(tordtom.)
(tw: argumentative/graphic language.)
The blue hooded male walked down the stairs. He gazed around the room for a moment. Something felt..
Off.
He'd furrow his eyebrows when he heard laughter from the kitchen.
He followed the sound of it and stopped in his tracts.
His face turned into a scowl when he saw the oh-so familiar red hooded male.
"Oh hallo Thomas! I was wondering when you'd show up!"
Tord beamed with a laugh. Causing the other two friends to laugh a long.
Tom scoffed. "Oh shut up will you?" He'd reply to the obnoxious norweigan.
Tord shrugged and rolled his eyes. "You can't tell me what to do."
"Wanna bet that?"
"Don't need too! Besides, we all know that's true."
Tom huffed and opened the fridge. Edd and Matt watched cautiously as they see Tom take out a bottle of Smirnoff.
"Tom, that's your third bottle today! Ever since Tord came back you've been drinking more.."
Edd commented. His voice full of concern.
Tom shakes his head and turned around to face the green hooded male.
"Yeah? And I plan on drinking more until commie leaves again!"
He'd raise his voice a little. Slamming the fridge door and leaves the kitchen angrily.
Edd sighed and held his head in his hands.
Matt comfortingly rubs his back.
"I don't understand..why can't you two just get along?" He asks Tord. Shaking his head in disappointment.
Tord shrugs.
"He's the one who's pissy about me being here."
Edd sighs.
"Well, me and Matt have to head to the grocery store. We will be back in an hour."
Edd commented and stood up.
He gently held Matt's hand as they waved bye to Tord.
They then left the house.
Tom was currently upstairs. Drinking the bottle he had.
"Stupid commie..always screwing around with my feelings." He'd say bitterly. Staring at the half empty bottle.
He'd hiccup for a moment as he placed the bottle on his night stand.
Tom laid on his back. Looking at his ceiling. He felt himself tear up.
"We are always fighting.." he'd mumble. Tears started to roll down his face but he quickly wiped them away when he heard footsteps approaching his bedroom.
Tord knocked.
"Thomas? Err, just wanted to let you know Edd and Matt left to the market."
He'd say. His norweigan accent slurring a bit of his words as he spoke.
"Oh? Okay then. So it's just us here then."
"Besides Ringo, yes."
"Okay...thanks for telling me. Now kindly go the fuck away."
"Why?"
"Because I want to be left alone?."
"Ha! Classic Stupid Tom. You think I'll leave that easily?"
Tord retorted back as he opened Tom's bedroom door.
Tom groaned as he sat up. He'd turn his head. Wanting to hide the tears he has been shedding.
Tord raised an eyebrow. Noticing a tear slide down Tom's cheek.
"Crying now? Over a small insult like that? God, you are pathetic aren't you?"
"Shut the fuck up commie! I'm not crying over your damn insult. Stupid bitch."
Tom harshly spat back. Crossing his arms.
"Oi, I'm not the stupid one here. You are."
"What the fuck do you want from me."
"classic stupid tom."
"Stop calling me that!"
"No."
"Then, go away!"
"No-."
"UGHHH...!"
Tord giggled as he walked over Toms bed. He sat on it. Staring at the brit lovingly.
"It's fun teasing you."
"No."
"Ja."
Tom growled in anger and looked over at Tord. He'd narrow his 'eyes.'
"What the bloody hell do you want from me commie."
Tord clicked his tongue in thought for a moment. Before he smirked.
"You."
Tom furrowed his eyebrows. His heart picking up it's pace.
"Haha..what?"
"You heard me, Jehovah."
Tord softly replied.
Tom felt his face starting to heat up.
"..Huh?"
Which made Tord grin.
"Classic Stupid Tom, you don't see it. Do you?"
"See..what?"
Tord rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
He pulled the brit close and pressed his lips against his(Tom's.) lips.
Tom's 'eyes' went white for a moment as Tord pulled away.
"See it now?"
"I-i- uh- i-i..uhh- uh-huh.."
Tom stuttered out. His face a bright red.
Tord felt his cheeks warm up. A little bit of pink on his.
"Classic Stupid Tom, I only pick on and tease you because I've fallen for you. It hurts me when we get into fist fights though.. breaks my heart truly."
Tord rambled on. Keeping his face close to Tom's.
"Y-you feel the same..?"
"Feel the same?" Tord repeated.
"L-like.."
"–I know what you meant, Thomas."
Which made Tom fall quiet. He looked down as he blushed.
Tord lifted his chin and looked at him lovingly before kissing him softly.
Tom slowly kissed back and wrapped his arms around Tords neck.
While Tord placed his hands on Tom's hips.
They slowly pulled away.
"You love me?"
"Indeed I do. Alot."
Tord laughs softly afterwards.
"Let's, not fight anymore. Kjære. It truly breaks me apart."
"Especially now.."
"Especially." Tord agreed as he held Tom's hand.
"Classic Stupid Tom, you truly didn't know i fell for you?"
"Hey! It wasn't obvious!"
"So?"
"I-i can't read your emotions!"
They bickered for a moment before laughing together.
Soon enough there laughter died and they kissed each other again.
"I love you, My Classic Stupid Tom｡♡"
"I love you too, My Perverted Communist."
They both laughed before laying down next to each other.
Cuddling and falling asleep.
(｡・//ε//・｡).
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