One year anniversary with you<3

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This oneshot is fluff!!
Highschool AU is used in this oneshot^^
Enjoy:)
This is set in 2001, Edd is 17, Tom is 16, Tord and Matt are 15
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No One's POV:

It was about a week before Tom and Tords one year anniversary of being together ofcourse. Tom was struggling a bit since he wanted this to be perfect for him and Tord, as cheesy it may seem but Tom really loved him and wanted it to be perfect.

Though he had no idea how to plan it, since Tord is usually the one planning the dates like arcade dates, picnic dates, etc and Tom has no idea on what can he do to make this anniversary perfect.

Tom had three choices the first one was just an arcade date and Tom gives Tord flowers after the date, which is okay but that's what they did for their 3 month anniversary. And he wanted something unique and different, his second option was just going on a small late night walk and give him a stuffed toy and a small keychain Tom made hisself. But he felt like it wasn't that special. And his final choice was to take him to a carnival, and give him as much gifts as possible from the carnival. But he felt like that was too lame.

He was stressed as fuck, he really wanted this special. Maybe he can ask Edd? No Edd's busy taking care of his sister, and Matt's busy with studying for a quiz he has tomorrow. Maybe his mother? That's not a bad idea, plus his mother supports Tom's relationship with Tord.

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As Tom walked back home with Tord, who was balancing on the edge of the sidewalk, while Tom was watching him do that.

"Stop acting childish will you?" Tom said with a small chuckle as his grip tightened on the strips of his backpack. Tord stopped as he looked over at Tom with a small grin that showed his small tooth gap that he has.

"Oh don't act so mature," Tord said as he ran a hand through his dyed hair, Tom chuckled as grabbed Tords hand, squeezing it a bit.
"I am mature, Tord-" Tom muttered out which Tord scoffed at.
"Says the one that still has a stuffed toy teddy bear." Tord teased with a small grin. Which Tom chuckled at.

"Whatever, atleast I don't collect so called 'haunted' dolls." Tom teased back, which Tord scoffed at offended a bit.
"Oh shut up." Tord exclaimed, trying to imitate a British accent which caused Tom to burst out laughing. Since it sounded ridiculous,
Then they made it past Tords house, "well this is my stop Thomas."
Tord said as he skipped along the pebble path that leads to the front porch.

"Wait! Are you forgetting something?" Tom asked as he crossed his arms grinning a bit, his braces showing. Tord turned around as he scoffed. Going up to Tom to give him a kiss, Tom's hands made their way to Tords waist as Tords hands made their way up to Tom's shoulders. When they pulled away, Tord gave Tom a quick kiss on the cheek and skipped along the way to the porch. Waving goodbye to Tom as he went in the house, Tom waved back as he walked home alone which wasn't that far from Tords house.

Once he made it home, he opened the wooden door, the paint slowly chipping away. He took off his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack, taking his bag off. Holding onto the strip of it, he walked pass the kitchen where his mother was. Who seemed to be on the phone, or telephone to be exact.
He fled upstairs to his room, plopping down to the bed with a huff. Staring up at the ceiling, his bag on the floor. He kicked it when he sat up from the bed, looking around his room a bit he stood up to change into a more comfortable clothing.

He changed into a black t-shirt with the band 'Queen' on it, paired with black knee length shorts.
He got out of his bedroom and went downstairs to ask his mother for ideas for a date. He was raised in a household that you mustn't hide anything from one another. As he got downstairs he saw his mother still talking to the telephone, casually twirling the handset cord as she talked to the person on the other line of the phone.
He hesitated to speak since he didn't wanted to seem rude to talk to his mother while she was talking to someone.

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