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

Late Night Stories.

Tom

    I walked down the hall on my 15. I usually wouldn’t take a break because you weren’t allowed to drink or smoke, or, basically anything on it. Also, I was a bodyguard, I was necessary if Tord needed to go anywhere. But I still went on break, Tord could wait for a few minutes. And besides, if he really needed to go anywhere, he could easily call me, or if he was really that desperate, pass a message through my visor, I would surely see it since it takes up most of my sight line, anyway. Besides that, I could basically go anywhere as long as I got back to work in 15 minutes. I decided to go to that coffee shop that Tord and I met in. The only reason I was going there was because we were working just down the street, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to make it there and back and time.
    By the time I got back to the red base the halls were empty. No one in sight. It sent a slight panic throughout my whole body. Usually someone, anyone, would be out in the hall. But today, it was so quiet and empty it was uncanny. I brush off the feeling and decided to go straight to Tords office before I was late. When I arrived, he was quickly writing a letter. I clear my throat so he will acknowledge me, and he looks up and smiles. I smile back and walk to my usual spot next to him.
    I took a moment to take Tord in, his eyes sunk into his skin, his hands moved quickly, scribbling out any mistakes he made when writing. He looked stressed, extremely stressed. I felt pity flow throughout my body. He needed rest, and I knew it, but he didn't. I stayed quiet, though. He didn't need another person telling him what to do.
    He finished all his work around 00:19, which was quite early nowadays. He slowly got up and looked at me, almost salty. Then, he cracked a smile at me, which I returned. His smile dropped soon as we looked at each other. “Why aren't you in bed? Isn't my only order for you to go to bed at a reasonable time?” He scolds. “Why are you still standing there?” He growls at me. I feel small, shrunken next to him with his harsh words. I lower my head as my visor displays small blue eyes, a big change from my big green ones. “ I don't like sleeping when I don't know when you'll be in bed. Next to me, sleeping.” I admit. He looks at me, almost shocked. He doesn't say anything but walks towards me, putting his hand on my back. He guides me to our room, opening and closing the door for us. He looks at me. “Sorry min kjærlighet. I'll try to get off work earlier.” He says to me. “Thank you.” I say quietly as I sit on our bed. Tord walks over to our dresser and pulls out two pairs of black shorts, a random tank top, and my old “Ska band” shirt. He gives me a pair of shorts and  my old shirt. He takes the other two pieces of clothing and changes into them. I change Into the clothing, too. Lifting Up my lower back so I can bring my work pants down and pull my shorts up. I lay in bed, waiting for tord to come lay next to me. Unknown to me, he has his old hoodie on. When he lays next to me, I'm under the covers, cold. He notices and takes me into his arms. “do you want my hoodie min kjærlighet?” He softly asks, lifting my chin to look at him. My visor now displays hearts with small snowflakes in the corner of the visor. Of course he would notice. “Yeah, I would, big guy.” I laugh slightly at the name. “Big guy?” He questions as he takes off his hoodie. He slips it over my body. Slowly, the snowflakes start to fade. He grins at me lovingly. “Nice hearts,” he tells me, as we both lay back down. I glare at him, the hearts thining out. “Shut up,” I scold. He takes my face, bringing it up to his. He slowly leans in, kissing me. It's a sort of goodnight kiss. Nothing sexual about it.
     We hold each other tightly as we get into a slight rhythm of talking. We talk about our old lives. Our personal lives, and eventually, he asks about my eyes.
    “So, what is really the story behind losing your eye and, you know, the whole, black eye thing?” he laughs a bit when saying it. I look at him with a smile. “Whole story?” I ask, “whole, entire, story,” he quickly answers, a grin taking over his face. “So, uhm.. basically as a kid, I was told that my eyesight was really bad and I had a stigmatism, but it was a lie.. So when I got the surgery, the doctor used a laser, and it burnt my eye pretty badly. When I got older. I guess something happened because, my eyesight used to be 20/20, then the laser really fucked it up, and I used glasses for the rest of my life. But, right before you moved into Edd's, my eye started to really fucking bother me. I had to idea what to do and I was broke. My parents obviously couldn't pay for me to get it looked at. I wasn't able to use the money I was left in their wills until I was 25, so I had no choice. I went to my good friends house and I ripped out my eye.” I explained. Tords face twisted into slight disgust. “But, umh, everything went well, and it didn't hurt anymore, so I thought I was fine. But, a few months before you came, like, recently, I noticed my other eye was getting fucked up, my glasses wouldn't work, and most eye doctors found nothing wrong. I couldn't keep wasting money on something that ‘wasn't a problem’ so I let it go. Turns out, I have fucking eye cancer, and the surgery had a very low rate of survival.” I sigh. Tord looks confused. “Why didn't you ask Edd or Matt for help?” He inquires. “They, umh.. They kind of left me for their rebellions… But it's fine now, they just wanted to help. And they're here now, and I'm not dead, and I can see, so it's fine.” Tord hums at my response.
    “Goodnight love,” Tord kisses me, turning over to turn off the nightstand light. “Goodnight Red Leader,” I joke. We close our eyes and finally go to bed at 01:34. Tomorrow might be a free day.