Tate || Let’s talk forgiveness.
Tate looked at her, a bit confused. Really good friends…? He talked to her, like, twice. “We only talked two times…” Tate said, the puzzled look remaining on his face. Why would Ronnie say that? Though, he knew a lot about her, she knew barely anything about him…That’s not how friendships work. Was it? They’re not friends…Are they? No. Of course not. Tate doesn’t have friends. He has no one. No one but Violet.
Violet was taken aback a bit. Why did Ronnie tell me that they were good friends? She thought a moment and said,”Quick friendship?” Violet was almost sure that it had something to do with the fact that Tate was friendly, and gorgeous. Every broken girl that came across the house, always got close to Tate. Violet couldn’t blame them, he was a wonderful friend, but two times and they were already best friends? Give it another two times and they’ll ‘practically be together’. I can almost hear her say it.
Tate stared at her. “I-I…Guess?” He said, not to sure what to say. He was confused and didn’t quite understand. He’d hate to get a misconception and rumors start flouting around. Like that Tate didn’t give a shit about Ronnie. He did care about her, but not a nearly as a ‘good friend’. Nor did he want Ronnie going around saying some shit that wasn’t true.
Tate || Let’s talk forgiveness.
Tate typed in Charlie and pressed enter. ‘I N C O R R E C T’ Appeared on the screen. Tate let out a sigh. “And this is why technology is stupid.” He said, somewhat pouting. Now he was going to have to deal with the curiosity of this whole thing. He looked at Violet, studying her face, wondering what she was thinking, wondering if she wanted to look at Ronnie’s journal out of boredom, or if she wanted to know something specific.
Violet was disgusted. Technology— why was it so technical? So precise, so secured but yet not secured. The journal would have been a front row seat into Ronnie’s mind, and then she could see what was going on between Violet’s somewhat boyfriend, and Ronnie. “This is bullshit… Try your name? She said something about you guys being really good friends.” Violet couldn’t help but seem a bit jealous when she said that sentence. No one was going to steal Tate away from her this time, no one.
Tate looked at her, a bit confused. Really good friends…? He talked to her, like, twice. “We only talked two times…” Tate said, the puzzled look remaining on his face. Why would Ronnie say that? Though, he knew a lot about her, she knew barely anything about him…That’s not how friendships work. Was it? They’re not friends…Are they? No. Of course not. Tate doesn’t have friends. He has no one. No one but Violet.
Tate || Round of Boredness
“Ronnie?” He questioned, even tilting his head to the side slightly. “Really? I think she’s pretty cool…” Maybe he shouldn’t have told her that. Tate glanced down at the table before looking up back at Nadia again. “What did she do?” He was curious where she went to the assumption on how she was annoying.
“Annoy the hell out of me.” Nadia ignored the cool comment. She just wanted to bang that bitch head against the table. She was so annoying talking about pointless things that Nadia didn’t care about. “One, she said her life was over. Just from that, I wanted to kill her. She have no idea how it feels to lose her life. And she used it loosely. I’m just happy she isn’t dead. Than I would have to deal with her forever. And that shit is to long.” Nadia half explained.
Tate let out a chuckled. He understood what she was saying, but he also understood why Ronnie felt the way she did. “Well, she’s been through a lot.” He said, trying his best to not act like he was sticking up for her, but simply making an observation or inference. “Cut her some slack.” He said, teasingly.
Tate || Let’s talk forgiveness.
Tate thought for a moment. “Her ex?” He asked looking at her. He suddenly started feeling bad about looking through her shit…but was still curious. “Chris? No…Charlie, I think.” He said, trying to recall their conversations.
Violet nodded,”Charlie, try Charlie.” She thought a moment, was it really a good idea to be in Ronnie’s room? The two of them together holding Ronnie’s iPad wouldn’t look very good. It wouldn’t make Ronnie feel good either, that was for sure. If the password didn’t work, then Violet decided they should just play a few games, and if they heard Ronnie, Violet would just put the device down, and Tate and her could disappear. In Ronnie’s eyes, it would be as if she was seeing things. That Violet could bare.
Tate typed in Charlie and pressed enter. ‘I N C O R R E C T’ Appeared on the screen. Tate let out a sigh. “And this is why technology is stupid.” He said, somewhat pouting. Now he was going to have to deal with the curiosity of this whole thing. He looked at Violet, studying her face, wondering what she was thinking, wondering if she wanted to look at Ronnie’s journal out of boredom, or if she wanted to know something specific.
