Credit: Everyone give thanks to NeverFallAwayy for coming up with idea and helping me with the entire storyline. Thanks should also be given to InvisibleTardis for turning this idea into an amazing Violate AU MeMe. One more set of thanks to the anon that asked me to write this story.

Violet Langdon looked out her bedroom window, staring down at the moving truck that was parked at the house across the street. She watched as a man, who looked to be middle aged but none the less attractive, carried boxes off of the truck and into the house. There was also a woman, who appeared to be the same age as the man, that was carrying small things inside. Violet could tell that the woman and man were married by the way they acted towards each other.

Her attention was pulled away from the couple when a teenage boy walked out of the house. Violet tilted her head to the side and watched the boy's every move. He seemed to walk with confidence but also with an "I don't care" attitude. He dressed like he was stuck in the 90's grunge fashion style, and his blonde curls fell into his eyes. She didn't realize that she had been staring for so long until the boy looked up and locked eyes with her. Violet felt her stomach do a flip as she looked into the boy's dark eyes. She tried to keep a cool face and smirked at the boy before turning her back to the window and walking away.

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"Tate, sweetie, can you please start taking your boxes inside?" Tate Harmon turned his head towards his mother and glared at her.

"Don't call me that." He grumbled under his breath. He hated when his mother called him pet names. He had an actual name for a reason. There was no need to use annoying nick names.

Vivien Harmon laughed and kissed her son on his cheek. "I love you, too." She teased as she walked away. Tate rolled his eyes and moved to pick up one of the boxes that had his name written on it. He walked into the old mansion and took the box to his room. He couldn't believe that his parents had bought this house. It was like a hundred years old. Tate threw the box on the floor before moving to sit on the edge of his bed. He was not happy that his parents had decided to completely uproot his life in Boston and move the family to LA. He hated LA, and he had only been in the city for a few hours. Why the fuck was it so hot and sunny? Granted, it was the beginning of August, but there wasn't even a breeze outside. It was just… hot.

"Tate! Come down stairs!" Tate groaned when he heard his father's voice calling out to him. He moved as slowly as possible when he got off his bed and made his way down stairs. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and was greeted by a smiling redhead that looked to be in her mid twenties.

"Oh, there he is. This is our son Tate. Tate, this is Hayden. She stopped by to welcome us to the neighborhood." Vivien smiled while looking between Tate and Hayden. Hayden smiled at Tate and extended her hand out to him. Tate halfway smiled back and shook the woman's hand. His eyes grew wide as soon as his skin touched hers. She was freezing cold. Hayden noticed Tate's reaction and quickly pulled her hand from his.

"It's nice to meet you, Tate." Hayden smiled at him again. "Your mother told me that you're going to be a senior at Westfield this year. That's my old school. It's great, and has a pretty good football team."

"Uh yea… I'm more of a track guy." Tate's fingers pushed his hair out of his eyes.

"Oh… Well they are pretty good at that too. I'm sure they will be excited to have you."

"Thanks."

"Oh Hayden, why don't we go into the kitchen and talk some more while I unpack?" Vivien smiled at Hayden. Tate was relieved when Hayden's gaze left his and moved back to his mother's.

"Okay, I would like that." Hayden smiled sweetly and followed Vivien down the hallway.

Tate turned his attention to the open front door. The door had been open all day because they were constantly moving boxes inside. Tate's eyes roamed over the door frame and the floor around the open space. He looked at the sun shining in and took a step back so that he was enveloped in the shadows. His eyes moved past the door frame, down the walkway, across the street, and landed on the house next door.

The house looked similar to his, but it was obviously newer and a bit smaller. That was the house that he had seen the girl standing in the window. His eyes roamed over the outside of the house, looking for the correct window. He finally found it and felt twinge of disappointment when he saw that there was nothing in the window, only darkness. He felt this need to see that girl again, and he had no idea why.

"Hey, Tate. What are you staring so intently at?" A man's voice came up from behind Tate. Tate shrugged his shoulders and turned around to face his father.

"Nothing, just looking." Tate mumbled and walked past his dad, heading for the stairs and his room.

Ben Harmon watched as his teenage son walked up the stairs. He could see that his son was not happy, and he felt bad. Ben wished that the family could have stayed in Boston, but he knew that they needed a fresh start. Tate had started getting into trouble at school, and Ben thought that maybe a different city would keep his son from getting into more trouble. Ben had also planned the move to save his marriage. Vivien and he had hit a rough patch when they couldn't get pregnant again, and their marriage had started to become stale. Ben knew that this new city would reignite the fire in their hearts.

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"Violet, child, would you please come here for a moment?" Constance Langdon called up the stairs to her daughter. She waited at the bottom of the stairs, impatiently tapping her foot. She smirked as she watched her daughter slowly descend down the stairs. "Well don't take all day, girl! We have something that we need to do."

Violet rolled her eyes at her mother. She could not stand the woman. She hated the way she dressed and did her hair, and she hated the way that she spoke. Her mother had been living in California for over twenty years, and she still insisted on speaking with a deep southern accent. The twang in her words was enough to make Violet grind her teeth together whenever she heard her mother speak.

"What could WE possibly need to do, mother dearest?" Violet sneered.

"Violet Elaine! Don't you ever speak to your mother that way again." Larry scolded Violet as he walked up beside Constance. Larry was not Violet's biological father, but he had adopted her when she was only a baby when he married Constance. Constance had insisted that Violet keep her real father's last name for reasons that she never explained to Larry. Violet liked to throw the fact that he wasn't her real father in his face whenever she was angry with him.

To be honest, Violet's parents weren't awful parents. They were loving to her and gave her everything and anything that she wanted, but they also wanted her to be perfect. They expected her to do so many things, and Violet just wanted to float on by without being noticed.

"We have new neighbors, and I think that we should go introduce ourselves and welcome them to the neighborhood." Constance smiled and looked excited. Violet rolled her eyes again and immediately thought "hell no". There was no way that she was going to go over to that house so that her mother could parade her around. There was also no way that she was going into that house. She knew what was in that house, and she wanted nothing to do with it. She turned around and started walking back up the stairs.

"Violet, where are you going?"

"Upstairs to lie down. I think I have the flu." Violet mumbled and continued to retreat up the stairs to her room.

Constance opened her mouth to say something to stop her daughter, but Larry stopped her by placing his arm around her shoulder. "Let her go, Connie. You know she hates that house." Constance nodded her head and smiled when Larry placed a kiss on her cheek.

Okay, well there we go. This is the set up chapter to everything that will happen in the story. Every character that was mentioned in this chapter will have an important role to play in the story at some point. I hope that you are as intrigued with this story as I am.