Streetlight [Light TomTord]

Thinking the Day

The lamppost still illuminated the street. Tom and Tord were huddled close to each other on the concrete steps. Hands in hoodie pockets, hoods up.

"Do you think it's odd no cars have passed by?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, I suppose," Tord replied.

"Hey..." Tom displayed a perplexed look. Tord looked up at him. "Why were you out here in the first place? And how did you manage to lock yourself out?"

"Oh, right..." Tord thought back to earlier. "I was out here because I had a lot on my mind. I needed some fresh air, but ended up staying out for hours. I could've sworn the door was unlocked, but it's possible Edd or Matt could've locked it when they went to bed."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Uh.. I don't feel comfortable sharing," Tord said. If I told Tom about my plan, he'd kill me on the spot...

Tom looked at him oddly. "Why not?"

"Why do you want to know? I thought you didn't care about me," Tord spat.

"I'm bored out of my mind, can you just tell me?" Tom went on.

"Do you... Do you swear on your grave, you won't tell anyone. Not even Edd and Matt?" Tord said slowly. Tom nodded. "I.. There's a reason I came back. I didn't just come back for good and fun."

"Why did you come back then?" Tom asked.

"That is the part you can't tell anyone," Tord told him.

"Okay," Tom agreed. Tord took a deep breath.

Tord's PoV

After a deep breath, I finally decided to speak.

"I am the leader of the army called The Red Army, and I came back here to carry out a big plan. There's... There is a gigantic mech underneath the house, and within the next few days I planned to raise it, and take over the world with hundreds of soldiers behind me." I looked up at Tom, and he was staring at me in disbelief.

"You're... You're kidding," he nervously said.

"I wish I was making this stuff up," I admitted. It got quiet. I wondered if Tom was going to punch me, or shove me, or kick me, or shoot me, or throw m-

"Show me."

"Wh... What?" I turned to Tom in disbelief.

"Show me. Can you?" We looked each other in the eyes for a short moment, but I quickly looked away.

"No," I told him. "I can only access the port from inside the house. There's a hidden area in my old room."

"In my room," Tom corrected me.

"Yes, I suppose."

"So... Are you still going to carry out your plan? You better know what's coming if you say yes," Tom stated. I half smiled.

"I don't think so. I don't really want to, anymore. I didn't think I was actually friends with you guys, but at least Edd and Matt have made me think differently," I exclaimed.

"I guess... I'm glad you didn't. The last thing I wanted was more conflict than we already have." I looked back up at Tom. "For the past few times you've been forced outside to smoke, Edd and Matt have been talking to me. They're encouraging me to propose another chance for friendship, or to go on a walk with you or something. They want us to make up, like, really bad," he chuckled. "I just had all these thoughts flying left and right around my head, like how I couldn't get over the fact you might be hiding something, or that you might hurt Edd or Matt, and earlier, I just couldn't take it. I left for a couple drinks, but you can obviously see what that turned into."

"I got in fights because my drunk ass didn't know what it was doing. I fell down some steps walking, and teared my jeans, I got punched right in the nose, and dried the blood with my shirt, and later in the night I went back to the bar. I got pushed to play that game where you tape the bottles to your hands, and you can't release them until they're empty. I ended up leaving shortly after that, but I was freezing. I'd taken my hoodie off in that hot bar, and was stuck roaming the city sidewalks with two bottles of alcohol and the street lights. I couldn't put my hoodie on even if I wanted to, because I didn't know what to do to get the bottles off my hands without making more of a scene then I already was with my appearance alone. It's been a rough night, and seeing you in the backyard didn't help."

"I just wanted to get inside, and once I climbed the fence, that's all that was on my mind. Like, 'okay, I'm home. I'm ready for the heater and my soft bed and Edd and Matt and getting the bottles off my hands.' But, as you can see, we got ourselves into this mess. Now, even the car couldn't spare us from the cold, or the embarrassment I was trying deep down to escape all damn day."

"It was a slow day without you," I interrupted. "Edd and Matt were cuddling on the couch for hours, and I had nothing but displeasing thoughts in my head. Like I'd mentioned, I'd come out for fresh air, but that turned into this. Now, I got us stuck in the cold; frantically switching hoodies, banging and kicking on doors, hurting each other, and embarrassing each other."

"This is quite literally the worst day ever," Tom concluded.

"Yeah," I agreed with a little chuckle. I hesitantly scooted closer to Tom, and rested my head right below his shoulder.

Tom's PoV

Tord snuggled closer to me, and oddly enough, it was calming. I put my arm around him, and he nestled closer yet. I hugged him close, and he started to shift his body. Tord turned slightly more towards me, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He hugged me tight; I returned the grip.

"Get some sleep," I said softly.

"I will if you do," Tord whispered.