My aunt was having another session with Tate. I decided not to eavesdrop this time. I hadn't seen him ever since I snuck him out. I wonder still why he had been in my room. Why my room of all places? Why not places to steal things? Like my aunts room? She had a locket that was real gold. My CD's didn't really even cost that much. I tap my foot on air, to the beat of my music. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the music flowing in my eardrums.

I loved this song. For I don't even know how long. It had always been relaxing to me. I couldn't blast my music, so I settled for earphones. I drummed my fingers on my chest. I felt calm for the first time here. It was a strange feeling. Being so pent up for so long then just laying down and letting go. I savored the feeling.

As I listened I suddenly felt my bed sink next to me. I opened my eyes to see a pair of brown one's. I jumped, pulling my earphones out. Tate sat on the edge of my bed, watching me. He wore a large yellow sweater that hung over his fingertips. He wore normal jeans and shoes. He had bags under his eyes. Looking like from a lack of sleep. Red and black circling under his dark eyes.

"What are you doing in here? How long were you there?" I said, but kept my voice down for my aunt not to here. My bedroom door was open, showing the hallway. He didn't answer, his eyes staring at me. He looked over me for a moment before looking back at my eyes.

"You looked peaceful when you were resting." He whispered and I rose a brow. My heart skipped a beat at those words but I pushed that aside. I got up, walking to my door and closing it. I turned back around. Tate was walking around my room, glancing at everything.

"Why do I keep finding you in my room?" I ask, walking over to one of my chairs and sitting down. He turned to me with a smile. It was a charming smile, warm.

"Maybe because you want me to." He answers. I give a small smirk in return. He walked over to me, sitting in the chair to my left.

"So, your name is Tate. I have never heard of a name like that before." I said.

"It means cheerful. My mother thought giving me a unique name would make me unique too." He answered, playing with his sleeve. "I never got your name."

"Callie Rose." I replied. "Do you go to Westfield High?"

"No. I got kicked outta there."

"It's not the best. Kind of sucks."

"That's the truth behind life. Almost everything in life sucks." Tate started. "No matter if you try to hide from it, life will find you. No matter what." I listen intently.

"I agree." I told him and he gave a slight smile. I moved a piece of hair out of my face, resulting in my sleeve going down, showing my wrist. Before I could cover it, Tate's eyes flickered to it. I let out a slight gasp. I was about to pull my hand away when he caught my arm. I looked at him. He stared at my wrist. He then ran a finger over the vertical scar lightly. I shivered at his touch but didn't pull away.

"When?" He muttered, looking back up at me. He still had his hand on my wrist and I made no move to pull it back. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I wanted to tell him. I had never wanted to tell anyone before.

"Um...after my parents died." I whispered. He bowed his head, looking back at my wrist. He continued to stroke it.

"I'm sorry." He said and he sounded like he meant it. "How did they die?"

"They got into a car accident about a year ago. My aunt took me in afterwards. She told me that we should move ever since. And now I am here. All the way from Maine. Long drive." I explain. I didn't make eye contact with him while speaking, looking at my lap instead. There was silence for a moment. A terrible silence.

"My father left." He said and I looked back at him. He went on. "My mother turned into a drunk. I was bullied at school a lot." His browns orbs connected to mine. "So I understand." He let go of my wrist, pulling down his sleeve. He pointed to a scar on the inside of his wrist. "I did this after my dad left. I was ten, I think." I look at him with sadness. I pulled his hand to mind, holding it. He looked at me in surprise.

"That must have been hard." I mutter. Tate stared at me with large brown eyes. I rubbed a finger over the top of his hand.

"Yeah." He answered. He then turned to the window outside. "So how are you liking LA despite your school?" I let go of his hand.

"Eh. It's pretty cool I guess. I like the weather." I explain.

"The weather?" He repeated.

"Yeah. Back in Maine it was really dark and gloomy. Don't get me wrong, I love that. But I just like the sun every once and awhile."

"Guess a little sun couldn't hurt anything." He said and stood up, walking around my room. He went to my CD's. "What kind of music do you have?"

"Nirvana. ACDC. Rolling Stones. Led Zeppelin." I said. He pulled out a CD's, sticking it into my player. Smells Like Teen Spirit went on. He pretended to play a guitar out of air and I laughed. He continued to walk around the room, pretending to shred a guitar. Finally he sat back in the chair next to me smiling. I was smile as well.

"Great guitar playing." I joke. He smirks. After letting my last chuckle out I look at him. His face is completely changed, it was serious. My smile falters. We stare at each other, my green eyes boring into his black ones. I couldn't help thinking he was handsome. Just for a split second my eyes flickered to his lips. He notices as well. I didn't notice we were leaning in until I felt his breath on my face.

"Callie?" I heard and we both pulled away. As we did I looked to the doorway to see Ally walking in. She rose a brow. "What are you doing in here?" She was looking at Tate now and he turned to her.

"Were listening to music." I answered.

"You need to leave, Tate." She said. He turned back to me with a sad look in his eyes before standing. "He shouldn't be in here. I think you both know that." Tate suddenly stopped in front of her. I saw him whisper something before walking past her. Ally turned to me.

"You are not supposed to talk to my patients." She said angrily.

"We were just listening to music! That's not harmful!" I argue back, standing up.

"We are done discussing this." She said, ready to turn around.

"Oh of course we are. We never discuss anything! We never talk about anything! If we don't talk how are we supposed to deal with anything!" She turned back at me as I glared.

"That is not what this is about."

"It's never what its about!" I yell. I knew this wasn't going to get anywhere. I huff, pushing past her and down the stairs.

"Callie! Callie!" She yells after me but I ignored her. I rushed down the stairs, going out the back door. I burst threw it, coming to the place I like to sit. I lean on the bricks, breathing heavily. I breath in and out slowly. I needed to control my breathing. I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. I always did that when I was upset. Sometimes I would hyperventilate so I had to stop it but focusing on my breathing. Once I had calmed down I sighed, lifting myself up onto the bricks.

I sat down with my legs crossed. I looked at the trees. The wind was in the air, moving my hair in different directions. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling. I just tried to forget. I just had to forget about the fight for now. I would deal with it later.