• Go back to Norway with friends
• Kiss someone speacIal
• ???
• Ride a horse ✅
• Break all of Matt's mirror's ✅
•  Drink all of Edd's cola
• ???
• Spend Tom's money ✅
• Visit ???
• ???
• Stare at Edd while he's
• ???
• Pi
• Piss ??? off ✅
• Almost die to
• Get
                              ~One week later~
                              Tord's memory was fuzzy, the list he tried to remember was now slightly disappearing from his mind. "What was so spacial about that list anyway? Why am I so passionate to get it done anyway? It was just a stupid list.."
                              "You did all of that because of a list?" Ryan laughed. "I thought it was because they did something bad to you but jeez that's sad." Tord scoffed. "Shut up. I still want to continue it but I don't know what to do. I can't remember it, only a few but barely." Ryan sat at Tord's desk and looked at the pieces of paper that were torn apart. "Hmm, you tore it up pretty badly." Tord tucked his feet to his chest and flopped on his side on his bed and groaned.
                              "Well, what do you remember? We could do whatever you remember together." Tord thought,  "well.."
                              Tord gasped for air, "Ryan.. Oh my gosh slow down..!" Tord said covered in sweat.
Ryan laughed and continued to run on the track. "Keep up! You're too slow!" Ryan stopped and waited for Tord to catch up. "Jeez.. Sports are not my thing." Tord said between heavy pants. "We could do another sport." Tord wiped sweat off of his forehead, "I hate any and all sports but which one?" Ryan thought for a minute. "Hmm, there's swimming."
"I don't know how to swim."
"That's why I'll teach you."
                              Tord made his way to a nearby bench and Ryan followed. "Sure, I could go for a swim right about now." The two sat down and after a couple of minutes, left to swim somewhere.
                              Edd looked at the mess on Tord's desk. "Hm, I wonder what this was and why it's all torn up. Wouldn't he have thrown it away?" Matt walked in Tord's room as well to help Edd clean. "Ugh! This room reeks of sushi." Tom walked in as well and sat on Tord's bed. "Why are you cleaning his room?" Tom asked. Edd looked at Tom over his shoulders. "I know he hasn't been okay after our fight and as you can tell, hasn't been keeping his room tidy so I thought I could help him at least a bit." Tom looked at Tord's desk and saw the mess as well, but there were many items around the papers. Was he trying to put it back together? Why?
                              By the time Tord and Ryan were done Edd had already cleaned everything. Tord entered the house with a small smile, but that dropped right away ad soon as he heard someone talking. "Hey Tord w-" "Shut up." Tord stomped upstairs and to his room. He shut his door and locked it and then fell face down onto his bed. 'I guess I had a good time with Ryan..'
                              Tord sighed and sat up. He began to look around his room, it was clean. Tord went to his desk to try and piece his list together again, but ended up backing away with his eyes wide. It was gone.
                              Tord growled and at the top of his lungs, shouted Edd's name in anger. Edd's the one who would most likely clean his room. Why would Tom do clean it? He doesn't even clean his own. Matt wouldn't even think about cleaning Tord's room, only his.
                              Edd entered Tord's room, seeming very hesitant. "Y-Yes?-" "Where's the pieces of paper that were on my desk." Edd stayed silent. "Uhh, I don't know.." Tord growled and told Edd to leave. After that he put his face into his pillow and screamed.
                              On the other side of the door, Tom heard everything. Tom walked to his desk and in his drawer, opening it revealing all the scraps of paper he took from Tord's desk. Well now he knows it's important to him, but why? Tom made his way to Edd's room and went to his art supplies, picking up his tape and glue and made his way back to his room. 'Why am I doing this? Is it really worth my time?' Tom looked at his bed with the smirnoff on  his bed. He really has to quit drinking.. So why not.
                              ~741 words~
                                      
                                          
                                  
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