Streetlight [Light TomTord]

Car Exhaust

Tord blinked himself awake. He sat up, and looked around. The first thing he realized was a splitting headache. He rubbed his forehead lightly as he looked around; he was still in front of the house, but he was freezing cold.

He looked down at the rest of his body, and realized his hoodie was gone. His head frantically turned from side to side, searching for a glimpse of red. He saw nothing but his own frosty breath, and the bits of solid ground illuminated by the dim streetlight. He held his arms, and ran his hands up and down them in an attempt to warm himself up.

Tord then realized... he was alone.

Tord stood up, and sure enough, Tom was gone again. He looked around, shivering and shaking in his place. Tord's eyes then moved to Edd, Matt, and Tom's car (rather than his own). The light was on inside. Exhaust was flowing out of the pipe, and it floated into the night sky a shade of white.

Tord looked in the window, and he saw Tom asleep in the seat; hoodie on, and the tape off his hands. After a closer look, Tord spied his own hoodie on underneath Tom's trademark blue one. His anger resurfaced, and he started banging on the car door.

"HEY, JEHOVAH'S WITNESS!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!" He shouted. Tom didn't move.

Great.. I'm going to freeze to death, and it's all his fault. I'll never make it 'til the times Edd and Matt wake up. Ugh... Tom is such a bastard! Tord kicked the door. Stole my hoodie, bashed me in the head, blinded me with a flashlight... Wait... Why did he take my hoodie..? He must have the car heater on, and he has his own hoodie... I mean, I can understand him taking it, I suppose, but w... wearing it..? Why on earth would he wear my hoodie?

"Why would he wear it.." Tord whispered to himself. He groaned, and he banged on the door some more. Tom's eyelids started to flinch, so Tord kept kicking and hitting the door. Tom soon opened one eye, and when it focused on Tord, he opened the other. Tom sat up and rubbed his eyes. They looked at each other, and it was quiet until Tord spilled.

"Let me in!!" He shouted, quieter than before. The first time he shouted, it really hurt his head, but he had to do it for the sake of waking Tom. Tom sighed to himself, and he unlocked the car door. Tord ran around to the other side, and immediately sat in the driver's seat once he got inside. He shut and locked the door, and curled up with himself.

It felt good to finally be in a warm area. Tord looked over at Tom, and he figured he owed him a thanks. "Th-Thanks," he stuttered quietly, facing away from Tom.

"What was that?" Tom asked. Hatred sunk deep inside Tord; Tom wasn't drunk anymore, and he had enough sense to piss him off like usual.

"Thanks," Tord repeated himself, slightly louder.

"A little louder..!" Tom deviantly encouraged. Tord turned his head, and they stared each other down.

"THANK YOU!!" He yelled. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.

"Welcome," Tom surely replied.

Tord held his arms, tight. He had started to feel a little warmer, but he was still shivering.

"T-Tom..?" He started.

"What?" Tom answered.

"Can I h-have my hoodie, back...?" Tord asked softly.

"How do you know I have it-" The car engine made an odd noise. All of the sudden, it stopped running. "Oh, fuck me," Tom grumbled.

"Give me my hoodie," Tord said.

"No," Tom responded.

"I'm freezing cold, give it to me," Tord demanded.

"You're not getting jack shit with that attitude," Tom told him. Tord couldn't take it anymore. He climbed to his knees and sprung across the seats. He pulled up on Tom's hoodie, and his own. Tom reacted quickly; he pulled the hoodies right out of Tord's grip, and Tord slipped forward. He landed face down on Tom's thighs; very close to his crotch.

Tord sat up rather quickly, his face growing a darker red. He was embarrassed. Tom's face got red because of the fact Tord could've landed dead on the place where he shouldn't be. He covered half his face with his hand, and he looked out the window.

Tom's mind crossed with awful thoughts. I need to get my mind out of the gutter.. He just got out of the car to avoid any further embarrassment of himself.

Tord buried his face in his hands after watching Tom leave. I cannot believe I just fell face-first in his lap. Oh my god... That was a dick move for both of us, honestly...

Tom walked up the front door. He kicked it, and kicked and banged some more. Tord got out of the car, and he shut his door, and Tom's door once he walked around. Tom turned around to see Tord approaching the doorway. He sighed to himself. Tom lifted the two hoodies he was wearing over his head. Tord looked at him, confused.

"Here," Tom said, handing them over to Tord.

"Wait, what?" Tord was in shock.

"Just... Fuckin' take them, alright? Before I change my mind," he demanded. Tord took the hoodies. He put his own back on before slipping Tom's on over top. He smelled like a mixture of alcohol and cigar ashes. When Tom turned his head, Tord took a closer sniff of Tom's. It smelled kind of bad- like a liquor store and packed bar at 2 am- but he wasn't going to deny that it smelled like Tom.

Tom sat down on the steps, and Tord decided to sit down next to him. They sat in peace; something neither of them expected.

It'd been quiet for a few minutes, when Tord chose to speak up.

"Hey, uh.. Sorry for jumping at you back in the car," he said.

"It's fine... Sorry for insisting on apologies and stuff. I guess, seeing how desperate you were.. I just wanted to make you more miserable," Tom explained.

"I would've done the same thing," Tord chuckled. Tom formed a smile. "Hey.. I don't need your hoodie, Tom."

"It's fine," Tom told him. Tord looked at him. He was covered in goosebumps, and he was obviously shivering. Tord took the blue hoodie off, and placed it in Tom's lap.

"Put it on." Tom soon did, and they sat in the cold.