Do you just hate when you can't get yourself to write? And then you feel like a disappointment? QwQ No seriously, I'm sorry for not writing, I tried ;-;
No one's POV:
You know that feeling when you wake up, tired even after sleeping for ten hours straight and immediately get angry at yourself for still breathing? That's how Tord felt when he woke up. He wasn't sure what happened yesterday. He just noticed he had his phone in his hand, the battery dead.
Memories hit him. He was on a call with Tom and he fell asleep. He instantly grabbed his charger that laid lifelessly on the floor next to his bed, plugged his phone in and after a few minutes texted Tom.
N0RSK1: Good morning! I'm so sorry I fell asleep last night
PineappleBoi: Good morning to you too! And it's okay, you were adorable
Tord couldn't stop the blood rushing to his cheeks. The cold that was hugging him was slowly letting go of him as he talked to Tom. He could always make everything better. It was sweet. Though, the exaustion was still there, he just tried to push it back. He had to hide it.
N0RSK1: >///< Noooo
PineappleBoi: Oh, you were. You went quiet and then I heard snoring XD
N0RSK1: aaaaaa, Toooom!
PineappleBoi: Whaaat? Something wrong?~
N0RSK1: -///-
Tord was smiling, yeah, but the depressing feeling didn't leave him alone. He didn't know what made him like that. He just didn't feel well. He wanted to tell Tom, but he decided to listen to one of his...old classmates. Tord could still hear his voice.
"You're so negative." Tord knew. But how could he not? He understood, but the boy wouldn't leave him alone. He kept on pushing the painful truth to him. "Stop complaining. You just want attention." Tord wasn't aware of that one. Was he really being like that? Was he craving others' attention? Did he just want some love? Sympathy? He was the lonely one, afterall.
"Stop apologizing. Excuses, excuses and more excuses!" Tord was being annoying? Maybe to others. But he didn't know. And he didn't know how to fix it. After that, he was scared to speak to anyone, scared they'd judge him. Because he was making up excuses, craving attention or being so negative. At least he wasn't at school for that long. Who knows what could've happened...
PineappleBoi: How are you doing anyway?
N0RSK1: I'm alright, you?
PineappleBoi: Same
N0RSK1: Wyd?
PineappleBoi: Just chilling in my bed and not wanting to get up
N0RSK1: Same here XD
Tord smiled, feeling a little better. But it felt horrible to keep the pain to himself. And without realizing it, he started talking to himself. Tord sometimes did that. Many times, he searched it up to see if it was normal. He just found it was called maladaptive daydreaming. He didn't have any problems with it unless other people caught him doing it.
He spaced out for a while until his notifications went off.
PineappleBoi: Hey, wanna call again?
N0RSK1: Uhh, sure
His phone rang and he accepted the call, pressing it against his ear, taking a breath and smiling. "Hey, Tordie!" "I told you to stop using that nickname." "Okay then, Tordle Tot." Tord chuckled to himself as Tom laughed from the other side.
Tord's heart sped up a little, his cheeks flushing. He felt light just by hearing his bestie laugh. 'Is this how friendship feels?' Tord thought to himself, gripping his chest. "Tom?" Tom's laughter slowly died down, but Tord could almost feel the smile in his voice. "Yeah, what's up?"
"Have you ever been in a relationship with someone?" Tom was taken aback with this question. "Umm, no, not really. I'm a lonely potato. Why'd you ask?" "Nothing important, just wondering." Tom shrugged it off. "I wonder what it's like, though."
"Don't ask me, I have problems getting out of my house! My parents said something about butterflies. That it's like having butterflies in your stomach. That must be...uncomfortable." Tord cringed at the thought. "Yeah, I know right!" Tom gasped dramatically.
"Oh my jehovaaah, I can feel myself floating! The butterflies, I am soooo in looove!" Tord laughed, forgetting about being sad. He shut his eyes, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. "Toooom! Stooop!" They both laughed, as they both blush just by hearing the other one laugh. How cute.
When they calmed down, Tord took a breath, grinning. Silence hung in the air, but neither of the two bothered to say anything. They just enjoyed the comfortable atmosphere. Until Tom spoke. "Hey Tord?" "Yeah?" "...I'd really love to meet you in person."
Tord froze. "Really?" "Yeah, it'd be cool to hang out with you." Tom felt his cheeks heat up as he said that. Tord gripped his chest, shaking slightly. "But how would you get here?" Tom thought about it. Would he have enough money to even get there? He was unemployed, of course not..
"I'll get money, somehow." "Somehow? Seriously? Money doesn't grow on trees. At least not here in Norway, don't know about you." Tord joked, but felt pretty upset that he couldn't see Tom.
"I'll find a job." Tord sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Would you seriously get a job just so you could fly over here to visit me? Am I really that important to you?" Tom frowned. "Of course you are!"
The norwegian boy couldn't help but blush again. He felt his heartbeat grow faster. It felt strange, but comforting at the same time. At this point, he forgot he was ever upset. Tom really made everything better, didn't he? Good job, Tom.
"I wonder if I'll ever get a job. Who'd want me, though?" Tord thought out loud. "Do you have any dreams? I'm talking about your future job, because I'm sure you'll find one." Tord always liked learning languages. And writing. Pat once told him he's like a translator and that he could work like one in the future!
"...I'd love to translate books from English to Norwegian." Tord felt embarrassed for some reason. He always found a way to feel ashamed of himself. Poor boy.. "That's a nice job! You don't have to move around too much and you work from home!" Tord smiled.
"What would you like to do for a living?" "Something art related. A tattoo artist, maybe?" "You like drawing?" Tom chuckled at Tord's suprised tone. "I sure do! I'm not very good, though." Tord grinned uncontrollably. Why did Tom always make him smile? Was it that cute voice of his? Probably.
"I never saw any of your drawings so I can't deny nor agree." "I'll show you some later if you want me too.." "YES!" They laughed together. They felt like they knew each other for years, it certainly did not feel like they just met about two monts ago. They were just destined to be together, am I right?
"But I was serious. I'm gonna search for a job, get the money and fly over there to you." Tord shook his head, smiling softly. "Tooom.." "You can't stop me!" "Don't waste your money on meee!" Tord whined like a little child. Tom thought it was adorable, but decided not to tell him.
"Oh, but I will." Tord could hear the determination in Tom's voice, which made him chuckle more. "Okay, but I'm not forcing you." "Oh come on! I wanna come see you!" "And what then? You gonna leave a few days later." "No, I'm gonna stay there with you." Tom joked. Though, the thought didn't seem so bad to him.
"Okay, should I just tell my parents that we have a name housemate?" Tord tried hiding the chuckling, but failed miserably. And by that, I mean, he burst into laughter once again, Tom soon joining after.
"...Our boy is growing up." Pat said to Paul, smiling. They overheard some of Tord's conversation and of course, were being proud parents. Like it should be. They soon left the house, only leaving a short note behind to let Tord know they were out on a walk.
But it didn't seem like Tord minded it. As long as he was with Tom, he couldn't be happier. And he knows that one day, he'll fly over here. And stay with him. Forever.
If you're in a long distance relationship, I wish you luck! I'm sure one day, you'll meet and be together forever ♥