I Love You, Too~ (TomTord One-Shots)

Theatre

To make things less confusing for this chapter, take a backstory:
Edd forced Tom into a school play about gay love and the person he has to kiss in front of everyone is... Tord.

"I can't do this.. I CAN'T DO THIS!"

Tom paced back and forth backstage, hearing the quiet murmur of voices behind the closed curtains.

"Calm down," Edd rolled his eyes. "You're the one who wanted to-"

"NO! You forced me into this!" Tom screeched at the cola-loving boy.

"Geez, okay."

"I-I'm gonna throw up.."

"Take it easy, you'll be fine!" Edd set a hand on Tom's shoulder. "All you have to do is kiss him."

"B-But it's Tord! Tord, I tell you!" Tom flailed his arms around. "He's the most popular kid in the fucking school. And I have a goddamn crush on him! EVERYONE HAS A GODDAMN CRUSH ON HIM!" He breathed heavily. "And the teacher didn't let us kiss for practice!"

"I know you can do this," Edd encouraged, smiling brightly. "You'll do great. He's on stage now, it's almost your turn!"

"No.." Tom whimpered.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Edd, n-"

"Your turn!" Edd shoved him onstage.

Tom winced at the blinding lights. He walked not-so-confidently forward and looked at Tord. All eyes were on them.

"Ah, Thomas!" Tord exclaimed, voice laced with his accent.

The teacher had insisted to use real names, for some reason.

"Tord," Tom said, trying his best not to stammer.

They said their lines and soon the room darkened and the spotlight was only on them.

Shit! Tom screamed in his mind as Tord leaned in. In less than a moment their lips were smashed together. Everything-- besides them --seemed to fade away. Tom felt as if he were floating. Not too much later Tord pulled away and the audience clapped and whistled.

--Time Skip--

Tom closed his locker in the changing room, eyes wide and face burning. He couldn't get over that kiss. He knew it meant nothing to Tord, but to him... it was everything.

The door creaked open and Tom whirled around in surprise.

Tord stood at the doorframe, back in his regular clothes. He had a nervous smile on his face. "Uh.. Tom."

He remembered my fucking name. "Y-Yeah?" Tom spluttered out.

"Th-Thanks.."

"For?"

Tord walked forward. His face was dusted pink. Tom looked up at him in confusion.

"F-For... this." The Norwegian leaned down and kissed Tom.

hOLY FUCK! Tom thought as he kissed back, sweating nervously and his heart hammering in his chest. Tord slowly pulled away.

"I-I'm sorry-" he began.

"No! N-No, it's fine!" Tom promised.

They stood in awkward silence.

"So, anyway," Tord's lip curled into a half-smile, "I have to go. Uh..." He grabbed a piece of paper, scribbled something on it, and handed it to Tom. "Call me sometime, kay?"

Tom took the paper and looked at it. A number in messy handwriting was written on it. He was at a loss for words. But when he found something to say, he looked up, and Tord was gone.