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I love you, Tom.

The first two weeks weren't difficult for Tord, and a lot of his teachers warned him that it might be like that for a while, but Tord wasn't complaining.

"Hey commie!" Tom semi-shouted. Tord turned around to see the tall boy walking to him.

"Hi, Tom," Tord waved. Tom stopped beside him.

"Is this your little hideout?" he chuckled, gesturing to the storage room.

"Yeah, I guess. I can't let you in, though," Tord furrowed his brows as Tom raised his.

"Is that so?" Tom looked behind him as the bell rang.

"Well, I don't think you want me to go to ISS, do you?" he leaned in. Tord didn't break eye contact.

"What is ISS?" he asked. Tom lost his smirk and blinked.

"In school suspension," he said. Tom's arm wriggled behind Tord and opened the door. Tord blushed, embarrassed.

"Oh," he mumbled. He sighed as he followed Tom into the room; he closed the door behind them.

"Why do you come here anyway?" Tom asked. Tord walked past him to the covered piano.

"This," he whispered. Tom stared at it.

"But it's broken," Tom stated bluntly. Tord glared at him.

"I fixed it as best as I could, but that does not matter. It's tuned and it plays." Tord sat on the wobbly bench. Tom nodded.

"So you play then?" he asked. Tord nodded slightly and placed his fingers on the keys.

At first, he played softly, but the song started to become stronger. The tempo became faster, Tord played harder, and the song became real .

Tord slammed the keys, which made Tom jump. Tord played the soft part that he played at the beginning and ended the song.

"Holy shit," Tom mumbled. He sat next to Tord, who was slightly shaking.

"That was pretty damn cool," Tom added. He raised a brow at Tord.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah." Tord nodded.

"Anxiety?" Tom asked. Tord nodded again.

"Yeah, that."

They sat together as Tord played a soft, looping melody.

"You want to hang out today? Matt, Edd, and I were going to go see a movie or something," Tom asked quietly. He pressed one key repeatedly as Tord shifted his position to play to it.

"Uh, sure," he muttered. "I might not be able to keep up with the movie." he smiled. Tom shrugged.

"You've seen a movie before, right? It shouldn't be too hard." he chuckled. Tord turned his head to the side and shrugged.

"I haven't been to a theater in a few years and I haven't seen a movie in English," Tord said. Tom's eyes widened.

"Are you serious?" he asked. Tord nodded. "Dude, that's lame. You're coming with us." Tom decided.

"My parents will want to meet you," Tord said, not taking his eyes off the piano. Tom shrugged.

"They can meet Edd and Matt. Most parents don't like meeting kids like me." Tom leaned back, but the bench wobbled. Tord closed the piano and turned to Tom.