Unlikely // Tate Langdon (AHS)

• Chapter 4 •

As Tate rose from his seat, he sent his mother a look that could kill and walked awkwardly towards Heather's table. Luckily for him, her father had just left the table to get another round of drinks in so he didn't have the embarrassment of having to deal with him, and her mother was busy engaged in conversation with an elderly woman on the table next to theirs. As he approached, Heather noticed that he was making his way towards her table and a look of confusion passed over her features.

"Do you wanna dance?" Tate asked in a low voice with a smirk on his face. He felt awkward and so opted for his mother's favourite: fake it until you make it. So he plastered on some fake confidence and asked the girl to dance.

"Not even a hello?" Heather questioned matching his smirk with one of her own.

"No, you got the standard Tate Langdon package. For hellos you have to upgrade to the deluxe package." Tate countered offering his hand out.

"Sure, why not." Heather laughed lightly as she rose and took his hand.

Tate lead her toward the dance floor and placed one hand on her hip and kept one hand clasped in his. He glanced around awkwardly noticing his mother and grandmother watching him with smiles on their faces. This was still a better option than movie night with his parents. He continued to dance with Heather in silence  while his eyes shifted around the room. He felt it would be better to get the one dance over quickly and silently and head back to his table. Heather however was looking directly at his face. Tate thought that her expression looked as if she was studying him, trying to work him out. He didn't like it, it made him uncomfortable. Finally, he sighed and groaned "When will that man die? He's like one hundred." deciding it would be better to make conversation rather than suffer the awkward silence.

Heather laughed and looked up at him before asking, "How do you know David?"

Tate shook his head before replying "I don't really to be honest, I think he's like my mom's, uncle's fish's brother or some shit like that."

Heather gave a fake gasp before stating in a tone of feigned surprise "I didn't know fishes could have human brothers!"

Tate gave a laugh before joining her in her fake surprise as he retorted "Wait. You don't have a fish brother? We can't associate with one and other anymore."

Heather rolled her eyes and smirked "No I just have a dancing partner who can't learn to loosen up." As she spoke, Heather used her hand placed on Tate's back to push his hips, indicating to him how to move. "You're too stiff move your hips, Tate."

Tate's lips parted in surprise before he responded sarcastically "Heather, I don't even want to be here, let alone dancing."

Heather's eyes ran over Tate's face as she tried to understand him. She had many questions. Why had he asked her to dance? What was in that for him? He clearly didn't want to be dancing with her. They never spoke to one and other, they simply acknowledged the others presence. Why dancing? And why her? His expression gave nothing away. He was mostly expressionless as a person anyway in Heather's opinion. As she passed his gate in a morning sure they would smile at one and other, but at school he was just one of the stoners standing around behind the bike sheds smoking weed. He never gave much about himself away. He was silent in class, and walked home alone. His headphones were clearly his best friend. He was her exact opposite. She was a socialite at school. She had lots of friends and she knew she was considered popular. She's not stupid and she's not ignorant she knew her position. And that position was not in the same category as Tate's. Hell if you simply glanced at them at this point in time you could tell that. Heather was wearing a little black dress and matching black heels while Tate was sporting a pairs of baggy, blue ripped jeans, a nirvana t-shirt and an unbuttoned chequered shirt. So, why at an 80th birthday party had Tate Langdon approached her? She decided if she wanted to know so bad, she was going to have to ask him. So she did just that. "Why did you ask me to dance, Tate?"