he shot his,the walk and door painted in the guy's blood.

"Tate..p-please don't kill me..i'm-"

"Shut up."

He loaded his gun again and aimed it at me, "Tate..I love you.." Tate stared at me for a second before raising his gun up and pressing it on my forehead, "Happy anniversary." i closed my eyes and the last thing I heard was screams and the smell of gun powder.