“Hear me out,” Tate said, pacing the floor of Y/N’s bedroom, “Maybe we could do a haunted house?”
Y/N shook her head, “You know I’d shit myself,”
Tate laughed, “No? Okay. What about a haunted hayride?” Y/N shrugged her shoulders in indifference, “Okay. Nothing haunted, I’m getting. How about you get dressed and you just leave it to me?”
Y/N narrowed her eyes in suspicion, “I’m supposed to just trust you?”
Tate came to kneel next to where she had sprawled out on the bed. He took the phone out of her hands, moving her attention fully to him, “Don’t you?” He asked, placing a few kisses across her neck.
She squirmed as his blonde hair tickled her face, “I do. I do. Okay, I’ll get dressed. Go,” she waved him out the door. He kissed her lips once before retreating to God only knows where.
Y/N didn’t take long to get ready. She threw on a pair of leggings, a deep wine-colored sweater, and some combat boots. She hoped wherever they were going didn’t require a costume: it was Halloween after all. When Y/N reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Tate waiting at the front door, thankful he wasn’t in costume.
“Ready?” He asked as he shook the hair out of his face.
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