Tate || Let’s talk forgiveness.
“Well she taught be how to play a couple games. And she said you could go on the internet with this, read stuff, write, and so much more.” Tate sook his head. “So I don’t think I know very much. “She said she wrote her journal on here.” Tate clicked on the journal but it popped up with a password. “But it’s locked, of course. She says she’s the only one who knows the password.” Tate looked at Violet, the dim smile still on his face.
Violet nodded,”Well, I figured it had internet on it.” She grinned,”An apple product without internet is like me without you. It’s useless.” She looked as Tate tried to open the journal app. Violet had never understood journals— to her it was like reminding yourself how incredibly shitty you felt, or reminding yourself how embarrassed you were one time, reminding yourself how fucked up some of the things you do are. Normally, Violet would take it away at this moment, but she was intrigued. She wanted to know more,”What’s the name of the guy she lost in a car accident..”
Tate thought for a moment. “Her ex?” He asked looking at her. He siddenly started feeling bad about looking through her shit…but was still curious. “Chris? No…Charlie, I think.” He said, trying to recall their conversations.tu
@ Tate || Bullshit… Bullshit… Everything in my life is Bullshit
Tate looked at her. “Too conceited, you are.” He teased. “Watch it, I’m pretty good at this mind shit. Even if I’m no expert in technology. Tate looked at his cards and put one down, he didn’t take much time, one glance, no hesitation on which card to pick.
She glanced at her cards, he was so sure he was good that it scared her. But she wasn’t going at least to make it easy for him. She picked a card and placed it down, she wasn’t sure it was the right card for the card Tate placed down. Tate won each card game she tried to won, he was so good at this. She laughed every time he won. “How can you be so good at this?” She asked in disbelief… He was so good. She smiled at him and changed the game. “Lets play scrabble” She said looking at his deep brown eyes.
Tate laughed. “Practice. I have no life and spend my days doing this shit,” He said honestly. It was what he did, it’s what he always did for pretty much 30 years. He picked it up when he was a kid and teenager, played more and more when he figured out he died. “Scrabble?” He chuckled again. “Do you want me to let you win or…?” It was his turn to play the cocky role. Especially since he’s proved that he was good at this type of thing.
She laughed at him, he was so funny sometimes. “You are really good, Tate” She said looking at the board of scrabble on her iPad. “ha, ha, ha” She laughed sarcastically. Tate was playing the cocky role, she couldn’t help but to smile widely at him. “You don’t have to let me win. I can do it just by myself” She said mockingly. She loved to play games like this, she never got angry if she lost the game, she was just enjoying the time. “So you have too much free time huh? What school do you go Tate?” She asked writing the first word. Tainted.She looked up and smiled at Tate.
Tate looked at the word. Tainted. He looked at his chips which were: ‘A A E N S N T’ He put down ‘N A N E’ under the I…spelling insane. “I don’t go to school anymore. Wasn’t my thing.” He said honestly. Not sure which excuse he used. He remembered telling Violet that he got kicked out of Westfield when he first met her. Tate chucked at the memory.
@ Tate || Bullshit… Bullshit… Everything in my life is Bullshit
Tate looked at her. “Too conceited, you are.” He teased. “Watch it, I’m pretty good at this mind shit. Even if I’m no expert in technology. Tate looked at his cards and put one down, he didn’t take much time, one glance, no hesitation on which card to pick.
She glanced at her cards, he was so sure he was good that it scared her. But she wasn’t going at least to make it easy for him. She picked a card and placed it down, she wasn’t sure it was the right card for the card Tate placed down. Tate won each card game she tried to won, he was so good at this. She laughed every time he won. “How can you be so good at this?” She asked in disbelief… He was so good. She smiled at him and changed the game. “Lets play scrabble” She said looking at his deep brown eyes.
Tate laughed. “Practice. I have no life and spend my days doing this shit,” He said honestly. It was what he did, it’s what he always did for pretty much 30 years. He picked it up when he was a kid and teenager, played more and more when he figured out he died. “Scrabble?” He chuckled again. “Do you want me to let you win or…?” It was his turn to play the cocky role. Especially since he’s proved that he was good at this type of thing.
@ Tate || Bullshit… Bullshit… Everything in my life is Bullshit
Tate chuckled. “Tell them you tripped and fell, or ran into something. That’s what I always told my sister.” Whenever Tate come home with bruises, or a bloody nose, or any psychical damage, he’d just say that. She always fell for it. And if her parents, like his mother, didn’t care, they’d probably fall for it too. He then shrug when she asked what he wanted to do. “What do you usually do?”
