More than Friends? [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3 - Tattoos?

/I've got an eye for a guy with pretty eyes - Connor Franta/

*Tom's PoV*

I told Jordan that he could crash at my place tonight because it was getting pretty late and to be frank, I couldn't let go of him.

"Well Sparklez, the spare room is upstairs and to the left. Make yourself at home I guess, and I'll see you in the morning." I said gesturing to a staircase making it's way all the way up through my house.

"Oh.. Okay. Are you not going to bed too? It's like 10 o'clock" Jordan said innocently, I looked up at the raven haired male (I know that line is used in pretty much every fanfic about Jordan but its the best way to describe his hair without it rambling).

"Most people actually go out and have fun at this time of night, you should try it some time" I spat, what the hell am I doing. This is not how you make friends Tom. Jordan just looked back at me and sighed.

"Well if you do have fun," He said making air quotations as he said the word fun, "Just keep it down, I'll be trying to get some sleep"

I only nodded as he walked up the stairs, who am I kidding about going out and having fun, I haven't went out to a club in months. Now fun for me is sitting on the couch watching television until I pass out.

>*Jardon's PoV*

I woke up early, about 7am with my covers on the floor and my whole body laced with sweat. I hate nightmares. The one I had last night was terrifying, haunting and just plain sad. I was watching a young woman with long purple hair get tortured by someone who looked like the devil, all throughout the torturing she just kept yelling for me to help her but every time I tried to move I was teleported back to the spot that I started in. I was being forced to watch her in pain. Anytime that she wasn't yelling for my help, she was begging for mercy, saying that the world wasn't balanced without her. A dream with that much detail must mean something but whatever that something is I don't know, and I'm not sure that I want to know.

Tom was probably still sleeping, hungover most likely, with some random girl in his bed. I wouldn't be surprised. My stomach was rumbling like thunder, probably because I haven't ate anything since being on this island. I wonder if there is any food in this house...

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Once I was fully awake and showered I made the decision to go downstairs and maybe make some breakfast for me and Tom since I guessed that he wouldn't be capable of even moving today but to my surprise, Tom was already awake and making breakfast.

"Oh hey Sparkley Pants" Tom exclaimed loudly, no signs of a hangover then..

"Yeah.. Hey..." I said slowly as I sat down on the couch

"I'm just cooking up some breakfast for us, you okay with eggs?"

"Yeah, yeah. Eggs are good," I said still slightly confused "Did you not go out last night?"

Tom just laughed, "Nahh.. Not my kind of thing" He said pulling two plates out of a cupboard and putting one egg on each one. Not his thing? Last night he was snapping at me for wanting to bed at a reasonable time, he could probably see the confused look on my face because he started to speak up again, "Just discount what I said last night, I was overtired and irritated. But now I've had a sleep and I am FABULOUS again!" He yelled as he handed me my plate. As he was doing that, his shirt lifted up slightly and I was able to see a red tattoo around his hip. My curiosity got the better of me and before I knew it I was lifting up his shirt slighly to see the tattoo again.

"Whoa... Sparklez... Chill.." Tom said, shuffling away from me slightly.

"Oh no... Sorry.. I was just wonder what that said" I paused "Around your hip"

"Oh right that! That's my claiming mark. It says Dianite." He said relaxing a bit and moving back to his original spot on the couch.

"Em... Who's Dianite?" I asked, Toms eyes went wide so did his mouth.

"Only the best god ever! The god of the underworld and the destroyer of Mianite!" He said. That helped a ton "Oh I should take you to the priest, see what god wants to claim you!"

What if I don't want a god... It seems like only good and bad... There's no middle ground here.. I don't want to be a goody two shoes, but I also don't want to just randomly attack people for no reason..

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Sorry for missing the last update, my extended family has been over for a while so I've not really had a chance to write, so here's a double length chapter for your faces.

If you enjoyed this longer chapter then maybe leave a vote or comment?

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SimplyHowell x