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Friends

Tord was too tired to work today, but he decided that he still needed to go to school. He got ready and started to head downstairs when his father stopped him.

"Hey, Tord," Paul said. Tord looked at him with a brow raised. Why was his father up this early? It was a rare occassion.

"Hi dad," Tord said. Paul pushed something into his hand. Tord raised his brow in confusion at the money.

"Why don't you go hang out with your friends today?" Paul nodded and returned to his room. Tord pocketed his new money and started downstairs.

"Tord! Good morning," Pat said warmly. He looked at the stairs. "Is Paul up yet?"

"Yeah, but he went back to bed, I think." Tord nodded to his father. "Hey, I'll be hanging out with my friends today, is it okay if I come home later?" Tord asked. Patryck blankly nodded.

Tord left after eating and made his way to the bus stop. Edd and Matt were there as per usual, and Tord assumed that Tom would be late...again.

"Edd! Matt!" Tord waved. The boys turned to look at the red clad teen with smiles.

"You're bright today, aren't you?" Edd asked. Tord smiled, patting his pocket.

"My parents gave me some money, you guys want to hang out later?"

Edd smiled and raised a brow to Matt.

"What?" Tord raised a brow.

"Yeah, that sounds fun," Matt said slowly. Edd slugged him on the arm.

"You said you were busy!" Edd grumbled. Matt shrugged.

"Too busy to work volunteer hours," Matt mumbled. His lip curled in a smile. "What did you have in mind, Tord?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I didn't ask for money, my dad just kinda threw it at me and said I should hang out after school with you guys." The other boys made faces of confusion. "I know."

"Well, let's not take it for granted! We could go out for dinner, go to the arcade—"

"I wouldn't mind the arcade," Edd interrupted.

"We could see to the theater, but I don't think there are any good titles for viewing at the moment." Matt stood pondering what they could do when Tord felt an arm sling around him and yank him back.

"Hey commie," Tom teased as he messed up Tord's hair.

"Damn it, Tom!" Tord growled as he strangled to get away from his boyfriend.

"You are so lucky the bus is late." Edd pointed out, glaring slightly at Tom. Tord knew that he wasn't actually mad at Tom, but it was more of a parental thing.