Mar 19, 2014
"Who..Who are you? And, Why are you in my house?"
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"Who..Who are you? And, Why are you in my house?"
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Brown hues flickered as the red rubber ball rolled into his pale hand. "Beau? Do you feel that?" The question was answered with an eager head nod. He smiled at his brother and rolled the ball back. "I'm going to see who wandered in this time...I'll be back." Slowly, Tate climbed out of the attic.
Voices drifted from the kitchen. His mother..Violet..Who was the other? Right now, Violet and Constance wouldn't be able to see him, so he'd be free to eavesdrop a little. God. That voice sounded familiar. But who was it? Almost hesitantly, he turned the corner.
" -- Shit.
♚ A n y o n e Else But You ♕
Freshman Year.
Girls liked Tate Langdon plenty. They didn't mind that his blue and red brace made him spit a little when he spoke, or the fact that he kept a glasses case in his pocket at all times just in case. He was rich and sweet -- plus if you didn't look at his mouth you couldn't tell that he had braces.
He was just a model of perfection under construction.
"Billie! Slow down!" Quickly, he ran up behind the girl. In his arms he cradled a stack of books, topics varying from diseases to information on every country in Asia. "I picked out a book for you -- hold on. I thought you'd like to learn about the Archilochus alexandri!" He grinned widely as he set down the small stack of books to pull out the book in the middle. "It's also called the black-chinned hummingbird. But I'm sure you knew that."
"Doesn’t it make you feel better to know I had an affair with someone who’s dead?"
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Constance shrugged. “Doesn’t surprise me,” she said taking a seat at the table. “However, I fail to see where it would make me feel any better,” she added, reaching for her cigarettes.