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Meeting Tom

Tord tapped his pencil against his desk as he took the test. He wasn't tapping his pencil because he didn't know the answer—that was far from it. He was tapping his pencil because of the question that was presented this morning.

"Good morning, Tord!" Patryck smiled. Tord nodded as he dug into his french toast.

"Paul and I were thinking...why don't you invite Tom to lunch tomorrow?" Patryck asked. Tord almost choked on his breakfast.

"T-tomorrow?" he asked.

"Well, it's Saturday tomorrow and we don't have any plans. Don't you think it would be nice?" Patryck said as he sat at the table. Tord nodded and went back to focusing on his breakfast.

Tord didn't hate the idea of going out to breakfast with his boyfriend, but he was against the idea of his parents meeting Tom. Tom was right—he wasn't the kind of kid you wanted your son hanging around. Tom wasn't necessarily a bad kid—no; he kind of was.

Tord loved Tom, but would his parents? Just thinking about it sent shivers down Tord's spine.

"Ten minutes left to complete your test," said the teacher. Tord cursed at himself and finished the test quickly. He stood to turn it in and grouchily sat back in his desk. He looked over at Tom, who was giving him a raised brow. Tord rolled his eyes and put his head down.

"Hey commie," Tom said as he made his way to his desk. The bell had just rung and Edd and Matt were still packing up. Tord grumbled something inaudible as he stood.

"'Scuse me?" Tom said sarcastically. "I don't speak Norski." he laughed. Tord walked with him to outside the classroom as they waited for Edd and Matt.

"Tom, do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?" Tord said bluntly. Tom raised a brow.

"Is this why you've been grouchy? You wanted to ask me out and didn't know how?" Tom teased. Tord glared up at him.

"With my parents."

Tom's smirk dropped.

"Oh." he said. He stood up straighter. "I mean, it sounds nice," he said.

"My parents are going to judge you hardcore if you say no." Tord stared up at him lazily. Tom blushed at Tord's grimace.

"You're really cute when you're pissy, you know that?"

"Tom can you or can you not?" Tord grumbled as they waited for Edd and Matt.

"I'm sure I can." Tom's eyes glanced behind Tord at Edd. "My dad works on Saturday so he's taking the car—"

"My parents offered to pick you up," Tord mumbled. Tom blushed a little more.

"There's no way out, is there?" Tom asked. Tord shook his head.

"I wish there was."