1 Murder House [after] chp 1 (ongoing; i post more on wattpad, satansvape- )

[this is how yk im rlly lonley when i write books ab me and tate 😀✋-acc owner]

tw: ! suicide mentions ! , dead ppl , weed , idk .

Chris had just moved into a new house. No one knew the back story or why there was creepy mid evil wallpaper all around the house. He kinda vibed with it though.

His parents were never home so Chris vaped throughout the halls and played on the grand piano downstairs, naked. He was doing all of those things today until one second, "Hey man, put some clothes on."

Chris looked around but couldn't find the voice, he picked up a spatula, "Who the fuck is there?" he kept spinning in circles until a hot curly blonde stood in front of him, bitting his lip.

"Fuck dude you scared me." Chris quickly covered himself, but the older boy didn't seem to happy about that. "I'm Tate, nice to meet you." Tate held out his hand hoping the boy would drop both. "Im Chris.. How'd you get in here..?"

"My friend used to live here, left me a spare key. I go to the high school. Im kinda hot shit to the girls, but I like pretty boys like you." Chris blushed, "P-pretty boys? You mean, you're gay? You don't look gay..-"

"Yea I don't look it, but my dick says I am. You should really start wearing clothes in this house. My friend says she doesn't like seeing your dick flop everywhere when you twirl and sing."

Chris looked around for a girl, "Where is she?" "She's dead. Her name is Violet." "Dead? Cool, Can she, like.. talk to you?" Tate chuckled, "Go get a robe on or something and ill tell you everything. Unless you want me to come with~.." Tate smirked.

Chris smirked, "Well come upstairs then." Tate liked this boy already. "Nice room..," he looked around, it used to be violets. "Hey, if a red head spooks you its Vi's mom." tate said, looking at the boy bending over to change.

"Okay." Chris said throwing on some clothes. 'You like him don't you.' Violet asked Tate. ''No i don't, shut up..' Violet giggled and ended up showing herself after Chris turned around.

"Hey, Im Vi-.."

Chris waved and smiled, "Hey. So how'd you die.. if i can ask..?"

"Overdose."

Chris pouted. "No its fine, it was accidental. I didnt know.. But tate stayed with me until the Ambulance showed up." Chris nodded and looked over at the older, really fucking hot boy, "Well he's a good friend yea?" Violet nodded, "He always has been. He comes to check up on me every once in a while."

"Thats cute." Chris giggled along with her and showed them around his room. "Tate.." Chris blushed as the weather outside started to turn darker, "Would you wanna sleep over tonight.. And vi.. we could hang whenever you want just dont pop up and scare me." They all laughed. "Sure hun, ill go get my pajamas." Tate smiled at the tiny brunette. Tate liked that the boy was soft.

He tried liking girls but they always got so jealous, so easy. As he walked back to the house in his red and black plaid pjs, he heard violet laughing and music blaring. He shook his head chuckling. He knocked this time, seeing another car was home.

"Yes-? Who are you?" Tate looked up at the elderly couple, " -m' tate , Chris asked to have a sleepover tonight ma'am." "CHRISTOPHER!" she yelled upstairs. Tate already felt attracted to this boy, almost possessive.

"Hey." Chris smiled. "Hey, can I come in?" Chris took Tates hand and led him up to his room where violet was. "Vi, how can you still get high if you're dead?" Tate looked at her smoking a blunt. "I dont know, how can you still let Greta fuck?" "Ohh damn- she nailed you. But for real, whose Greta..?" Chris asked shyly.

"My g-girlfriend."

"I thought you didn't like-"

"Yea. its so i don't get my shit beat by my best friend. Who also happens to be apart of the wrestling team at our school. Also, you know you're supposed to wear suits right. Its code."

"Fuck suits." Chris flipped him off and took a puff. Tate rolled his eyes and laid down on the younger boys bed, "Nice bed."

"Thanks, its memory foam."

Tate laughed, "You're a dork yaknow."

"I been knew." he picked at Tate, moving his head back and fourth, leaning towards his lips.

"Chris, you're under the influence.. We can't.. We just met-.."

"Just one kiss." Chris leaned in and softly pressed his lips onto Tate's.

"Thats hot." Violet giggled making the boys chuckle.

"Shut up Vi." Tate threw a pillow at her as he kissed Chris longer, his shirt undone and his bare chest visible from an angle. Chris crawled up onto Tates lap angling himself to how the boy was laying.

"So, since we just met.. I was thinking.. We obviously take it slow, but friends with benefits..?" Chris smiled shyly at the older boy, a translucent red flushed his cheeks.

"If you even remember this in the morning." Tate rolled his eyes looking at the intoxicated boy on his crotch.

"Im not a light weight loser—."

"How many fingers am i holding up?" Tate holds up two.

"6." Chris giggled looking at Tates soft, big hands. "No! NONO i meant— two." after squinting really hard.

"Mhm. Thought so." Tate sighed and put the younger boy down in his covers. "Tate, cuddles please-.." Chris yawned and stretched his arms open wide. "Okay I guess." he looked over at Violet. "Yea yea, i'll go. Have fun losers." she dissipated.

"So, will you still talk to me at school tomorrow?" Chris asked shyly. "Yea, why wouldn't I? I mean probably only when its just us and none of my friends are around." Tate looked into Chris's hazel eyes. Chris pouted, "But-.."

"But what?"

"I forgot that you weren't out yet."

"It's okay love."

Chris nuzzled his face into Tates chest dozing off. Tate looked out the window at the trees, 'Hopefully he stays..' he thought dozing off to sleep as well.