I'm Not Sorry (TomTord Fanfic)

I'm Really... Not Sorry.

Tord sighed as he walked to the eyeless man's apartment. This feeling just couldn't be stopped. He wanted to see him, he just had to. Groaning a little, Tord mumbled under his breath,
"I can't believe I'm doing this..."
He stopped a few meters away from the door, hesitating, but pushing himself to go forward. No more hiding, Tord. Don't be scared. You can... you can do this.
Tord knocked quietly on the door, speaking quietly in his thick, Norwegian accent.
"To-... Thomas...? Are you there?"
A loud cluttering of bottles could be heard, well, he's there. There's no going back now. After a few moments, the drunken man opened the door, looking horrible and messy. His hair looked like it wasn't combed in weeks, and there we dark eyebags under his... eyes? Who knows. Once he saw Tord, he growled with disgust,
"T-tord? Hic, I thoooought... I thought you were d-dead. I killed you with- hic, my harpoooooon. You should've been dead." His speech was slurred, he was clearly very drunk. Tom was even just struggling to stand, trying not to topple over. Tord sighed,
"No, I'm not dead, but... just very injured. I-i'll be fine, I think."
"Well, w-why did yaaa come here, hic, you house destroyin'... neighbor k-killing... commie!" He spat out with venom in his voice, trying to intimidate the other, but although, in his drunken state, it wasn't very good. The words still hurt Tord as much as Tom intended them to be, guilt sinking through his chest. He winced,
"Look, I didn't really mean to kill the neighbor, o-or destroy the house, you were... just... in my way..." He looked down, "We really need to talk, I c-can explain everything, and I r-really need to tell you something important-"
He was cut off by the angry drunkard,
"Weeeell, Tord. You can't just... hic... you can't jus' destroy my house and e-expect toooo be forgiven and all that- hic, garbage! You're g-garbage, so just... go."
He slammed the door in front of Tord, yelling through it,
"And dooon't ever come back. I don't... want to see your stupid face e-ever again."
Tord sighed, "Could you open the door again? I promise I'll leave right after this, but... I really need us to talk about this."
"Why me? W-why not Edd, or Matt or something?"
"Just because. Please Tom, listen to me."
A few minutes pass, and that satisfying, unlocking click of the door was heard. Tom stepped out the room, looking much more annoyed.
"Well? W-what do you wa-"
He was cut off by Tord just being inches away from his face, his smelling like cigarettes. Speaking of which, Tom's smelled like a strong scent of Schmirnoff. Of course. The blue clad man stepped backward, "What are you d-doing?! If this- hic, is some sort of your stupid miiiind tricks, I just want you to stop being a stupi-"
He was cut off again by the Norski leaning forward and kissing him, as passionately as he could. God, how he wanted this... Tord was pulling Tom closer, closing his eyes. He was enjoying the kiss, and since Tom was unbelievably drunk, he couldn't fight back, just giving up and sinking into the kiss. This was... weird. And wrong. But... It felt right. Tom closed his eyes as well, hesitantly kissing back, then pulling away quickly, all embarrassed.
"Mnh... what was that for...?"
"I didn't know how else to calm you down so you would listen. Heheh... I love you Tom."
Tom covered his face,
"I don't t-think I'm drunk enough for this..."
"That's... alright. I just want to tell you something very important, okay? Then I'll get out of your life. Even if it'll... hurt me... god, I'm so stupid. Faen, Tom, I just really love you..."
"Yeah, yeaaah- hic, shut up about that. Love you too."
"So, uh, the thing I was gonna tell you about. Here... here it goes."

Tord closed his eyes, took a deep breath, aND GRABBED A RADIO FROM HIS ASS!!

"The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal bodeboop. A single lap should be completed every time you hear this sound. ding Remember to run in a straight line and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark. Get ready!… Start. ding!"
AND THEN TOM STARTED TO NYOOMY RUN INTO OBLIVION AND THEY FUCKED AFTER PROBABLY. THE END.