Black Eyes (TomTord Eddsworld Fic)

Ch. 4 Oh, shut up Thomas

((I went to brush a hair out of my face and ended up stabbing my ring finger into my eye, everythings blurry in that eye. I've done it before, It'll go away but dang I wasn't expecting that))

//Edd's POV// (< oh look its a new point of view for you lucky viewers)

I walked in, worry filling my chest. I hated when Matt was hurt or just generally upset. Matt was the type to make me catch his mood, and I could have swore I felt my face ache a bit. As I did I rubbed my head with a small wince, going back into the living room. What I didn't expect to see was a casual Tord flipping through channels on the TV, having like a centimeter long cigar by now, and just overall being really chill. I adverted my gaze to Tom, who... Was the exact opposite. His eye.. Sockets.. Are they even sockets? Ah, whatever. His eye socket were wide and his face was red. He was hugging himself like when he does when he's scared or excited. I slowly went over to him, "Tom?" He flickered his gaze up to me, making me take a step back from the sudden action. "He.. He just tried.. HE JUST TRIED TO MAKE OUT WITH ME OR SOMETHING?! AND..AND HE WAS TELLING ME HOW I WAS LIKE HIDING SOMETHING?" He sudden sputtered out in a small panic.

I blinked slowly, looking over my shoulder to see Tord blankly staring at us. "No? Why would I do that?" Tord asked, making Tom get up, stomping over to him. "LISTEN HERE YOU LIL'-" 

"Woah, woah woah woah!" I grabbed Tom by his hood, making him squeak and get pulled back. "You two are NOT fighting. In fact, go to your room." I glared, hating how I had to act like a mother towards these two. "What- Both of us? Edd, you can't be serious." Tom whipped his head over to look at me. I pointed with my free hand to their door. "Go, now. Both of you."

Tord.. Didn't protest. He just walked past us- blowing smoke in Tom's face in the process. Tom coughed and waved his hand in the air next to his face. "Im gonna-"

"Tom, no." I scolded, pushing him gently to his room. Tom growled under his breath but obliged stubbornly and walked into his room. I shut the door behind him and made sure to lock it from the outside. "I'll let you two in once you've finally made up!" I called and slowly started to depart. I could hear loud bangs on the door already and yelling. This is gonna be a long day..

//Tord's POV//

I smirked slowly, Tom slumping against the door. "I don't wanna be left alone in here.. With him.." He added his rant, calming down. He let out a long breath and I went over to Susan's stand next to his bed. "Nice room, Thomas." I grinned, grabbing Susan's stick as I lifted her up. Thankfully, Tom didn't notice yet. I put my cigar out, finally, on Tom's desk without a care as I went to hold her correctly. Tom noticed I was fiddling with Susan once I plucked a small string. He shot up, facing me with a horror-filled expression. "Don't TOUCH Susan!" He roared and rushed at me, but slowed down and gently grabbed onto Susan and took her from my grip. I didn't try to stop this, I wanted to see where this was going. Well, my original idea was he was gonna place her back on her stand- but I was proven wrong. He sat on the bed (And I followed him, sitting next to him). He slowly looked up at me.

"So uhm.. Wanna hear me play a song?"