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Nightmare

Little Tom was happily playing with Little Tord, his best friend and boyfriend, at his house. He's a boy and his friend, after all.

"Hey Tom...?" Tord turns to Tom, nervous a bit.

"Yeah Tord?" Tom looks over at Tord with a softest smile.

"My parents said we couldn't be friends anymore..." Tord has a sad look on his face.

Tom gasps and hugs him."Wh-... Why?"

"They said... They said you were rubbing off on me..." Tord has a confused face as he says this.

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know... But apparently it's bad..." He gently shoves Tom away. "We can't hug, talk, or anything..."

"..." Tom sniffles."B-But... I thought we were friends!"

"We can't be friends, Tom." Tord tries to keep a serious face.

"..." Black tears brim Tom's eyes."F-... Fine..." Amd with that, he leaves, never to see the Norwegian for 15 years.

Tom wakes in a cold sweat and sighs, thinking about today.

...

"I FUCKING HATE YOU. YOU AND EVERYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH YOU."

"I HATE YOU TOO, YOU COMMUNIST FUCKFACE."

"GOOD. WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY, THOMAS."

"FINE, DON'T CALL ME THOMAS, ASSHOLE."

A door slams. Tom locks it and slides down the door. Familiar black tears brim his eyes and he grabs Susan, his only comfort these days. Holding it close, he thinks about the days before he walked back into his life.

He sighs and hiccups, realizing he's crying.

"F-Fuck..." He mutters to himself. Trying to wipe his tears away, he stains his hoodie with black. He groans, not wanting to change out to cover his emotions.

There's a knock on the door." Tom..."

"What do you want, Edd?"

"Are you alright?"

"... I'm fi-*Hiccup*... F-Fine..."

"No you aren't... Open up... Please..."

"I'm FINE." He barks at Edd. "CAN'T I BE ALONE FOR ONE MINUTE BEFORE PEOPLE THINK SOMETHING IS WRONG."

"..." It's silent. Tom then hears footsteps, signaling Edd left.

Tom sighs and curls in to a ball, falling asleep.

There's a knock on Tom's door, taking him out of his mind."Go away..." He murmurs.

"Tom..." A familiar husky voice whispers by the door.

"... Tord." Tom huffs. "Leave." (Ha, Tomtord.)

"No. Open this door, now Thomas." Tord says, seriously.

"Don't call me Thomas, Commie."

"Thomas Ridgeywellfair." He says without a drop of care.

Tom opens his door."DO NOT CALL ME THOMAS."

"Why? Because it brings back terrible memories?"

"... No..."

"Yes?"

"..." Tom slams his door.

"Tell me. I know it has to do with me."

"... It has nothing to do with you. Leave me the fuck alone, Tord."

"I WILL FIND OUT, TOMMY." With that, he walks off.

Tom sighs and goes back to bed.