sick of you (tomtord)

23.

Tord walked outside of the house, his red hood pulled over his head. He turned in a direction he didn't usually go to. After a few minutes of walking, he reached a nearby park. It was about 9 at night, so there were no people.

If he were a kid, he'd be crawling all over that play structure and claiming it as his castle.

But he wasn't a kid. Not anymore. Tord reached the beginning of the forest that stretched out behind the park. He took a deep breath, about to take a step forward and-

"Tord?"

Tord blinked in confusion and slowly turned around.

Tom stood there with a small smile. "What brings you here?"

"Right back at you."

"Hmmph."

"I'm just going for a walk."

Tom flashed a smile, and Tord tried not to smile back.

"I have a treehouse," the Brit said. "Wanna see it?"

"Sure."

--Time Skip--

Fifteen minutes of aimlessly walking through the woods.

Tom finally found it.

"Aha! Here!" He put a foot on the rickety built-in ladder and started climbing up. Tord glared at it uncertainly but followed him up.

The treehouse was cozy. It was a platform of wood with a hole as a window. There were a few fluffy blankets and pillows splayed across the floor with dry leaves scattered all over them. A shelf jutted out from the back wall where there were a few lion action figures from a show Tom probably watched as a kid.

"It's nice," Tord commented as he flopped down on the floor.

"I built this in middle school," Tom announced proudly as he sat in front of Tord. "By myself. Well, Edd brought the pillows."

They sat in awkward silence for a moment.

"I'm sorry." Tord eventually whispered, looking down at his lap as tears blurred his vision.

"I'm sorry too," Tom grabbed Tord's hands and put them on his chest where his heart was. "I didn't mean a word I said. I... I was blinded by my anger. Tord, I..." He paused. "I love you."

"I love you more," Tord tugged Tom forward by his shoulders and buried his face into Tom's soft hazelnut hair. "I didn't mean anything either." He pulled away and pulled up Tom's sleeve, eyeing the bandages.

"Wait, d-don't..."

Tord unwrapped the red-stained covering and gasped. Tom looked away shamefully, hot tears running down his cheeks and a sob racking his frail body.

"Tom... how could you do this to yourself? Over me?" Tord looked at the red cuts and then up at him.

"I felt so bad for saying that to you," Tom choked out. "I couldn't... I didn't... I thought you actually did kill yourself. And I knew it was my fault."

"No!" Tord protested. "It wasn't your fault!"

He ignored that comment. "But tell me, did you..." Tom hesitated. "Did you.. try?"

"..." Tord looked away, fighting back tears. He didn't answer.

"Tord?"

No answer.

"T-Tord, you..."

No answer. Tord burst into tears and pressed his face into Tom's chest, crying heavily. Tom pulled the smaller male closer by the waist in an attempt to comfort him.

"Please, don't do that again," Tom whimpered. "I was terrified."

"Can we just.. Forget about all this?" Tord asked.

The other teen nodded in agreement.

*WAKE ME UP, WAKE ME UP INSIDE!*

"O-Oh, that's my phone," Tord laughed nervously and answered. "Hello?"

"TORD!" Paul gasped with relief. "Where are you!? Pat and I are worried sick!"

"Uh..." he glanced up at Tom. "In- In the woods, why?"

"In the woods!?"

"There's a treehouse here."

"Are you alone?"

"No, i'm with someone."

"Who?"

"It's, uh... Tom."

"......"

"Hello?"

"I thought he-?"

"He did. But, we sorted things out."

"If he hurts you again just tell me. I promise to-"

"He's right here!"

"Right. Sorry. Be home soon."

"Bye."

Tord hung up and tucked his phone in his back pocket. He wrapped his arms around Tom again and nuzzled his neck.

"I missed you." Tom murmured.

"I said let's not talk about that," Tord frowned.

"I know, but I did miss you," his voice cracked with sadness.

"Yeah, I missed you too."

A couple minutes passed of them cuddling.

"We should go." Tord said, reluctantly pulling away. "It's late."

"Agreed," Tom rubbed his eyes, sighing. "Wait-" He grabbed Tord's wrist before the norski could get up. "This.. Makes us official, right? We're boyfriends?"

A smile grew on Tord's face. "Yeah."