TomTord shit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

story 1

Ah, another day gone to waste. Not doing shit with my time, other than wallowing in my own self pity and drinking.

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, what better way to spend my time?"

Tom took a long swig from his flask of whatever cheap, shitty whiskey he had in it this time. He didn't really care, as long as it got him shit-faced drunk. He sat on the floor of his room, leaning against his bed. His TV played some random show he wasn't really paying any mind to. In his other hand, was a crinkled piece of paper with shitty handwriting on it.

LOL ur a stinky jehovah 

Next to the almost unreadable text, was a really bad drawing of Tom. 

Tom rolled his eyes. "Jehovah's don't drink, dumbass." he mumbled, taking another sip of his drink. He clenched the paper in his hand, then stuffed it in the pocket of his hoodie. With his free hand on his bed, he used all the energy he had to push himself onto his feet. He stumbled a bit before standing up straight, his head feeling all dizzy. Then, a knock at his door caught his attention. The door creaked open slightly and Tord peaked his head inside.

"Hey, Tom. Did you get my message?" he asked, with a stupid smirk on his face. 

"Yeah, G-Good one, Tord."

Tord pushed the door open and took a step into Tom's room. "Are you okay, Tom? You look fucked up."

"A lil... I'm fiiiine," Tom mumbled. He used all his limited brain power to shove past Tord and stumble into the bathroom. "Just gotta take a piss."

Tord watched as he was basically falling into the bathroom, a concerned look on his face. 
Is he okay?

While taking a piss, Tom felt very uneasy. As soon as he finished, he lunged over and vomited everything in his stomach into the toilet. Tord, on the other side of the door, cringed at the retching sounds Tom was making. 

"Jeez Tom, you okay?"

Tom wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stood up straight. Well, at least he felt better now. 

Tom opened the door to see Tord standing right on the other side. He gave him an annoyed look. "Can I help you?" Tom said sarcastically. Tord grabbed his arm, looking him in the eyes. "Dude, what's up with you lately? You're drinking way more than usual, getting super fucked up. Is something going on?"

Tom yanked his arm out of Tord's grip. "Don't grab me like that you fuckin' commie," he pushed past Tord, shoving him with his shoulder. "It's none of your damn business." He walked back into his room, and slammed the door behind him. Tord stuck his foot in before it closed, and barged back in. 

"Tom, you know you can talk to me right? I know you hate me or whatever, but I'm here if you ever want to talk about anything.." Tord rubbed his arm and looked down at the ground.

I don't hate you..

"Tord, fuck off. When do you ever act like you care about me? Don't start acting like I'm someone important to you now. What, you need something from me? Is that why you're acting like you give a fuck?"

Tord frowned, looking up at Tom. He stepped closer. "I'm sorry, Tom. I just don't want us to be like this anymore, y'know? Always arguing and shit. I want to be friends."

Tom laughed coldly, and pushed Tord away, a little too hard. He hit the wall. "Pfft, okay dude. You're a dick, you know that?" Tom got in his face, and shoved his finger into his chest. "You, are so unpredictable. One minute you're insulting me and being an asshole, and now all of a sudden you care about me, and want to be my friend? You're a joke."