Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (Tomtord Au)

Four: Tell me your name

~Tord~

It was midnight when we met, unlike the other times. I waited for the boy, determined to know his name. He walked up, sitting beside me. We were silent for a bit, then he broke the silence.
"I wanna know your name." It was more of a demand than a request.
"I don't think you want to know. Listen, if you knew exactly who I was- you would run and hide."
"Is that some cheap tactic to scare me? It's not gonna work."
"You are crazy." I scoffed, he scooting closer.
"Maybe. If you knew who I was... You would run too."
"Now you're trying to scare me." I said.
"What if it was true?" He asked.
"I wouldn't care." I said rather quickly.
"Then I wouldn't care about you being dangerous." He admitted.
"I feel... Different around you." I said outta Nowhere.
"That's random. But..." He trailed off.
"But?" I prompted.
"I feel the same." He said, heat rising in my cheeks. Our hands found each other's, our fingers intertwined.
"What does this mean?" I asked.
"It means- we were meant to be." He said rather cliché. I smirked, leaning towards him. Our lips met softly, it began to feel right. Too bad someone interrupted with a damn flashlight.
"Boss?!" Paul asked, incredulous.
Oh shit.
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~tom~

The boy broke off of me and faced the boy who was holding the flashlight.
"Boss?" I asked.
"It's a long story." He said, trying to play it off. I was confused.
"Thomas!" My father yelled, walking up. Oh crap.
"You!" The boy stood, pointing at my dad.
"Hey there, tord." My dad smirked.
"Johnny Ridgewell." Tord scoffed.
"You're Tord?! The leader of the Red devils!" I yelled.
"And you're Tom. The son of the leader of the blue angels."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh, maybe because we can't be together!"
"You hid your entire identity from me!"
"For a good reason!"
"That isn't a good reason. It's a pretty shitty one!" I yelled, my dad taking my arm as we walked off. I sighed, barely hearing what Tord said:
"I'm sorry."