The Return

What Are Friends For?

Sunlight showered blindingly into the room, setting the dark interior ablaze. A groan escaped from under the covers as light danced menacingly over his shut eyes. No matter how he squeezed his eyes the sun kept glaring and finally he realized all was futile.
Slowly opening his eyes he glanced up then yelped and tossed himself out of the bed and onto the floor. Stupid. He cursed himself for not shutting the blinds to the window the night before. His eyes temporarily blinded. When he could finally see he stared at the ceiling before turning to his alarm. He groaned again. It was too early for this.

He contemplated rolling back to sleep on the floor before coming to a realization; he was not alone. Looking over he could see the gentle rise and fall of someone else curled in a red sleeping bag beside him, that was when he remembered.

-Evening Before-

A knock came to the door of the apartment and the boys all turned from the television to stare. It was 11pm and most people would be asleep, on the exception for people like these three boys, who enjoyed all night movie marathons of 'The Insane Zombie Pirates from Hell.'
The knock came again.
"Tom you get the door." Started Matt.
"How about you instead, Matt." He grumbled.
The last boy shrugged. "Fine."
Rising from his seat on the couch Edd started towards the door. Turning the the door knob it opened to reveal a sore sight and it left him speechless. Tom and Matt looked over, "Edd?...," they spoke in unison.

(A/N - I'll be honest, I have no idea where I'm going with this yet but I hope you all stick around to find out. Most of this will be from Tom's POV, and I'm sure you've guessed our 'friendly' Norwegian friend will be joining the story and probably part of it from his POV. I write in 3rd person POV and will let you know who it'll be from or I might make you guess like I did at the start of this Chapter. Enjoy!)