Tord yawned and opened his eyes, looking around. The apartment was silent, everyone being asleep. He looked at his phone, and sighed. Three in the morning. He had his internal alarm clock to thank for that.
He looked over to Edd's bedroom, the light was off, and he could hear light snoring. Tord chuckled and reached for his bag, dragging it over. He opened the diary to the last entry, the one he had put in the day before, and quickly updated it.
The communist stood up, the blanket falling to the floor, and stretched. The tall man walked over to the kitchen, getting a glass of water before going back to sleep. He gulped it down, sighing and running a hand through his sandy hair.
Light flooded the hall, illuminating the apartment. The creak of a door and the gently shutting of it meant someone had entered the household. Tord crouched down, peeking into the living room.
A man stumbled around, with spiked hair and empty eyes. Literally empty. He had no eyes. Tord's own silver orbs widened.
'Tom?', he thought.
The man in question slowly made his way through the living room, claerly drunk. Tord stood up, looking towards the man. He turned to hopefully escape.
A hand grabbed his shoulder, the other clapping on his mouth. Tord screeched, the noise stifled by the hand around his mouth. He pushed his attacker away and whipped around.
"Tom! What are you doing?!", Tord whisper-yelled.
The man grabbed the communist's throat, slamming him against the counter, "I could say the same for you *hic* commie bastard."
Tord scrambled to remove his arm, choking and kicking. The shorter man had quite a bit of strength in him. He finally managed to yell, and Tom growled, dropping him.
The lights flicked on, and in the doorway stood Edd, and he looked pissed.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!", he yelled.
Both of them flinched, unused to the sound of Edd's anger. The short man grabbed both of them by the ears and threw them onto the couch.
He growled, "You better explain what the fuck that was, right now, or I swear to god I'll force feed you Taco Bell."
"Tom came in drunk and attacked me!", Tord said, wincing at the mention of Taco Bell.
The drunk scoffed, "He tried to kill us Edd, why are you helping him?!"
"He's forgotten everything Tom. He hit his head, he doesn't remember us.", Edd said.
Tom shook his head, "He's lying to you, I'll fucking show you."
Tom turned to Tord and took a deep breath, Tord raising a brow in confusion.
"SUNSHINE LOLLIPOPS AND, RAINBOWS EVERYTHING THATS WONDERFUL-", Tom sang loudly.
Tord was extremely confused, "The fuck?"
Tom was gaping, "You actually don't remember?!"
"No? Should I?", Tord said.
He grabbed his book, there was no mention of the song anywhere. Tom and Edd were staring at him weirdly.
The man ran a hand through his hair, sighing, "It's my...'Journal'. Apparently I kept one and wrote down every day. You can look if you want."
He handed the book to them, Edd opening it and Tom looking over his shoulder. Tord nervously twiddled his thumbs as the two flipped through the book. Tom was strangely solemn, even tears being seen a few times.
"So that's what happened when you left...", Edd muttered.
Tom looked over to him sheepishly, "I'm sorry Tord. What a shitty first impression."
"Start over?", Tord asked.
Edd looked up, "You've been doing that alot lately."
"Haha, yeah. Well Tom?", Tord asked again.
Tom sighed, "Sure. I'm Thomas Thompson."
"Tord Larsin.", he said, taking his hand and shaking it.
Tom smiled, a genuine one. Edd gasped.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THOMAS.", he said, hands on either side of his face.
Tom frowned, "Fuck off Edd."
The cartoonist snickered, Tord grinning. Edd yawned, as did Tord.
"Well it's 3 o'clock, I'm going to bed. I can trust you guys to not kill each other right?", Edd said, standing up.
They both nodded, "Goodnight Edd."
"Night you two.", he said, going back into his bedroom.
Tord lay back on the couch, wrapping the blanket around himself. Tom turned on the TV, sitting back against the couch. Tord's eyes started drooping, and soon he was asleep. Tom looked over, his expression saddening as he took his his scarred features.
He once thought them beautiful, but now they were tainted and ugly, and he was to blame. But he still thought he was beautiful. He was honestly glad he didn't remember, he hated hating Tord.
Maybe they could start over. Tom sighed and looked back at the television. He felt two arms wrap around his torso, and he froze. The black-eyed man looked down.
Tord had his arms firmly locked around his torso, and face set in a small frown. He buried his face into Tom's side, his hair poking up against it. Tom hesitantly put his arm around Tord, allowing the Norwegian to pull himself further into Tom's side.
Maybe his unconscious self remembers..., Tom thought.
He pulled Tord onto his chest, laying back on the couch, the happiest he'd been since the two broke up. Tord shifted, breathing softly into his chest, mumbling in his sleep. Tom gently pet his hair, letting out a great yawn. He checked the clock.
4:03 am.
It had barely been an hour. Tom sighed and closed his eyes, letting the lull of sleep wash over him, as all was right with the world, and everything was perfect.
This is going great guys! I welcome any criticism, as long as it's actually helpful and not mean spirited, for I wish to improve on how I wrote, and if there are any typos please let me know! Thanks guys! PEACE- Abby.
