How time flies

Get yourself together Tom..

^ = thoughts or thinking
" = talking
I guess that's really it. Oh and it's in Tom's person and I have added extra characters later on in this so don't think you missed anything they are random.
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After the incident with Tord, Tom and the others kind of fell apart.

Matt left to go become an actor after fighting with Edd and Tom about it. Edd wanted matt to stay but matt wanted them to come with him but they didn't wanna leave their home.

Once Matt left, Edd went completely depressed. Tom already was, but stayed strong for Edd. but Edd blamed Tom for the Tord incident and left Tom and went after matt.

Tom tried to talk to Edd here and there but Edd would never answer him.

Tom soon didn't see any other point to leave his apartment but he had to pay the rent. He had the money and plenty but he wanted to have a reason to go out.

So he applied at a few places around town and some army truck loaders and stuff out the outskirts of town.

Tom didn't think much of it, he didnt care what he was doing and it said it paid very well.
Not like he cared about that. The money from his parents was plenty and from the lawsuit years back.

Lets just say the lawsuit money he got from winning was enough to take care of a family of 6 for over 50 years.

Let alone that he was on his own now he wouldn't need to worry about a thing. But he felt like he needed to get out more and even started going back to the gym.

Soon after he applied at a few places, some got back to him and so did the truck loading.

Tom was a little intrigued to be working with guns and stuff again but in a different way.

*The thing is Tom growing up, his home was a lab in many ways. They only let him go to school so when he went to move in with edd he ran away from the lab and hid with edd and the others who never knew beforehand.
The thing is, Tom isn't fully human. His black eyes are a dead give away and some others but toms good at hiding it after doing it for so long.
Tom has a rage demon. He wasn't born with it though. It's triggered when mad, or nervous or in pain but Tom controls it and takes anxiety pills and tries being calm.
But the place he was raised was a factory that worked with armies and stuff and tom was raised to be one so in an army situation he knows how to act and do as told or to lead*

Tom flopped on his couch and set down his half drank bottle of smirnoff.
He opened up his half dead laptop and opened up his email and scrolled through the messages that he got back from the few places he applied too.
Quite a few got back with him as he scrolled through a few of them.
He sighed as he laid back but soon slumped back forward seeing a new email popping up from the truck loading thing.

Tom hesitated to click on it now knowing if he really wanted to go back to a part of his life. Or at least that's how it felt as sweat dripped down his face.

It was almost like opening a college letter but this was a 50/50 of even wanting to do it.

He sighed and clicked off it and sighed. It wasn't happy or sad as it said it was approved and can start working the following day if he takes it.

He groaned and clicked yes to apply.
"Looks like I'm working Monday at.....3:30.." Tom mumbled to himself.

^Just enough time to work out, shower and eat lunch^, Tom thought as he closed his computer and stood grabbing his bottle of smirnoff, taking a swig and putting the lid back oh and setting it back down and walked off to the bathroom for a shower.

He flicked on the bathroom light and glanced at the mirror and grumbled to his..worrible hair and scruff of a beard.

Tom hated the beard thing. He used to use a little of the weird power shit to make it so he stayed baby face but he had gotten so into working out and all that gaz he forgot to so now he actually has to shave.
And Tom hated that.

He brushed his hair back with his hands with a grumble as his hands slipped through the greasiness of his hair.
"Man, I need a shower...and a haircut.." tom said pulling a strand of his hair down to see the full length

Tom groaned as he stripped off his tank top revealing the scares up and down his chest.

Tom got to work on shaving up his weird scruff of a beard and trimmed up his hair.
Growing up in a lab he learned to do it on his own and he wasn't bad at it either.

He then stumbled into the shower letting the hot water hit his face soothing the itch in his new shaved face and let his struggles from the day slip his mind as he relaxed.
^tomorrow will be interesting... ^tom thought to himself. As he ran his hands through his hair.