sick of you (tomtord)

10.

"We didn't have sex!" Tord insisted, nearly to the point of breaking down in tears due to Paul's passive aggressive attitude.

Paul let out an annoyed sigh but didn't answer. He pulled over on the curb in front of the school. "Go."

"Bye..." Tord muttered. He got out of the car and ran up to Edd and Matt who were at their lockers. "Hi guys."

"Hey, Todd!" Matt smiled brightly.

Edd gave him a concerned look. The chubby little cinnamon roll always knew when someone was feeling down. "You alright?" He asked quietly so Matt couldn't hear.

"Fine." Tord mumbled solemnly. He slammed his locker close with force, startling the other two teens.

Tom appeared and smiled at him. "Hey!" A light blush was on his cheeks.

The Norwegian ignored him and started going to his first class even though it was fifteen minutes early. He didn't want to face Tom, or anyone for that matter.

Tom and Edd exchanged a worried look.

"What's up with him?" Edd frowned.

"I don't know."

--Time Skip--

Tord sat alone at the tree, waiting for one of his dads to pick him up. Matt had already left and so had Tom. Edd walked up to him, plopping down on the grass beside the lonely boy.

"So, you gonna tell me what's wrong?" He asked.

"No." Tord moved his hood up to hide his hickeys. "You don't need to worry. I'm okay."

"I don't believe you," Edd pouted. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right? I'm always here for you."

He looked away, sighing. A couple tears slid down his cheeks and dripped off his chin. Tord turned and wrapped his arms around Edd's body, sobbing.

"Hey, it's okay," the green clad male assured and hugged him back. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Tord reluctantly pulled away and hid his face in his hands. "I don't know if-"

He was interrupted by a car horn and he looked up to see Paul in the car waiting impatiently.

"Bye."

"Bye, Tord," Edd gave him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. "Whatever happened, it'll be okay."

--Time Skip--

Tord glared at his phone as it blew up with notifications from Tom texting him so much. He huffed in annoyance and shut the device off, frowning. "I'm sorry, Tom..." He whispered.

"Dinner!" Pat yelled from downstairs.

I don't want to see them right now. But Tord went to sit at the table anyways, swirling his food around with a fork and kicking his feet under the table.

"Don't play with your food," Paul scolded.

He muttered 'fuck off' under his breath and took a bite of it anyway.

"Care to explain?" Pat spoke up.

Tord took a deep breath and tried to keep a calm demeanor. . "I already did. But you guys didn't listen. Besides, you were the one encouraging us anyway!" He snapped.

"I encouraged you to date, not do that!" He protested.

"It sure didn't seem like it."

Pat guiltily looked away. Tord rolled his eyes and stood up. "I'm not hungry," he said and trudged to his room.

He was surprised to see Tom sitting on the floor on his phone.

"What are you doing here!?" Tord hissed and locked the door, a panicked look in his eyes.

Tom saw him and stood up. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I only want you to be h-"

Tord silenced him with a kiss. He pulled away with a slight frown. "It's not your fault."

"I think it is." Tom sat back down on the floor.

"I mean it's not like we did anything bad!"

"I gave you a hickey."

"We were drunk."

"Still!"

Tord rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. His lower lip quivered and he slowly slid down to his knees, crying silently.

"Hey, hey, don't cry!" Tom crawled over and hugged him to his chest. "It's okay... You're okay."

"My dads hate me.." Tord whimpered. He hid his face in his hands.

"They don't." Tom promised. "You deserve some rest. Take a nap. Oh, hold on. I got you something." He pulled away and opened his backpack which Tord hadn't realized was even there.

Muttering something about how it would make Tord feel better, Tom handed him a bucket of ice cream.

Tord couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously?" He sniffled, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand and giggling.

"Yeah," Tom scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "I even brought a spoon!" He took a spoon out from his backpack and placed it on the lid of the tub.

"Oh my god, Thomas, this is ridiculous. But cute. Thank you."

"No problem."