"I'm Crazy, but you Like That"

Chapter 15

"Ugh, this is annoying," Tom grunted, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

(Y/N) laughed a bit at Tom's actions as the two of them walked alongside each other, making their way to the store.

"Hey, you're a part of the problem," (Y/N) pointed an accusing finger at the brunette, "Edd and Matt have their things they want and so do you,"

Tom huffed at (Y/N)'s words as he began to speed walk. The two were out of topics to talk about. Well, almost. There was one topic, though Tom didn't want to bring it up, but unfortunately for him, (Y/N) did.

"Do you know why Tord's acting so strange lately?"

Tom rolled his eyes at the name of the norsk's name. "As if I know,"

(Y/N) rubbed her arm as she began to worry about Tord. Her mind just couldn't seem to think of anything else. "It's just... I worry about him, you know?"

"(Y/N), you worry about everything," Tom said as (Y/N) rubbed her arm once more at his words, "But why are you being so persistent about Tord?" (Y/N) looked down, her feet seeming to be much more interesting than the conversation and with a sigh, she answered Tom's question.

"It's just that, I want things to go back to normal. When all of us would hang out and have a fun time," (Y/N)'s eyes softened at the memories of Tord trying his best to always include (Y/N) in the gang's adventures, even when she didn't want to go. "When... Tord actually seemed to care about us,"

The eyeless man's face grew soft at the sight of the girl's glossy eyes. He placed a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, trying his best to give her some comfort, which helped. (Y/N) gave Tom a smile to which the man returned.

The two looked at both sides of the street before making their way across the crosswalk to the store, both of them heaving a deep sigh and making their way into the store.

People walked around, some on their phones and others trying to keep their kids in check. Tom grabbed a cart and pushed it around while (Y/N) looked for the things on their list, ranging from mirrors for Matt to basic necessities such as water and food. The two split up the work with Tom getting all the heavy items, seeing as he had taken the shopping cart, and (Y/N) collecting the smaller items. Half an hour later, the duo were able to get everything on the list.

(Y/N) placed all the items she had gotten into the shopping cart as she let out a sigh of relief. "I think that's all, right Tom?"

The man looked through the list that (Y/N) had made, mentally checking off everything they had in the cart. He checked once more before giving (Y/N) a nod in response. "Great, I think we should pay for these things and then head on over to the house,"

"Yeah, let's do that. Who knows what trouble that commie has gotten himself into," (Y/N) lightly pushed Tom as she placed her hands on the shopping cart. This being her way of asking if she could push the cart to which Tom obliged and took his hands off the cart. (Y/N) got into a line as Tom made his way around the store out of boredom.

After a little round around the store, he met up with (Y/N), who had a total of six bags, three on each arm. Tom immediately rushed towards (Y/N) and took half of the bags, much to (Y/N)'s relief.

The two began to make their way back to the house, taking a different route from the one they had taken on the way to the store. In order to pass the time, the two were talking, more so (Y/N) was teasing Tom, about his bass. "C'mon, you gotta admit. It is kinda weird,"

"No, it's not! And, on the topic of love, what about you and..." Tom stopped his sentence, his eyebrows shot up and his eyes went wide. "...Tord?"

(Y/N) raised a brow at Tom's sudden change in expression, so she turned around to see what Tom was staring at.

It was a wanted poster. But not just any wanted poster.

A wanted poster for Tord.

(Y/N) had a look of concern on her face as she placed the bags on the ground before gently peeling the poster off the store window.

How was she supposed to feel about seeing a loved one on a wanted poster for 1,500 pounds (about 1,996 in US Dollars)? (Y/N) was brought back to reality from the feeling of a hand on her shoulder. The hand belonged to Tom, who snatched the paper from (Y/N)'s hands with furrowed brows. A few insults left Tom's lips, most of them no softer than a whisper.

"C'mon (Y/N). We should've been home by now," even though Tom's tone was soft and gentle, (Y/N) knew for a fact that Tom was actually furious.

And with a quick nod, (Y/N) picked up the bags she put down before running after Tom, who had gone up ahead. "Tom! I know you're upset but," (Y/N) grasped Tom's arm, stopping the man in his tracks and causing him to look at her. His eyes softened at the look of (Y/N)'s worried face. "Please, don't hurt him,"

Tom lightly growled as he thought about it. While he really wanted to punch the light brunette in the face, he knew (Y/N) cared a lot about the red-hooded individual. Tom sighed, "Fine," (Y/N) gave Tom a gentle smile.

"Thank you,"

Tom rolled his eyes, trying to play it off, but the tiny smile on his face tells a whole different story. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let's just hurry up." (Y/N) nodded once more as Tom grabbed a hold of her hand and started running with (Y/N) following right behind him. The two of them on their way to confront Tord about the predicament he unknowingly put himself in.