Storys I Made To Pass Time

Tord annoying Tom

This is going to be really sloppy it's the first draft and short because I'm trying to practice actually being able to write and get to the end

Expect: grammar and spelling mistakes maybe worse idk

Basically:
This started as: Haha! Tord harasses Tom while it storms. To: Tom going through his own problems and some that are problems similar to mine irl rn.

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The sound of rain softly hitting the rooftop begins. Tom layed in silence in his room staring at the alarm clock, he knew It'd only last a little while. Enjoy it while you can you know?

The door gets busted open, no warning or heads up. "Wake up fucker!" Tord shouts as it starts to thunder. "Tord, please go away." Groaned Tom. Tord wasn't going to listen, but let's face it. Does he ever?

He walks over to Tom's bed, crouching down where a annoyed Tom lays. "Wakey, wakey. Vodka and shakey!" Tord grins evily. "Don't you dare" Tom glares at him. Tord ignores his glare, He proceeds to stand up and aggressively shake the slightly taller blue male while he lays there like a ragdoll.

"Dude, fight back this is sad." Tord stops aggressively shaking him. "No." Tom mumbles. "Wanna talk about it?" Tord let's go of him. "I want you to die." Tom rolls his blue eyes. "You know I'm not going to do that." Tord chuckles, getting on top of Tom before laying down on the other side of him.

After awhile, Tom gets the balls to talk. "Hey, Tord?" Tom mumbles. "Mhm?" Tord simply replies. "Why, why do you do this?" Tom rolls over to face Tord. "Do what?" Tord asks innocently looking to him. "Steal my things, lay in my bed, annoy me, and over all just be a asshole?" Tom snapped. "You, you don't want to know" Tord stammered looking away. "For the love of air. I swear, I will pour hunny into your eyes!" Tom growls, sitting up. "Are you sure you want to know? I don't think you want to know" Tord stuttered. "Yes, just fucking tell me. It can't be that bad." Tom argued.

Tord looks to Tom again. "I want you destroy my insides with your magnom dong." Tord gives Tom a smug look. "You are fucking disgusting." Tom gags before hitting Tord with a pillow repeatedly. "Okay! Okay! Sorry I was joking!" Tord crackles. "Stay on your side of the bed." Tom eventually stops hitting Tord with the pillow, laying back down.

Tord indeed stayed on his side of the bed. Although, he thought about cuddling Tom. It's okay, they both had sock on. Tom however, was feeling 'eh' about the whole situation.

Ever since Tord came back from the 'big city', he's been more annoying yet flirty? Sometimes the flirting sounds genuine other times it sounds like he's looking for a one night stand. Kinda hard to ovoid it when you share a bed with the man.

"Wait is this gay?" A thought that haunts Tom's mind but no. No Tom, it's not gay you have socks on. However, this haunts Tom because he's a gay man. Sure, Tords quite attractive. (His words not mine.) The problem for Tom is he's Tord, a annoying violent hypersexual. Plus is Tord even gay? Man, what am I saying? He was just talking about how he wants Tom's Magnum dong.

The next day rolls around like a ball you got your new puppy. Tom sits up looking to his alarm clock. 7pm."Fuck." Tom yawned, as there the sound of someone snickering next to him. He gets out of bed doing a stretch, ignoring Tords dumbass who was probably reading hentai.

"Edd!" Tom whines. "What?" Edd shouts back. Tom comes up behind Edd, who's sitting on the couch. "Is Tords room done yet?" Tom complains. "It'll be done by next year." Edd mumbles, flipping through a few channels clearly not in a chatty mood. Tom stares at him blankly. "A year. I have to share a room with this dumbass for a fucking year." Tom stands there for a few moments, before packing his book bag and making his way out of the house. Let's just say, he didn't want to spend time with Tord. Little does he know, I'm evil and enjoy bullying characters.

He sneaks into the woods and into a cave. Strangely, the cave gave a weird sense of comfort Although, quiet shallow for his liking. Tom started to set up camp.

Food and water? Check. Sleeping bag? Check. Tomee bear? Check. Wait, that's not Tomee bear! That the Tomee Taz watch! Tom looks through his bag quickly. "Pens? No. Paper? No. Utensils? Another day." It felt as if he had everything but Tomee bear.

Tom groans leaning back against a rock. "Of course I forgot something. Poor Tomee, I can't imagine what Tords probably doing too you." Tom sighs, covering his face with his hands.

"Ahem." A voice clears from the front of the cave. Tom takes his hands off his face looking to them. It seems to be a red hooded male with hair horns.

"Fuck."