One Way Ride (TomxReader) [Eddsworld]

Chapter 9

You set the flask down and look at him with a sly smile.

"Or that"

He looks at you, still blown away. You chuckle and cross your arms. Edd and Matt had turned to look at the both of you, both with confused expressions. Tom stands there, stunned as you pat his shoulder and head to the couch, and sit down on the soft floor beside it.

Time ticked by, and Edd offered you to stay with them for the night since your dad never texted you bad. You were lying on the couch, your back pointing away from the couch. The soft blanket cradled your legs, you had to keep it off your back because the pressure causes a sharp pain to shout down your entire body. Hours passed and you were having a hard time sleeping from the pain. You couldn't shift to get more comfortable and the slight movement on the patches made your wounds sting. Finally, you sit up and rub the back of your neck. The moonlight shined through the windows, creating a soft, blue glow. You get up and head to the back door. Your soft footsteps were quieter than a mouse. The sliding glass door rolled smoothly open and you stepped out to the cold snow. The snow froze your feet but at the time you didn't care. The moon reflected off the snow, making the world around you look magical. You look up at the cloudy sky as snow gently falls. The beauty as the snow twinkles makes a smile form across your face.

"(Y/N)"

You turn around sharply to see Tom standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing? Your gonna get sick"

He looks at you slightly worried before you put your hand out to him.

"Come here"

"No, come back inside"

You gently grab his arm and pull him out into the snow with you. He gasps and you feel him tense up from the cold.

"Holy shit!"

You smile at him then flick some snow up to him.

"Hey!"

You smile and let go of his arm. He takes some breaths and tries to get used to the cold.

"Please (Y/N), let's go back inside. It's freezing out here"

"No, it's too beautiful out here"

He shivers and he looks at you confused. The moonlight sparkled in his dark eyes and shined against his skin. You sigh and move your hair from your face.

"Look at the ground. It's sparkling and the moon still shines through the clouds even though the clouds try to cover its beauty from the dark world which doesn't deserve it. The moon is too gorgeous for our world. The sparkle from the snow makes the world have its special beauty."

Your eyes (e/c) eyes were drawn up to the moon as you talked. You could tell there was a little twinkle in your eye from how passionate you were. You close your eyes and take a deep breath of the frozen air around you. It froze the inside of your nose but it smelled so good. Tom sighs and gently sets a hand on your shoulder.

"Come on, let's go inside... Muffin"

You snap out of that longing stare to glare at him.

"Don't call me that!"

He chuckles and walks inside. You take one last look at the moon then walk inside, closing the glass door behind you. He had you sit down at the dining table as he makes something hot to drink (tea, coffee, hot chocolate, whatever you prefer). You were stuck in your thoughts as you mess with a piece of plastic. The moon made you think and the thought of your mother came to your attention. Your mind kept wondering about what she was like. She died when you were about five. All you can remember from her is a bright smile as you held her hand. She was lying in a hospital bed but you were too young to understand. Your father was off to the side, tears stained his face. That was the only time you have ever seen him cry and that image is one that you could never forget.

"You okay"

You snap out of your thoughts when Tom set the cup down in front of you.

"Yeah, just thinking"

"I could tell"

He sits down next to you, setting his cup down on the table.

"Wanna talk about it"

You take a second to think about it but quickly make up your mind.

"Nah, it's kind of a heavy subject"

He gives a nod of understanding and looks down at his cup.

"How's your back?"

"It hurts too much for me to sleep"

You take a sip of the drink before you. Tom slightly cringes from that, as if he could feel your pain.

"Why can't you sleep?"

"Well..."