AU: Vivien files for divorce against Ben. Violet and her father move across the country after Ben has an affair.

Hi guys. I started a new story, because I didn't really have an idea of where my other one was going. I will try to update next Thursday, but I don't know for sure. Hope you guys enjoy this one!

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After driving for almost five days, Ben and Violet Harmon were almost to Los Angeles. Violet loathed the idea of moving to Los Angeles. She loved Boston, especially the chilly winters they had there. About six months ago, Vivien filed for divorce from Ben after she caught him cheating. Vivien couldn't support Violet by herself, so Ben got custody. Violet loved her father, but she didn't like him. She found him disgusting, but for some reason she still loved him after hurting her mother so much. No one would've ever thought it, but it was agonizing for Violet to see her mother suffering.

"Isn't it awesome, Vi?" Ben asked perkily as they pulled into the driveway.

Violet replied with sarcasm,"Yeah, awesome, dad."

Ben rolled his eyes and let out a great sigh. When they opened the front door, they were greeted by mahogany walls and tiffany fixtures. Ben had already seen the house a couple of times, he flew out about a month ago to see it and bought it because it reminded him of Violet. The house had character and a comforting darkness, just like Violet. It was a big house for the two of them, but Violet didn't mind because it meant more space to be alone. All they had were their beds in the house and the rest of the furniture was on its way. After walking around the house for awhile, Ben realized he needed to stock up on food.

"Violet, I'm going to the store. Do you want to go with me?"

"No thanks," Violet replied with a monotone voice.

Ben kissed his daughter on the forhead, told her he loved, and left. After her father departed, Violet regretted not going with him. What was she going to do in this sterile house. She saw a figure on the other side of the fence, a boy. Violet longed for a friend, even though she would never admit. The boy soon descried her and signaled at her to come over to him. Once she was out of the boy's view, she smiled as she walked to the door, then hid it once her feet hit the front porch of the house. Before she could even walk to the boy's yard, he was already in her's.

"Hey, my name's Tate." Violet stepped towards the yard.

"Violet. I just moved here."

"Yeah, I could tell, I've never seen you around here before."

"Do you go to Westfield?"

"Uhm, no actually. I go to Long Park. I'm in the creative writing program there."

For awhile there was silence, neither of them minded, but it felt awkward.

"Do you want to hangout at my house?" Tate suggested.