sick of you (tomtord)

2.

Tord opened the door to this house, walking in. He looked up and noticed Paul sitting at the kitchen table, going over to him.

"How was school?" The Dutch man looked at his son with a smile.

"It was fine." Tord shrugged simply.

"Make any friends?" Pat joined the conversation as he entered the room.

"Yeah, actually," a smile crept onto Tord's face. "Their names are Edd, Matt, and Tom."

"That's great!" Pat exclaimed. "What are they like?"

"Edd is really nice; he's kind of like the mom friend," Tord explained, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Matt is, uhh... something. Tom is.." His voice trailed off, eyebrows furrowing.

"You like that Tom guy or something?" Pat teased, earning a small chuckle from Paul.

"N-No!" Tord shook his head quickly, a blush dusting his freckled cheeks. "I just- I-I don't know much about him, I can't really say. He's sarcastic, I guess."

"They sound wonderful," Paul looked at him with a convincing smile.

"Dinner will be ready soon." Pat told the two, kissing Paul's temple before walking back to the kitchen.

"Okay, thanks!" Tord sped off to his room, tossing his backpack onto the messy floor and leaping onto the bed.

After staring at his wall and zoning out for a couple minutes, Tord picked up his phone and texted the group chat he and his friends had made.

Tord: hey guys

Edd: Hey, Tord!

Tom: hey

Matt: haiiiiii

Tord cringed at the way Matt had typed his 'hello.' "Twelve-year old.." he mumbled.

Edd: Wyd?

Tom: who are you asking that to?

Tom: this is a group chat, yknow

Edd: ...Stfu

Matt: wHat does that mean?

Tord: it means shut the fuck up

Matt: dont tell me that!! thats a mean thing to say >:(

Tom: HAHAH

Tord: ugh

Edd: Dorks

Tom: look who's talking

Matt: who wants me 2 do their makeup?

Tord: not me

Tom: god no

Edd: Thanks for the offer, Matty, but i'm good :)

Matt: awwww...

Tom: i'm bailing, you guys are lame

Tom: cya

Tord: bye!!

Edd: Bye!

Matt: bai~~~~

Tord smiled softly, joy filling his heart. He rolled over and began to do his homework.

--Time Skip To a Few Days Later--

Tord sat at their usual lunch table, drawing on his palm with red pen. He felt someone sit down on the other side of the table and looked up, seeing Tom.

"Hey." The Norwegian smiled at him, setting the pen down. His heart had already begun to flutter for some reason.

"Hey," Tom gave a limp wave, barely lifting his hand at all.

"Where's Edd and Matt?" Tord asked, resting his chin in his palm.

"Getting lunch over there, I think," Tom said, nodding his head in the direction of the lunch line.

"Oh, I see," he looked over.

They sat in awkward silence, glancing at each other every so often.

"So-" Tom began saying.

Before he could finish, however, someone slammed their fists down on the table. Tord jumped in surprise, turning and seeing three males. His eyes widened.

The first one was wearing a grey tank top with a striped dark green flannel over it, trying to show off the muscles he clearly didn't have. He had some peach fuzz growing, dark messy brown hair, and blazing green eyes.

The second one had tanned skin and a sculpted chin. His hair was blonde and swerved upwards, shiny with gel. He was wearing a purple button down.

The last one was a rather short, anxious looking boy. His hair was cut short and neat with bangs covering his forehead. His beady eyes darted from side to side in fear. He had on a loose blue t-shirt.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the eyeless freak," the green one spat. "And you have a little friend here, hm?"

Tom sighed in frustration, motioning to Tord. "That's Tord. Tord, these are Eduardo, Mark, and Jon, also known as the three stooges." Tord simply nodded in fear. "But don't worry, they're no threat."

"Excuse us?" Mark scowled.

"Leave us alone," Tom glared at them, "or do you want me to beat your ass again?"

Eduardo gave him a look of anger. "I-" He started to say something, shoulders sagging as he realized he didn't have a smartass remark. "Fuck off. You'll be sorry." He turned and stomped off. Mark and Jon were quick to follow.

"Damn.." Tord mumbled. He gazed at Tom. "That was brave of you."

Tom smiled softly at him and chuckled. "It was nothing. They're just assholes," he shrugged.

"I guess so," Tord laughed breathily.

Red tinted Tom's cheeks as he laughed along with the Norwegian, their eyes meeting. They shook their heads and smiled stupidly at each other.