She smiled at Tate, those were great excuses. “So you have a sister?” She said walking toward her iPad since he asked what she usually did. “Well, I usually play checker, cards, poker, Angry bird, but I love to read. You can read here, you can navigate on internet here, you can watch videos and listen to music. I like to wrote in my journal, I have it here. It has a password and nobody knows it, just me” She said smiling at him. She sat on the floor and she opened a card game. “I have a lot of games here, lets play cards first and then we can play scrabble or checkers” She said looking up at Tate. “I’ll use your excuse of I hit myself with a door” She said looking down at her iPad. “You really should get an iPad” she said to Tate when his eyes lit up when he saw how she played with the iPad. “Game on” She smirked.
“Had a sister…” He mumbled then watched her every move, listened to her rambling words. She talked a lot, had a lot to see. But he didn’t exactly find it annoying or anything. Tate sat down on the floor next to her and smiled at the device. Ipad! He thought. That’s what the damn thing is called. “You can?” He responded to all the things that it could do. He was a fan of card and board games. He was debating if he should show off, or let her win.
She looked at him and as he said he had she decided not to talk about it. She smiled at him and started playing cards with him. “Yes you can. And let me tell ya, I’m good playing cards” She said with a smirk on her face. She didn’t know why but she smiled with Tate too much. She wanted to know why with him she didn’t feel broken anymore. She looked at him waiting for him to reply with his cards.
Tate looked at her. “Too conceited, you are.” He teased. “Watch it, I’m pretty good at this mind shit. Even if I’m no expert in technology. Tate looked at his cards and put one down, he didn’t take much time, one glance, no hesitation on which card to pick.
Tate || Let’s talk forgiveness.
Tate smiled at her. “Yeah. Do you know what it’s called?” He asked, walking closer to her. “I think you turn it on like…” Tate pressed the circular button and the screen lit up. “I’m not very good at using it. The whole touch screen thing…See, to me, that’s paranormal activity.” It was crazy to him. He couldn’t understand how someone can come up with that. Tate took his finger and slid the lock off, which led him to seeing all the applications on the screen.
Violet thought deeply for a moment and then looked at the device, “An… An.. An ‘i’ something… iPod.. iPhone.. iPad!” She looked at him, and nodded, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully, “I think it’s an iPad.” She watched as he pressed the button located in the center on the bottom. Seeing black screen suddenly fill with light. Paranormal Activity. Ironic. Violet watched as unlocked it and they instantly saw the application screen. “What all did she teach you about this?”
“Well she taught be how to play a couple games. And she said you could go on the internet with this, read stuff, write, and so much more.” Tate sook his head. “So I don’t think I know very much. “She said she wrote her journal on here.” Tate clicked on the journal but it popped up with a password. “But it’s locked, of course. She says she’s the only one who knows the password.” Tate looked at Violet, the dim smile still on his face.
@ Tate || Bullshit… Bullshit… Everything in my life is Bullshit
Tate chuckled. “Tell them you tripped and fell, or ran into something. That’s what I always told my sister.” Whenever Tate come home with bruises, or a bloody nose, or any psychical damage, he’d just say that. She always fell for it. And if her parents, like his mother, didn’t care, they’d probably fall for it too. He then shrug when she asked what he wanted to do. “What do you usually do?”
She smiled at Tate, those were great excuses. “So you have a sister?” She said walking toward her iPad since he asked what she usually did. “Well, I usually play checker, cards, poker, Angry bird, but I love to read. You can read here, you can navigate on internet here, you can watch videos and listen to music. I like to wrote in my journal, I have it here. It has a password and nobody knows it, just me” She said smiling at him. She sat on the floor and she opened a card game. “I have a lot of games here, lets play cards first and then we can play scrabble or checkers” She said looking up at Tate. “I’ll use your excuse of I hit myself with a door” She said looking down at her iPad. “You really should get an iPad” she said to Tate when his eyes lit up when he saw how she played with the iPad. “Game on” She smirked.
“Had a sister…” He mumbled then watched her every move, listened to her rambling words. She talked a lot, had a lot to see. But he didn’t exactly find it annoying or anything. Tate sat down on the floor next to her and smiled at the device. Ipad! He thought. That’s what the damn thing is called. “You can?” He responded to all the things that it could do. He was a fan of card and board games. He was debating if he should show off, or let her win.
