What if...?

Feathery Wishes

(Thank you to Tom_is_awesome for the inspiration to start this, it's probably gonna be crappy, DON'T JUDGE THIS IS MY FIRST EVER THING I'VE WRITTEN IN WATTPAD, so prepare for the worst and hope for the best! (Also, the heights go from, shortest to tallest, Tord (lol smol bean), Edd, Matt, then Tom.))

Tom stepped in front of the menacing house. Or at least, he thought it was menacing. Look at it! With it's red roof, and white exterior! It was really quite homely, but he was more nervous about what his new roommates might think of him. It had taken forever to find a place!

"Just breathe dumbass, you'll be fine, just walk up to the door and knock.", he said to himself.

Tom did just that, taking a deep breath and rapping on the hardwood a few times. He heard shuffling and words traded, too quiet for him to make out, before the door opened.

A light brown haired man, around his age, if looks were to be judged by, stood only to his mid-chest, which was to be expected, he was always taller than everyone, being 6' 5" and all. The man wore a red hoodie and black jeans, white socks on his feet.

The man looked up at him, "Hello, are you Tom?"

"Uh, yeah, who are you?", he asked the man.

He grinned, a noticeable gap between his front teeth, "I am Tord, nice to meet you, new roommate!"

Tom smiled also, noting his Norwegian accent. Tord opened the door to let him in, which Tom accepted graciously. He hung his black trench coat up on a rack, shaking snow off his hair from the outside, taking off his checkered hat.

"Tord! Is that the new guy?!", shouted a voice from further inside the house.

Tord lead him into what seemed to be the living room, furnished with a television, a sofa and armchair, two tables beside the couch with lamps in either one, and a painting hanging on the wall.

Tord called back, "Yeah! Come and meet him!"

Two men, one almost a foot taller than the other, came out of the kitchen, the shorter was slightly taller than Tord, whilst the other was a few inches shy of Tom's own towering height.

"Hi! I'm Edd, this is Matt!", he said, holding out a hand, the other was occupied with a can of cola.

Tom nodded, "Pleased to meet you, I'm Thomas, but I prefer Tom."

"Nice to meet you Tim!", said the ginger.

Tom sighed, "It's Tom."

"Oooh, sorry Tim!"

Tom rolled his 'eyes' and turned to the other two, "Can you show me my room so I can unpack?"

"Of course, Tord if you please? I have to finish supper.", asked Edd.

Tord nodded and jumped up the staircase two at a time, leaning over the railing to watch him follow, his suitcases and base guitar in hand.

Tom walked into the room, the walls and ceiling colored a pale blue, "Thank you, I'll be down in a minute, let me just get organized."

Tord nodded and shut the door, walking, presumably, back to where the other two were.

Tom sighed and opened the first suitcase, pulling out a teddy bear and setting it on the side table. After a couple minutes his clothes and other items were put away, his closet semi-filled and his bed made, his stuffy lovingly set down in the pillow.

"Hey Tom! Dinner's ready!", yelled Edd.

Tom opened the door and walked down the stairs, sitting down at the table and inspecting the green clad members of the household.

Edd wore a simple green hoodie, freckles dotting his face and his chocolate hair messily brushed into place. A grey t-shirt was barely visible over the hood of his sweater, the very tops of darker grey letters peeking out. He wore casual blue jeans, and white socks.

Matt in the other hand had unusually vibrant ginger hair with striking blue eyes, unlike the dark brown of Edd's and the stormy grey of Tord's. He wore a purple hoodie and a green overcoat, his nails perfectly manicured, his hair also in perfect order. He too wore blue jeans, but unlike the other two, had on a pair of converse sneakers.

Edd set down three plates of spaghetti and garlic bread, the cheese perfectly melted on top of both, Tom looked up, "Thanks dude."

Each of them dug in after nodding in agreement with the Brit, striking up a pleasant conversation, asking Tom about his family, pets, hobbies, and answering questions he asked about themselves.

"Hey Tord, I meant to ask you, could you take me on a tour of the house and show me where the nearest liquor store is?", he asked.

Tord nodded, his mouth full with pasta, he swallowed, "Sure, I need to head over there too, so may as well."

After dinner was finished the two set off, walking down the street in companionable silence. Soon enough they were at the store, the Nordski heading over to the cigar section, and Tom in the other directing, looking for the Vodka.

"Got everything?", asked Tord when they met up outside.

Tom nodded, "Yup, let's head back, I want to get home before those clouds come in."

Tord looked up to where he was pointing, black looming clouds coming towards them. He nodded and started walking, the taller man following close behind.

~Smol Timeskip lol~

Tord hung up his coat, moving out of the way of Tom so he could close the door, making his way into the living room. Tom came in soon after, his bag of Vodka in his hands.

Tord shouted, "We're home!"

"Okay! Thank you!", yelled Matt.

Tord looked up at Tom, "Let me show you where everything is."

~TIMESKIP~

Tom sat down heavily on his bed, finally able to rest after the long day he had. The Brit took off his sweater, changing into his pajamas and throwing the day's clothes in the laundry bin, hanging up his sweater alongside the other's in his closet.

"Finally, bed sweet bed.", he said, flopping down onto the mattress and turning off the lamp.

Tom sighed heavily, curling up under the covers with his teddy bear, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.