"Where are we even going Tate? I swear if these months have just been the build up of you killing me, I'm gonna be soo ticked off. I thought we were going to the beach?" I whined.

He had blindfolded me since the moment I took a step out of my door. I had been trying to sniff the air for the past 20 minutes, and it definitely didn't smell like the beach.

Feeling his fingers brush my neck as he untied my blindfold. As it dropped to the floor, I gasped at the view.

It was beautiful, the stars, the lights scattered around the city.

Hearing the crashing of waves, I quickly turned around so see that we were indeed way above from the sea.

We were so far up, I felt like I could almost touch the stars. Looking around us, I saw how we were current on top of some hilltop. There was a peach orange blanket spread across the ground, with a picnic basket set down in the middle.

A bottle of champagne and 2 glasses leaned on the basket, making my insides feel like they were turning into jelly.

I know I have said that I hated all the cliché things, but let's be honest. This wasn't exactly Tate's preferred scene, which made things a lot less cringe worthy for me.

Taking my hand, he lead me to the blanket; lowering me as we got to the basket.

As he laid me down, his hands faced down on either side of my head. I was expecting him to just kiss me, but he didn't.

He just stared down at me, breathing in every inch of my face.

"What?" I laughed.

Snapping out of his gaze, his cheeks started to turn a light red as I stared back in his eyes.

He was actually blushing, just because I caught him gazing at me like a brand new toy.

"I-I wasn't staring at you" He quickly said with his cheeks turning even more red by the second.

Placing my hand on the side of his cheek, i raised my lips to his, moving in closer as a sound escaped his throat. Breaking away, I quietly laughed as his eyes were still slightly closed, and lips were still pouted.

"Never said you were" Grinning, he hopped off of me and grabbed the bottle of champagne. Shaking it up and down, i tried to scramble to my feet before the champagne would spray all over me...but obviously I was too late.

"You're such a little shit" I screamed as he continued to laugh his heart out. Grabbing his stomach, he looked at me once more and broke out in louder laughs.

"Look, I'm not afraid to give you a black eye again" His laughs finally came to a stop, as he saw the smirk on my lips. Rolling his eyes in a playful manner, he began to pour the drink into the glasses.

Yup, that definitely shut him up.

Grabbing the glass he handed me, he inched loser to kiss me passionately on the lips. Pulling away so our lips were grazing each others, he smiled.

"Here's to the future" He whispered before kissing me again. Flinging down my glass, he did the same and began to lower me to the ground once again.

"Never really liked champagne anyway" He scoffed.

Taking his shirt off from over his head, he tossed it behind him and gazed back into my eyes.

"This is gonna be good" He laughed before tracing kissed down my chest.

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Pulling my top back over my head, i reached for my phone and quickly texted Honey while Tate was putting on his jeans.

I quickly placed the phone down as he turned around to face me with a smile. His hair was a complete mess and probably would have looked horrible on anyone else, but somehow it just added to his sex appeal.

"You're a filthy animal, you know that?" He winked. Trying to push down my blush that was trying to force its way to my face, i miserably failed.

"Can we go for a walk on the beach" I spoke with a slightly uneasy voice.

I knew that Honey would be down there waiting for us, which meant i was all that closer to Miss Nut balls.

"Sure" He chirped gleefully. Grabbing my hand, he helped me walk down the hilltop and back onto the sandy beach. The butterflies went crazy as he kissed the top of my hand, and went back to holding it into his.

I was still staring at our entwined hands as he froze in his steps; looking up at his face he looked confused.

Looking in the direction he was looking, there Honey sat on the sand crying her eyes out. Why was she crying?

"Honey?" He said as he was asking a question.

Snapping her head up in our direction, her eyes went to me and then to Tate before getting to her feet. Running up to Tate, her arms latched around him while he gripped tighter to my hand.

"Um-" He said awkwardly while he looked back at me cautiously.

I'm sorry but what the heck was she playing at? The plan was she came here and just asked Tate if he could help her find her freaking dog, not cop a fucking feel of him.

About to speak up, she secretly sent me a wink, and a warming expression before going back to wailing like a newborn baby.

A plan change I'm guessing...

"Oh Tate mi mamá, es mi madre she's ill, She's got until tomorrow Tate. I need to see her, qué si ella muere, what if she dies and I don't get to see her. But no one can take me, and I've been drinking and have no money for a cab, will you take me in my car?" Looking up at him with her lips pouted, and her mascara stained down her face.

Letting go of his hand, i took a step back and gave him a reassuring smile.

"You should take her Tate, she is your friend isn't she? We can always spend tomorrow together" Furrowing his bushy eyebrows, he ran a hand through his hair and looked at me with his eyes trying to send me some message.

"Are you sure kitten?" He said with a gentle tone, while one hand patted Honey's back.

nodding my head, i reassured him that I'd be fine getting back to my house okay, and watched him walking to the end of the beach with Honey tucked under his arm.

Now...let the fun begin.

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Tate's POV:

"So where exactly am i taking you?" I asked with an annoyed tone as i put the key into the ignition.

I know I may sound like a dick, but last time i checked, Honey fucking hated her mom. Her mom cared more about crack than she did ever about Honey. Seriously... her mom once tried to trade Honey for a gram of coke before, no joke.

So currently i was confused on why Honey was now so desperate to see her on her death bed.

"235 down town, Isle street" She croaked.

Down town? Down fucking town!? Does she know how long that will take me, all freaking night that's how long.

"Honey, that's gonna take me all night, I'm meant to be with kitten tonight-" Feeling a slap on my arm, i glared at her making her do it twice more.

"mi madre es jodidamente muriendo, y usted se preocupa por volver a atornillar su novia. Lo juro por Dios- (my mother is fucking dying, and you care about getting back to screwing your girlfriend. I swear to god)"

Putting my hands up in defense, I continued to drive down the street with a sour face.

"Fine" I seethed through my gritted teeth.

She's lucky I'm a fucking great person.

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A/N:

OOOOO THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GON BE GOOOOOOOOOD

Tell me what you think about this chapter though, cause any feedback is good feeback.

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