TordTom OneShots

Band au but different

{Basically Band au. But also different from that au. Sorry I hate my life too.}

No one's P.O.V

"You're really that excited?" Patryk asked as he takes his guitar case and lay it on the floor gently. There band was finally able to attend to a Battle of the Bands competition in their University.

"HELL YEAH!!" Tord yelled in excitement as he fist pumped the air doing a victory pose after, "we're winning this thing!!" Tord chirped before Paul crashed down from the stairs then quickly recovered with a fist pump up in the air like Tord's.

Patryk chuckled before carrying his guitar case to the car, "well what are you idiots waiting for? Come on!"

"YEEAAHH!!!" Tord and Paul yelled like two little kids then raced to the car, carrying their instruments for the Battle. Although Tord didn't have an instrument.

He was the singer of their band, Red Army.

All three were determined to win since they practiced everyday for their songs. No way for them to mess things up.

Backstage~~

"Holy fuck-- I'm nervous as heck!" Tord stated as he clutched his own shirt while peeking at the crowd. Paul and Patryk shot gazes before they went over to their friend and gave him a pat on his shoulder,

"You're gonna be okay." Paul said as he puts a cigarette in his mouth, Patryk glared at him before smiling back to Tord, "yeah, just think of it like... practicing in our garage." Patryk said as he patted Tord's head. Ruining Tord's 'stylish' hairstyle.

"Hey! Come on! I just got that done!" Tord whined as he touches his hair annoyingly, Patryk giggled before he reached out a pack of hair gel in his pocket and gave it to Tord.

"Here you go, ya big baby." Patryk teased before going back to what he was doing, Paul nodded then went back to preparing his drum set. Tord groaned annoyingly before he walks to the restroom, which was located OUTSIDE the backstage. Throughout the whole walking, Tord saw about 3-4 band's participating, including theirs.

Which of course, he doesn't know of, he didn't really care though, he just wanted to fix his hair. When Tord finally got to the restroom he bumped into someone because of his rush.

"Fuu... Sorry dude." The other guy mumbled as he rubs his spiky hair before looking up to Tord.

"Holy damn-- you're tall!" The guy yelled as he stepped back in surprise. Tord playfully rolled his eyes and chuckled, "you didn't have to remind me. Kid." Tord retorts as he looks around in the restroom. They were completely alone.

The shorter guy glared at Tord, "You got a lot of courage calling me a kid." He said before he laughs. Tord looks back at him, he was wearing a plain grey polo, black ripped jeans and checkered shoes. He had a blue hoodie tied around his waist.

Tord found the guy's taste in fashion.. quite interesting. He then looks up to the guy's face. He has two completely black eyes, pinkish lips and cheeks.

"You have very nice, captivating eyes." Tord complimented senselessly,

"Thanks?" The guy replied as he looks at Tord confusingly. Tord realized that the guy had brown hair that was spiked up and some piercings in either of his ears.

"Uhh.. cool hair?" The guy hesitantly complimented back to Tord. Tord let out a soft genuine laugh,

"I'm still gonna have to work on it. For the Battle of the bands.. you know?"

"Oh you're participating?" The guy asked, jolting Tord up when he leaned closer to Tord. Tord stared at him then smirked as he thought the guy looked cute, "you're not allowed to have piercings in this University, Kid." Tord stated, giggling to himself quietly, the guy just smiled at him,