Things were - finally - falling into place. For once. Who: Violet and Tate. What: Quarantine! When: Friday. Where: Tate's apartment. Rating: PG-13 for Tate's mouth. Status: Complete!
She was only a little stircrazy. She’d have been absolutely bonkers if Tate wasn’t around, but he was, and that made all the difference. He was sitting next to her, on his laptop, and she curled a little closer, booting up World of Warcraft and grinning at him. School had been cancelled for some time, and she was loving the extra time with him. Turning her head, she kissed his shoulder, grinning at him. “Hey.”
Actually, Tate had found he didn't mind being cooped up at all. Especially not with Violet around. They had plenty of time to fool around, to talk, dink around on the computers, listen to music, and try to avoid watching the news too much. In short, it was his idea of heaven.
"Hey, yourself." He flashed a grin over at her, then bowed his head down and kissed her on the forehead. "You getting bored yet?"
“Nah, I’m only level sixty, things are starting to get fun. Or did you mean in general?” She grinned, leaning up to kiss him on the mouth, tangling her fingers in his hair. “This is kind of my idea of heaven. It’s sad, but school just … robs us of all this. All the things we like doing or want to do, we never can. I hate it.”
Her kisses were addictive, and more so when he had his mouth open at the time of the kiss, to say he meant in general. He never got to say it.
"Fuck I'm glad I dropped out," Tate told her, staring into her eyes and forgetting entirely that he had his hands on the laptop. "I mean, I'm going to get my GED and stuff, but it's been the best thing I've ever done. And you're almost outta there, too. Then we can have this all the time, without all of the high school bullshit."
“We can have this all the time but then we’ll have college bullshit. But at least I’m working toward something then. Everyone graduates high school or gets a GED nowadays.” She shrugged and navigated her avatar through her screen, smiling a little to herself. “But I’m liking living here. I like even more that my parents could give a shit.”
"Everything I've heard said college bullshit isn't the same as high school bullshit." He booted up WoW on his end, so he could log in too. After all, he was working on a Troll Warrior. Sure as hell beat the undead one, which - after the dreams - he did not want. "I like it too. It's like...there's no negativity. We get each other. No one's ragging on us. It's awesome."
As he entered in his password and keyed in his authenticator number, Tate asked her, "They still haven't figured out you aren't there?"
“Nope. They probably think I’m at a friend’s and come home to sleep or something.” She shrugged, navigating her troll rogue through Hellfire Penninsula. “I’ve honestly just given up.” She didn’t really want a relationship with them anymore; all they did was hurt her.
"It sucks because it seemed like your parents, in our dreams, cared about you. I mean, I thought they did. A little bit. They were wrapped up in their own stuff too, but..." Tate shook his head and started getting his toon toward a new area to quest in. "...whatever. That doesn't matter here and now. And you've got me. I'll always be here for you. Even when our faces are shoved in WoW."
He turned his head to look at her, giving her a smile. Things had improved since the meds and therapy, and he had been certain to ask for enough to last him through next month, when all this flu stuff hit. No way did he want to be off them and have a metric ton of bad dreams gnawing on his brains and souring things with Vi.
“I think they did in my dreams. A little, before the affair stuff.” She couldn’t help but grin at him. “Want to make baby toons to play together?” She reached out to hold his hand. “You seem a lot happier since you got your own place. Honestly, I think this is what you needed. It’s a wonder she’s not in jail for being an abusive bitch.”
"She's supposed to be nicer to Addie. I hated leaving her there but I made her swear not to do mean shit to her again, or she'd be busted. And Addie will totally tell me, if something happens."
He made it a point to call to talk to her. She might be retarded physically, but Tate knew his sister wasn't stupid. She was a smart girl.
"But, yeah, it has been better." He took hold of her hand, staring at her for a long moment before he nodded. "I think we can make some babies." He paused and added, "WoW babies."
“Your sister always seems nice.” She’d gotten Addie on the line sometimes instead of Tate when she’d called. Violet liked her. Then she laughed at Tate correcting himself. “I knew what you meant. We’d probably have to talk before we had real babies, dork.”
Tate thought Addie was awesome. As far as he was concerned, his sister could pretty much do no wrong.
"Yeah, because college and stuff," he agreed, the rolled his eyes a little when Violet laughed at him. "We totally would have to talk about that first. And get married."
“Well, we’re getting married when we’re both eighteen. Then I’ll finish college, then we’ll crank out one.” She didn’t want to have too many. “You’ll be a great dad, though. You really care about people, you know? You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
"Sure. I'm all for cranking one out, around then."
He'd be fine if they stopped at one. The world was a messed up place, even without him adding to it's problems. He didn't want to subject a whole bunch of little thems to running around in it. But one? That would be enough to be there for them if things got bad and no excuses to ignore them, either.
Even with those thoughts in mind, Tate didn't look so sure about her glowing assessment.
"Dream me cared so much, he gave people hugs with bullets and axes." He shook his head slowly, while making another baby character that they could level up together. "The meds help, but I don't want to get stuck taking them forever. Still got some things to work through."
“Yeah, but you’re not dream you. I’m not dream me.” That was something she’d had to learn the hard way. She really wanted to make sure that Tate knew that she was in this for the long haul, that she wasn’t going to abandon him like everyone else seemed to.
"We still had some of that stuff in us anyway," he pointed out, not sharply, but in a low mumble. "It's just...this time, we got a sneak peek and it kept us from doing anything wrong."
Tate stopped what he was doing and looked over at her. After a few seconds, he smiled a little bit.
"I know. I didn't want to do any of that stuff. That's why I'm just going to go write out movies with shoot outs and direct them. That'll get it out of my system. I'll be the next Tarantino, because that would be awesome."
Violet’s eyes lit up. “That’d be awesome. I’ll proofread them all for you, too. It’ll be nice to read something good for once.” She looked up at him and grinned. “You could go to college for that, you know. There’s lots of film schools.”
"Good way to get all the violence out without actually shooting anyone. Go me. Always thinking." He nodded at what she said. "Yeah, I think I mentioned film school or whatever before, so...hey. Why not? I'll try it."
Violet felt her face break into a grin. “Really?” She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around Tate, careful not to break her computer in the process. She just liked Tate happy, and seeing Tate with a drive helped a lot to make him happy.
"Yeah. Really." He leaned in against her and gave her a hug. It was important to him to see that she was happy and it really felt like things were - finally - falling into place. For once.