STUCK (Tate Langdon x Y/N)

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The next day...

I woke up quite early, Tate was still sleeping so I went downstairs and made coffee with the very few supplies we had left. I'll probably have to go buy things for everyone this morning, food and all. I opened the refrigerator and there was a little bit of milk, three apples and an egg.

"I gotta go to the store." I sighed to myself.

I went back upstairs and got changed into blue straight jeans and one of Tate's navy sweaters. I went over to him.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Oh, hey. You okay?" He said tiredly, he was only just up.

"I gotta go to the store, we've got nothing in." I smiled.

"Okay, do you want me to come with y- oh." He said smiling and rolling his eyes.

"I'll be back soon." I said with a soft smile.

He gave me a tired grin and then rolled over again. It was only 8:30, I may as well just let him sleep. I went downstairs and out the door. The store was a ten minute walk, I'm sure I can manage it. I crossed the street when I heard voices from Constance's house.

"I'm leaving!" The voice yelled.

"Okay, be back soon." Someone yelled back, sounded like Constance.

A young man walked out the front door, he was walking towards the same path as I was. He was behind me for a short duration of time.

"So," I asked him, "what were you doing in Constance's house?"

"It doesn't matter." He laughed.

"I'm sorry, have we met? You just look so familiar." I queried.

"Yes, we have y/n. Yesterday." The boy continued.

"What? No, there must be a mistake. Only people I saw yesterday were the ghosts, Constance and Mich-" I froze.

"Michael." I said.

"You got that right." The boy smiled.

"Wha- this is impossible. You were literally three years of age yesterday, how are you physically older than me now?" I said bewilderedly.

"Why ask questions you already know the answers to?" Michael laughed, "You know about me, my gifts, my desires. There's no point in lying."

"I know about your future, what you're destined to do. But why? Why do you want to be the end of everything." I demanded.

"It's my duty, y/n. It's my sole purpose, a child that's between worlds, twisting reality.... he is the devil."

Shit.

"Leave me alone, Michael." I told him.

"Why?" He sneered.

"Michael, you may be older now but I can still kick your ass, so clear off." I said, still walking.

"I'm going to the store. No point separating now." Michael smiled.

"I said go away!" Turning around and pushing him backwards.

He didn't say anything for ten seconds, then looked me in the eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frustrate you, I'll leave you alone." He slowly walked off and back to his house.

I abandoned the store and ran back towards the house.

I ran up the stairs as quickly as I can and I barged into Tate's room.

"We have a problem."

Tate was sitting on the bed.

"What, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Michael. He's- I'm gonna sound crazy, he's... grown." I explained.

"Grown? What do you mean?" He asked confusedly.

"He's grown, physically. Just yesterday he was three years old, physically, mentally, biologically. Now he's 18. Literally."

"What? Y/n, you're not making any sense, he's physically 18, now?" Tate questioned.

"Yes, I don't know how to explain it, he's literally 17 or 18. Just what Cordelia said would be the End of Days." I informed him, I peered out the window.

"I gotta get a look at him, is he in my mother's house?" Tate asked.

"Speak of the devil."

We spun around and Michael was in the door way.

"Literally." He smirked.

"Michael, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I've come for a family reunion." Michael said sarcastically.

"I don't know where Vivien is, don't come to me about it." I told him.

"Oh, but I'm not looking for my mother." He said to me, taking his eyes off mine.

"Hey!" Tate raised his voice, "Get your ass out of here."

"What are you gonna do?" Michael mocked, "Kill me?"

Tate stepped back, and I walked over to Michael.

"I'm hoping there's not gonna be a problem?" I looked up at him, "Get. Out."

"Okay." Michael smiled, and as he was walking out he flicked his fingers, it pushed me back.

Fuck. He has powers.

"You little shit." I quickly walked out towards him and did the same thing, making him trip over.

"What did you do that for?" He said sincerely, and left.

Huh?

"What the hell was that?" I asked Tate.

"I don't know. He seems bipolar." Tate smirked.

I smiled.

"I gotta call Cordelia." I said, "She told me I'd anything goes wrong to call her."

Tate nodded and I picked up the phone, dialled the numbers and let it ring out.

"Hello? Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies." Cordelia said.

"Delia? It's me."

"Y/n! I was meaning to speak to you." Cordelia said to me.

"There's a problem." I informed her.

"I know. I can feel it, and there's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling. There's something coming, we're on the brink of an attack."

"It's Michael. He's... aged." I said.

"God, I should have expected that. A child between life and death grows much faster, that's why Vivien had the twins so early." Cordelia realised.

"Life and death? What does that mean?"

"That's for another time. I'll get back to you as soon as possible." Cordelia said, then hung up the phone.

Michael was going to do something, no one knows how big or small yet, but it's coming, we can feel it. Something terrible is about to happen, there's no way we can prevent it. The waiting's the worst, but I have to get used to the feeling. The waiting.