Toothpaste

Idiocy

A/N: This has a bunch of mistakes, but it's old so I don't care to go back and fix it

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Ah yes, the perfect time to make bad decisions... 1am.

Tom and Tord were somehow being left alone together for an entire week. Matt was out of town visiting family and Edd was taking a vacation without the others "antics," or whatever he said when he talked about how he needed a break.

Surprisingly, they hadn't fought for the entire day! Of course, they've made snarky remarks towards each other and had their fair share of disagreements, but they hadn't beaten each other to a pulp over the remote or anything. All they needed to do was keep this up for six more days! And, personally, Tord thought that would be pretty easy, as long as Tom didn't try to pick a fight over nothing.

Right now it was one in the morning and flipping through whatever cracked out things that were on Tv at that time was starting to get dull. "Okay, I'm bored," Tom complained shoving his empty flask in his hoodie's pocket.

Tord couldn't agree more so he turned off the Tv and tossed the remote to the other side of the couch. "What do you suggest we do then?" He asked sounding kind of annoyed, not necessarily at Tom though; not yet at least.

"Wanna play Truth or Dare?" Tom asked, pulling his legs up on the chair he was in.

Now, that sounded like an absolutely horrid idea to Tord... that's why it was perfect! Though it was 1am, there were only two of them, and Tom was a little tipsy, what was the worst that could happen? So Tord said exactly what he was thinking the moment the words left Tom's mouth.

"Abso-fucking-lutely I do."

And that was it. They were now sitting opposite each other on the living room floor with their own tired grins; this is going to be good.

"Truth or Dare, commie?" Tom asked, leaning back on his hands.

"Truth, I don't trust you with my life and especially this early on," Tord answered bluntly, kind of glaring at Tom yet still smiling.

"Buzzkill," Tom mumbled jokingly before saying whatever question came to mind. "Are you or are you not a pervert?" Tom asked like the smartass he was with a shit eating grin that practically screamed "punch me" painted across his face.

Tord stared at him with a deadpanned expression for a few seconds before finally replying, "Oh ha ha, how hilarious, you deserve a metal." he said with a fake sickly sweet sounding tone that still managed to drip venom.

"So? What's your answer?" Tom asked raising his eyebrow, still having that smug expression glued to his features.

Oh he was fucking serious. He wasn't going to ask anything else.

Tord rolled his eyes, "sure, why not? I'm a pervert. Guess there'd be not point in denying it." He said glaring at Tom who was now grinning ear to ear. "Anyway, Truth or Dare?" Tord asked. He'd only been asked one question and he was already done with this, no, he was already done with Tom.

"Hmmmmm... Dare! Cause I'm not a pussy," Tom said sticking his tongue out at Tord after giving his response.

"Alright, smartass, I dare you to stick a whole tube of toothpaste in your eye- uh.. socket, void, whatever you have going on there." Tord said, motioning to Tom's eyes towards the end of his attempt to describe his face.

Tom raised an eyebrow, "really?"

"Yep!"

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, exaggerating more so Tord could clearly see it, before standing up and walking over to their shared bathroom to shove a whole tube of toothpaste in his eye. Yay.

"Make sure it doesn't explode!" Tord practically purred as he rocked back and forth in his place on the floor.

"Shut up, dipshi-" and with that, the tube exploded. Halfway in Tom's eye. Turns out glaring while blinking with a tube of toothpaste in your eye socket isn't a good idea, who would've thought? And, shit, it was starting to sting, a lot, like a LOT, a lot. "Dammit..." he grumbled.

After a few minutes of futile attempts to get the tube out to deal with the toothpaste Tom came to the conclusion he needed help, and Tord was the only person here. Great.

"Tord, you've jinxed me," he whined still trying to get the tube out.

"It exploded, didn't it?" Tord said as he began to stand up so he could go in the bathroom and hopefully get a few pictures of this.

"No, a demon came out of the mirror."

"Really?"

"Of course not you idiotic bastard." Tom said before letting out a groan of annoyance at the amount of toothpaste pouring down his face.

"To be fair, stranger things have happened," Tord stated as he leaned on the doorframe of the bathroom staring at Tom as he tugged at the tube.

"Do you mind?" Tom asked, motioning to his face.

"Yes."

"Commie..."

"Fine." Tord said standing up straight before walking up to Tom and inspecting his... predicament.

It only took Tord a few seconds to get the tube out of Tom's eye due to him actually maneuvering it correctly and not just violently tugging at something that was clearly stuck. However, there was still a major problem, Tom's eye was full of toothpaste.

"How the fuck do we get this crap out?" Tom asked sounding more irritated than before as he wiped toothpaste off his face with a towel.

"I mean.. I could just, y'know, scoop it out?" Tord suggested with his brows furrowed.

"And how would we do that?" Tom question before his eye was forced open.

Tom's brows knit together as he tried to process what was happening. Tord had his fingers in his eye, lifting it open from above, and was now using his other hand to get the toothpaste out. It went on like this for a few minutes with Tord holding Tom's eye open and scooping toothpaste out with his fingers, their faces only inches apart, before Tom realized something.

"Doesn't this toothpaste like- disintegrate easily with water?" he questioned.

Tord inhaled, "Fuck- yes, yes it does," he said before letting go of Tom's face and backing a little bit away.

"Wow." Was all Tom could let out before he started to fill a tiny paper cup with water then pour it in his eye in hopes of cleaning the toothpaste up.

After a few minutes Tom leaned forward and held his eye open over the sink, it only took around seven seconds for a goopy mix of toothpaste, water, and some tears to come pouring out into the sink. Tom soon after ran the faucet for a couple of seconds to clean up the substance before picking up a towel and cleaning his face again.

"Thanks." He said without looking away from the sink as he cleaned himself off.

Admittedly, this caught Tord off guard. He hadn't been expecting Tom to say anything remotely positive to him after that, let alone thank him for helping.

"No problem.." Tord mumbled before walking back to the living room and sitting back down on the couch.

Maybe he was right, maybe being left alone with Tom for a week wouldn't be that bad after all.