Monster |Torm

9th grade|Part 2

Tom looked at himself in the mirror,groaning at his choice of clothing.

A black button up shirt with a checkered tie wrapping around the collar. Some tight black jeans,with a checkered belt pressing it against his waist. Then finally some checkered converse with red and black socks under them.

Slipping on some bracelets,Tom nervously bit his lip.

He didn't know why he was nervous.

He just was.

Spraying cologne on himself,Tom then stepped out his bathroom and into his bedroom.

The motorcycle keys laid on his bed sheets,his phone blasting out some music while it charged,and his wallet next to it.

Tom huffed,grabbing those three items before heading down to the garage. His eyes might have been hollow and black,but it still presented how much of a wreck he was.

I mean,he doesn't want to screw this up. He's been a bit distant to his best friend,and on purpose. He doesn't want to do that again. He trusts Tord more than anything. He was his first friend,besides Tomme Bear. The only reason Tom was ignoring Tord was the fact that Tom had fighting with a gang near the school.

And his friends where his weak spot.

Especially that Norski.

And if they ever got their hands on his Tord.

There would be no reason to live.

So that's why he's been keeping to himself.

Though,one boys night out might be the thing he needs to get this off his mind. Besides,the arcade is far from the gangs he fought.

Tom sighed,seeing Lincoln in front of him. He placed the black helmet over his head,putting another one in his lap. Gripping on to the handle,Tom kicked up the engine.

The front lights blinked on,with the motor purring against the Brit,making him smirk a tad.

He rolled out Lincoln out of the garage as it opened,and closed it back down before heading off in the streets.

Tord paced around,not knowing what to wear." DAD!" He yelled. He called Paul Dad since he was more dominate than Mom,Patryk.

"What is it?" Paul raised a brow,crossing his arms together,leaning into the doorframe.

Tord pointed at the closet before him." What should I wear?!" His voice filled with Panic. He wanted to be presentable to Tom so that he doesn't keep ignoring him.

"Well you wanna be girly or manly?" He asked,chewing softly on his cigarette.

Tord huffed as His dad chuckled at his small joke." This is serious! MOM!" He called out.

Patryk came in,already heading straight to his closet." I got the perfect outfit!" He smiled.

As he bent down,searching threw Tord's clothes,Paul starred at his ass,smirking.

Tord groaned," Dad save that foreplay for when I leave!" The younger Norski growled. Paul blushed,but still kept a silly smirk on his face.

Patryk stood back up,blushing and revealing what he wanted Tord to wear as he placed it on his bed.

A red tank top,dark grey ripped jeans,grey vans,and white socks.

Along with kitty undies.

"Wear this! Maybe you might hit first base and move to second~" purred Patryk as he nudged Tord. Tord blushed.

His parents knew of his little crush on that Brit,and he wished he never said anything.

"Ok-OUT!" Tord commanded,swatting out his adoptive parents.

They chuckled to each other as Tord shut the door.

Tord huffed,looking over at the choice of clothing his 'mother' gave him.

"Oh well..." He sighed,going to change into them.

Tom walked up to the front door step,knocking the door when he got there.

The door swung open to a very excited Patryk.

"He'll be right out,Thomas!" He chuckled,leaving the door open as he went back inside.

Tom raised a brow,standing and waiting for the Norski.

The sound of a motorcycle stopped at his house.

Tord herd the door be knocked on,then his 'mom' answering it.

Oh god,Tord thought,rushing up on his deodorant and shaving.

As the Norski ran down the stairs he tripped falling face first on the floor.

"Tordsy!" Tom called out,running towards his Friend,helping him up.

Patryk smirked,walking off to mop or something.

Tord blushed as Tom held him in his arms,chests nearly touching.

"Let's g-get going..." Tord stuttered. Tom nodded.

As they went outside,it's when realization hit Tord in the face. He's going to have to wrap his arms around Tom.

He blushed,smiling a bit at the thought.

"Yo! Uh,Tord?" Tom called out,already on the form of transport.

Tord shook his head,walking up and climbing on.

Tom chuckled,handing Tord the helmet in his lap." Hold onto my waist so you don't fall,ok Commie?" The Brit smirked. Tord blushed at the smirk as he put on the helmet.

He nodded,doing so,and resting his face into Tom's back. He loved his smell. It was like a cucumber lime smell from Bed bath and beyond.

"Hold on!" Thomas yelled into the air as he crackled up the motor and rode down the streets to the arcade,Tord holding on to Tom with dear life,a dorky smile on his face.

An

Oh god,I'm so sorry for the late chapter!

I'm working on an Eridan X reader,and I got my one shot book, but I got no inspiration!!!

And I kinda just got back from El Salvador...so unpacking will be a pain....

Mk bai~