sick of you (tomtord)

17.

"GUYS, GUYS, GUYS!" Matt screeched as he ran up to their lunch table, green eyes shining.

Edd looked up from drawing, Tom swished around the vodka hidden in his water bottle, and Tord put down his pen. "What?" The three asked in unison.

"There's gonna be a school dance!" The ginger squealed as he sat next to his boyfriend.

"What? When?" Tom sat upright.

"Yeah, and why?" Tord added.

"It's next Friday!" Matt responded, trying to balance a plastic fork on Edd's nose. "I know it's not really close to any holidays, buuut..."

"Okay," Tom nodded and took a swig of his vodka, not noticing Tord's nervous glance at him.

Edd bit his lip and grabbed Matt's hands, going nose to nose with him and causing the fork to clatter to the ground. "WILL YOU GO TO THE DANCE WITH ME!?" He squealed, shutting his eyes.

Tom and Tord exchanged a knowing look. Matt's eyes widened but he nodded vigorously, pulling Edd into a hug. "Yes!" He exclaimed. While those two fangirled over each other, Tom and Tord burst out laughing.

--Time Skip--

Tord sat on his bed by the window, eating a bag of chocolates. He scribbled down notes on a paper and sighed in frustration when not understanding the problem.

*plink!*

His head lifted and he brought his gaze to the window. It sounded like someone throwing pebbles.

*plink!*

Tord shook his head and continued writing after popping a blue chocolate into his mouth.

Then a smooth voice came from outside, singing.

Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder
Inside your head than the winter of dead

"Is that...?" Tord whispered and whipped open his curtains, seeing Tom. The Brit was sitting on the tree, singing softly.

I will tell you I love you
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
My nose and feet are running as we start
To travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go

Tord's heart pounded in his chest as he opened the window and stared at Tom in awe. He felt a smile on his lips.

We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower

Tom opened his eyes and looked at Tord, blushing faintly.

Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
Please, take my hand, we're in foreign land
As we travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go

We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower

Tom cleared his throat and blushed in embarrassment. "H-Hey. Can I come in?"

"Uh- yeah, sure!" Tord moved aside and Tom climbed in. They sat on the bed together in awkward silence. "So-"

"Will you go to the dance with me?" Tom blurted out suddenly. He brought out a wilted flower that was probably in his pocket. "Fuck..."

"Pfft-" Tord started laughing and he fell backwards onto the red sheets.

"Stop laughing," Tom complained.

"Oh, god, you're so cute!" He got himself together and smiled. "By the way, sure, i'll go to the dance with you!"

--Time Skip--

"Where are you going like that?"

Tord turned around and saw Pat leaning on the doorframe. "I'm going to the school dance!" He answered. The norski was wearing a red tank top, a leather jacket, and black pants since he couldn't find anything else.

Pat raised an eyebrow. "Alright. I can drive you."

"Okay! I'm almost done," Tord watched him leave and grabbed a hair brush, brushing his hair in his trademark devil-horned style. He put it down and adjusted his leather jacket, taking a deep breath and looking at himself in the mirror. Alright, Tord, don't mess anything up.