"I'm sorry":TomTord REMAKE

Chapter 9: Day Two

The next day rolled by. Tom and Tord fell asleep together on the couch last night. Binge watching the Zombie Pirates From Hell series.

Tord awoke first. He felt his hoodie pocket and no razor was in there. He remembered, Tom took it from him.

He groaned softly as he looked at Tom's face. He caressed it softly. Watching Tom sleep for a moment before getting off the couch.

He laid Tom down and covered him up with a blanket.

"Better give Dad a call.." He mumbled to himself and pulled out his phone.
He walked quietly into Tom's kitchen and clicked on Paul's contact.

The phone ring, and eventually was answered.

"Hello?"
"Hei, Dad."
"Oh hey son, we have something to talk about."
"Aware, that's why I've called."
Tord paused as he sat at the kitchen table.
"What has Yellow leader say? Do they still plan on attacking us?"
"Yes and no."
"Explain."
"Well, we convinced them that there is no reason to attack. And I said that patryck was just being immature. Which hurt me by the way! And he's mad at me for that..anyway, Yellow wants to speak to you. In a meeting. Like, reaaaaally soon."
"I, see. Well tell Papa that it was my doing to call him immature. Tell Yellow that I will be back in Norway hm let's see.. two days from now. Then, I'll have the meeting to discuss with him virtually."

At this point Tom was awake, remaining on the couch and listening to the call.
Anger boiling but kept his composure. Hands In fists though.

"Okay son. Be safe now. Miss you."
"Miss you too, Jeg elsker deg."
"Jeg elsker deg øsga."

Tord hanged up the phone and laid his head on the table.
"Stupid parents.. I knew they'll fuck something up eventually."

Tom got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, decided it's best to not question Tord. But instead keep the burning rage hidden.

"Oh good morning Thomas!" Tord looks over to see Tom grabbing a bottle of Smirnoff from the fridge.

"Hm. Morning." Tom said bluntly as he opened it. Drinking the contents of what's inside.

"Hm, grumpy min elsker?" Tord asks while getting up. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Tom's waist.
Tom slightly blushed as he turned his head.

"Let go of me commie."
"Why?~"
"Please. I'm not in the mood."

"So you're grumpy? Why because I left to get breakfast?" Tord lied as he nuzzled Tom's neck. A small smirk on his face.

"Commie, I swear. I hate this."
Tord raised an eyebrow
"Hate what?"

"This feeling. I-i despise this feeling I have."
Tom clenched his bottle tightly In his hand as he took another swig of the alcohol.

"Hm? A feeling? The same one from those days ago?"

"Yeah.."

"May I know what this feeling is? Have you figured it out?" Tord tilted his head to the side. Holding Tom's waist still.

"Tomorrow Commie."

Tord pouted. "But that's another day!" I would rather know now so I can get outta here. Tord thought.

"How about we go to the arcade with Edd and Matt? Doesn't that sound fun?"

"Eh..sure. I mean, we should check on them." Tord replied.

Tom nodded in agreement. "Get dressed then. I will too."

"Understood."

They both went there separate ways and got ready.