TomTord Oneshots

Outsiders AU

(I was bored and made this up since I love this book.

Tord and the Red Army are Greasers.
Tom and his friends are Socs.

This may suck because I haven't finished the book as if yet.)

   Thomas Spaventa was a Soc. He showed no emotion whatsoever, except if he was around his friends. He lived with them in a decent sized aparatment near their high school, which was shared by the Socs and the Greasers. He hated the Greasers. Always stuck up and thought they could do anything. He wanted to beat them over the head with a baseball bat. Especially one, who went by the name of Tord Audet. The two hated eachother and would always fight after school, if not in the streets.

   One day, a Friday, Tom was walking down his highschool's hallways with his friends, Edd Judge and Matt Sade, following behind them. They were heading to Tom's locker, since he was the last one to stop by his locker and drop his things off at the end of class.
"Ey, Tom, you going to the game tonight?"
"No, Matt, why?"
"Me and Edd are goin'. Thought you would want to join us." Matt shrugged his shoulders as Tom stopped at his locker and turned on his code.
"Well, you two have fun without me. I don't wanna be the third wheel." Tom laughed softly and threw his locker open. He saw Matt and Edd nod unsurely out of the corner of his eye. He knew the two had been dating for a few weeks, and he thought it was pretty cute. Matt was one of the better looking Socs, so Edd was lucky. Tom just wished he found a nice guy or girl to settle down with, but with his luck, he found no one.

Once the Brit grabbed his stuff, he heard Edd and Matt growl. He looked over to them confused and closed his locker.
"Y'all ok?"
"Better look around." He heard a familiar Norwegian accent hit his ears and he turned his head to see his arch enemy, Tord. The Greaser leader wore a heavy looking leather jacket used for motorcycle rides. His usually spiked hair was slicken back with hair grease, and he had a smug, crooked toothed grin plastered onto his face. He had a toothpick in between his teeth for some reason and spat it on the ground before Tom started talking.

"What the hell do you want, Greaser?" Tom emphasized on that word, hoping to piss Tord off. The norski just growled softly under his breath.
"I gotta talk to ya. Tell your friends to lay off." Tom looked behind to Matt and Edd, who were glaring at the norski. Tom rolled his eyes softly and waved his hand in the air, telling them it was ok to leave. Matt nodded and lead Edd down the opposite hallway, but Tom knew the two were probably getting their switchblades out behind the corner, ready to strike if Tord decided to attack.

"What is it?" Tom asked, crossing his arms impatiently.
"Look, Thomas." Tord growled softly, but there was a hint of something unknown in his tone. Something Tom had never heard before. "I wanted to ask ya if you're free tonight."
".... yeah. Why?" Tom cocked an eyebrow up.
"Wanna head over to the drive-in? I know how to sneak in for free." Tord smirked and Tom thought for a moment. Risk being caught with a Greaser? And why the hell was he asking this?
"Hm.... sure. Got nothin' better to do." Tom finally shrugged and Tord smirked.
"Alright. And come alone. I ain't bringing any friends, so you shouldn't either. I don't need to be getting jumped."
"Fine. I won't. But that doesn't mean I ain't bring my own blade."
"Alright. Didn't say I wouldn't be empty handed as well." Tord winked. "I'll meet you at 7."
"Fine. Just leave already." Tom rolled his eyes and Tord nodded, waving him goodbye with a peace sign salute. Tom looked over to the corner he saw Edd and Matt run behind and they poked their heads out, walking up to him.

"What in the fresh hell was that all about?" Edd asked and Tom shrugged.
"Dunno. But if I don't make it back alive, you know who to target in the next rumble."

(I may make a part 2, if you want.)