Alcohol Cures Cigar Burns (TomEdd FanFiction)

A Small Sizzle

The sound of a faint ringing bounced off the walls of Edd's room. It then was cut short by a computer voiced lady saying that the number no longer exists. The male let his phone slip out of his hands and onto the bedsheets, as he lied down on his bed beside it. He stared up at his room ceiling, sighing, and turning his head to his digital clock. The bright green numbers displayed 2:30 AM.

3 weeks and 12 hours since Tord left. It was a sudden leave, in all honesty - Tord was carrying his bags out the door the morning of his departure, got in his car, and drove off. He left no real reason to why he left, other than "wanting to make it into the big city".

Whatever the reason was, Edd brushed it off the entire day, but for some reason the realization that Tord wasn't here anymore hit him. Matt and Tom aren't too troubled about this - but of course Tom wouldn't. The entire time Tord and Tom moved in together, it was nothing but bickering.

Edd, however, started to get worried, as he proceeded to call Tord's number. Unfortunately, Tord must've left England seeing as his number no longer exists. It wouldn't seem too clingy if Edd hadn't called the exact same number almost 12 times. Something about the Norwegian's exit made him feel anxious, and scared. It was the same as in high school really -- Tord used to help Edd out with trying to channel his nervousness and protect him from potential bullies, long before Tom and Matt.

Maybe Edd felt more secure around Tord because of this. Tord was always strong, and he always thought ahead, too. It really came in handy when progressing through school - and, through life.

Edd did notice that he was always secretive, and almost never talked. He was also violent - which, wasn't much of a surprise with the rest of his friends, including himself. He was aware that when they went to the army camp not too long ago, Tord seemed a lot more carefree.

Almost like he felt at home.

Edd did remember vaguely that Tord was used to army and military things back in Norway. His father, grandfather, and uncle used to fight in wars - and it was expected of him to at least consider it, too. Of course, he did - and he seemed very, very interested in being in charge of things. People who know what they're doing seemed very interesting and Edd found fondness over that side of the Norwegian.

Edd groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed as all the information he just dug up from his mind fizzed out in all directions. Just the mere thought of this made him so confused. He didn't necessarily love the male - he just felt a small attachment to Tord. Afterall, he did help Edd through a lot of really strange times in his life. They weren't too bad of memories - no bullying or fights or anything, if small tease comments about his early middle school drawings from Eduardo counted. They were just really confusing times that Edd really freaked out about.

It was just mostly nightmares, and his fears of socialism. Tord helped out by helping Edd get out of his shell, and it really helped with the rest of the gang joining in as well. When everyone else came over, though, Tord seemed to drift away from Tom and Matt. Back in high school, Edd noticed this behavior when Tom and Matt came over to talk to him, and Tord started to talk to a two other kids, not paying any attention to what the trio was talking about. It wasn't like he was neglecting him, but Tord didn't really approve of the other two being around.

That was a side that Edd felt mixed about. It's in the past, though - Tord has gotten used to Matt being around, but not so much as Tom.

Remembering the Norwegian didn't help Edd out much, as his digital clock seemed as if it jumped to 2:55 AM. Edd gave it a double-take, now actually paying attention to the clock. He groaned, sprawling back onto his bed, his pillow covering his face as he continued to groan. He laid here for a couple moments, actually taking the strength to stand up. He yawned and noticed his mouth was a bit dry and icky. He looked to his bedside table, staring at his empty Cola can.

Edd trudged to the kitchen to get a can of Cola - and to try to get his mind off of that damn Norwegian.