War Over You (TomTord)

Chapter 10

"WHAT?! NO!" We sat up.  "I don't want you to get hurt!"

"What if you die," I paused. "What if you die Tord, I don't think I could live with myself."

"Tom, I-"

"Tord I am coming with you, don't try to stop me."  The tears were forming in his eyes.  I didn't know what to do,  I wrapped my arms around him.

He put his arm around me and cried into my  shoulder.

With every sob, I could feel his muscles ripple under his sweatshirt.  Man, for a guy who drinks a lot, he sure must stay active.  Probably from helping Matt and Edd get out of tricky situations. A smile grew across my face, until we pulled back. He rested his head on mine and he kissed my forehead then laid back down facing the door. I slowly lay down too but face the wall. (away from him)  Did I just ruin what we had going there?  Thoughts like these ran through my mind.  My eyes closed but I did not fall asleep that night.

~Time Skip~

When I opened my eyes that morning, Tom was not with me, he was in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal.  I could tell because he left the door open and I could see him, but his back was to me.  I gracefully roll myself out of bed. (we all rememeber what gracefully means right? ;D ) I guess I hit the ground hard enough because Tom looked over to see if I was ok.  My head hurt, kinda, I mean, it was bearable.  I got up and immediately regretted it.  My leg gave out and I fell. AGAIN, with the falling, JEEZ.  This time, he got up from the table and walked over to me. 

"Ya need help buddy?" I look up at him,

"I-I think I'll be fine." I refused his offer and regretted that too.  Though finally, I hauled my dead weight onto the couch and was surprised to see Tom handing me a bowl of cereal.  "Thank you." I smiled and happily ate it.

"So Tord," he said from the kitchen table.  "Have you thought about what I said last night?"  I dropped my spoon in my bowl and looked at him wide-eyed.

(Tom POV)

His eyes widened and his jaw clenched shut. Did he not think about this, or did I just break us? He finally looked back down at his bowl and stirred the cereal with his spoon.

"Yes, I have."

"And?"

"I'll go..." he said in a thick Norwegian accent. I could see him tearing up. I shoved the chair aside and ran to him.

"Tord, no, don't cry. I'll be by your side the whole time remember?" He started crying harder. I quickly threw my arms around him.

"What if I lose you?" he said between sobs.

"Then just know I will always be with you." He tried to push away but I tightened my grip on his body. I could feel him relax and his sobs faded to whimpers.

Finally he pushed away lightly and I allowed us to pull apart. Tord looked at me with watery eyes. He grabbed the collar of my hoodie and kissed me.

~Time Skip~

The next day we started packing. I packed my hoodie, and other clothes that I could care less about. I also packed a picture or the four of us and a bottle of Smirnoff.

I helped Tord pack. Sweatshirt, clothes, and cigars. He quickly threw a paper in his hoodie pocket.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing," I reach my hand in and pull out a badly worn picture of us. I looked at him, he bit his lip and rocked back and forth on his feet looking at me. I held it up slightly,

"You kept this?"

"Yep, I would look at it every night, it helped me to get through some tough times." He looked of to the side. "Just to see your face, it uh... made me remember what I'm fighting for."

I kept staring at him.

"Tom, you're staring."

OOPS