New Start. (tordtom, Future, NSFW!! BEING REWRITTEN!!)

The Day.(REWRITE!!!)

~Tom~
As I woke up, I got a call. The bright screen said, "Unknown caller". I didn't answer at first, not wanting to speak at... 5? Maybe. I jumped when the phone rang again. This time I picked up.
"Hello?" I said, my voice sounded tired,
"Hello Thomas, Remember me?" A thick and strong Norwegian accent filled the room.
Was this... Was this Tord?
"Tord? Why the fuck are you calling?? I don't want anything to do with you anymore." I said,

"Why don't you join the red army? You have eye cancer, yes? We can cure that. All you need to do is join us." He answered. Well, not really.
"Why the fuck should I trust you? You brunt down OUR home. Also you tried to kill me." I said, pissed off.
"Now, Thomas-" I cut him off
"Tom." I corrected, I hated "Thomas".
"Now Thomas, would you rather forget that and join the red army, or suffer and die a slow, painful death?"
I grunted, "Fine. I'll join you. Meet me at the coffee shop soon." I stated. This call was far to long. Tord didn't answer, he just ended the call.

Rude.

I slipped on my normal ASDF shirt and my blue hoodie, I found a pair of baggy cargo pants out, so I put those on. By now, Edd, Matt, and I had left our old apartment and found out our old house had been rebuilt. It looked identical, so we lived there ''til Edd and Matt went out to war. After I got ready, I stepped out of "My" house. I walked down the street. I took out my phone and dialed Edd. I always did this in case one day he picked up. But he never did. He must have gotten a new phone. As I got closer to the coffee shop, I heard a British voice call to me, of course in England it was normal for a British person to talk. But this one, this one sounded like someone I knew. I didn't know who though. I was going to turn around but looked at the time. 05:27. I didn't want to be later than 05:30 so I went on and got to the shop. I sat down and waited.

EDD

I watched as Tom disregarded my attempt to talk to him again. I frown grew prominent in my face. It did that a lot recently. Matt placed a Hand on my shoulder. "He didn't know," he comforted. I knew that, I knew that all too well. But, I couldn't help but think that, yes, maybe he did know I called for him, but just had so much hatred for me that he ignored me. I push that thought away as I sigh. "We should go back to base," I state. There's not many people there, 20 people at the most.

Matt and I really didn't want to leave Tom like that, I promise we didn't.

FLASHBACK

Tom sat at the table, a bottle of a random whiskey in his hand. His other hand was holding his head up as he just sat. He didn't move, he didn't talk, he didn't even take another sip from his bottle. He just sat there like a doll. Matt and I had broken the news that we would be moving. We expressed that Tom should try to move in with us. I knew he was financially struggling, but, it's not like he would be the only one paying rent. He didn't answer. I spared a glance at Matt. He sat there, a small frown on his face. I felt really bad. We just sat there, waiting for Tom to give us an answer. He hadn't talk in two bloody weeks!

I had enough and pulled the bottle out of his hand. He sat there, still not moving an inch. "is he dead?" Matt almost screamed. "No, no... He's.. he's just passed out Matt. Let's go."  I pitifully stated. Matt looked like he was going to cry. "But... But Tim!" He protested. "He doesn't care.. He stopped caring a while ago. Back in 2016." I informed. Matt still stared at Tom as we left his apartment and Matt still stared at Toms apartment until it was out of our sightlines.

TOMS POV

It was the next morning. I had a terrible hangover. Usually, when I was blackout, someone would stay with me. But not this time. I woke up alone and any sign of the alcohol that made me this way was gone. Someone was here, but they had left. I felt my mouth water for no reason and immediately ran over to the sink. I puked out the now, slightly identified whiskey. I regreted the night before. I picked up my phone and dialed Edds number. There was no answer. I looked at the time, 13:47. He should've answered. Then, I tried Matt, same thing. A slight panic rose in me. I left my apartment, even with my raging headache. I look over at my neighbors. The rooms had a sign that said "FOR RENT" on them. I immediately knew what happened.

I sat in my room the rest of the day. I felt so bad. I was left with a shitty office job that barely paid me minimum rage and a bloody apartment and no friends. I wished my life had just turned around and I was the one leaving. That way, they could have each other. I slightly wished for Tord to come back. Even if we hated each others guts, I still felt more betrayal from Edd and Matt then I did from Tord. I felt awful for thinking like this, but it was true, it really was. I couldn't deny that. I couldn't stop what I really thought. It just wasn't possible, no Matt how hard I tried. And trust me, I tried. I tried back at that old house, I tried to forget him that first time he left, but I couldn't.

END OF FLASHBACK