sick of you (tomtord)

8.

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Tord's eyes fluttered open, his hand slowly reaching up to rub away the blurriness.

10:24 AM

"It's too early," he groaned, rolling over and shoving his face into the pillow.

"Get up!" Paul burst into the room without warning.

"aHH-" Tord screamed, falling off the bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets.

"We're going out for breakfast!" His father smiled.

"Ugh... Fine. I'll be down in a minute."

Paul left the room and closed the door gently behind him.

Tord struggled to untangle the thick. blankets from his body, trying to kick and pull them off. He succeeded after a couple moments and stood up to stretch. He opened the blinds and turned on his heel, sunshine warming his back. Tord hummed softly as he opened his dresser and sorted through the clothes. He pulled on some black skinny jeans and a dark grey band t-shirt. When he turned around, a blush instantly reached his face. Tom was staring at him through the window on the tree, blushing as well.

They both screamed at the same time. Tom lost his balance and his fingers slipped, causing him to topple to the ground and disturb all the leaves.

"Faen!" Tord cursed. He pulled on his hoodie over his head quickly and rushed down the stairs, earning confused looks from his fathers.

He slammed the door closed behind him and skidded to a halt in front of the tree. Tom was on the floor, curled up in a ball and groaning in pain.

"Tom! What the hell was that about!? Are you alright!?" Tord kneeled beside him, holding his hand in worry.

"Uh.. huhhh?" The Brit blinked rapidly as he stared at Tord. Once he recovered his injuries, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Y-Yeah, i'm fine. I think. Thanks?"

"Okay, good," Tord breathed a sigh of relief and released Tom's hand. His face flushed red. "You're a goddamn pervert!"

"I wasn't watching you, I swear!" Tom protested. He blushed and looked away nervously. "I-It's just... I was going to say hi to you but I guess I went at the wrong time..?" He chewed the inside of his cheek. "Oops."

Not believing the lie, Tord scoffed as he stood up. He held out his hand for Tom to take.

The blue clad male gratefully took it and stood up as well. "Sorry." He let out a forced chuckle.

"Just don't get a bo-"

"Tord?" Pat rounded the corner and stopped once seeing the teens. "Why is Tom here? What happened?"

"Oh.. he was just gonna-"

"I threw my frisbee and it landed in the tree." Tom interrupted.

Pat raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Where's the frisbee? I don't see it in your hands and it's not in the tree either."

"It- it flew away," Tord stuttered.

"Yeah. Sure. So Tom-" Pat clasped his hands together, "-would you like to come with us to have breakfast? I'm sure Tord would enjoy your company." He winked.

"Uh..." Tom glanced at the other teen, widening his eyes. "That'd be nice. But, I don't have money on me-"

"That's alright. Okay, you two, get in the car."

Something is definitely gonna go wrong.

Tord sighed and followed Pat, Tom trailing behind him.

--Time Skip--

"...and i'll just have the pancakes." Tom said.

The waitress scribbled down something on her notepad, smiled, and walked off.

Pat and Paul sat on the opposite side of the booth from Tom and Tord.

"Guys," Pat glanced at his husband for a moment. "We've noticed you two have been, well, getting close."

Tord blushed slightly. "N-No we haven't! That's not true!" He shook his head vigorously.

Paul let out a breath of laughter. Pat chuckled and rolled his eyes. Tom hunched his shoulders and looked down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs.

"Really, though- Tom, I give you full permission to date my son."

"Same here," Paul spoke up.

"Th-Thanks..?" Tom curled his toes in embarrassment. "Though I don't think that'll, uh, be happening."

Tord felt a little hurt but hid it well. "Yeah, I don't want to." He agreed, sounding petty.

"Whatever you say!" Pat leaned back in his seat with a smirk.