Shouldn't Have [TomTord]

Chapter Nine

I rewrote this chapter a bunch of times, uploading it and taking it down a bunch of times. I'm so sorry!

.:.

The thrum of Tom's stomps down the hallway practically shook the ground, causing things to rumble all around him. He didn't care. It wasn't his fault that the house was cheap enough to nearly break from a couple harsh steps in the wrong place.

He made his way to his bedroom, ready to shut himself out of the world once again.

He didn't see anyone downstairs, so that resulted in Tom having no one to get in his way. No Tord to tempt him with teasing and hurt him. No Edd to sit there with a smile that can quickly turns into a look of sympathy. No Matt to convince him lies that he knows is wrong.

Why does Matt even think that Tom could ever love a horrible person like Tord, anyway?

The two were completely different, two opposites that could never attract. North and South, but the North is a Norwegian communist who's the biggest jerk and the South is an unlovable alcoholic.

Yeah, sure, Matt. Tom and Tord are a match made in heaven, destined to look lovingly in each other's eyes and whisper the sweetest compliments until they grow so sweet toothed for each other's love that they get married and adopt a thousand children.

Not.

If there was one thing Tom was sure about, it's that he could never fall into the life of being in love and having love be given to him everyday. He said to Matt that Tord was a menace (and that's true) but truth to be told, Tom knew very well that he, himself, is a menace as well.

A freak of nature, someone to not be held hands with.

No one loves an alcoholic. Especially someone abusive as him.

And that's another point to make. Even if, in some fucked up world, Tom did love Tord, there is no way that he could love him back. Tord said it himself once that Tom was unlovable, going on to insult him about his alcohol abuse and his unattractive, grumpy attitude. Tord could never love Tom and that's it.

And as Tom thought this, a pang of hurt thrummed against his chest and sent pain to his throat. For a moment, Tom almost just let the pain overtake him, let it kill him off in the middle of the hallway. But, Tom wanted to breathe and his throat felt so dry, so he made his way slowly to the kitchen to fetch a drink.

Alcohol.

Matt said that any kind of liquid could be good enough to stop the flowers in his throat, so why not just kill two birds with one stone? In this case, the two birds are Tom's itch to get drunk and the problem rising in his throat. The stone is the Smirnoff that he grabbed from the top cabinet, flicking his head back to take a good swig before heading to his room.

"Tom?"

Tom nearly dropped his bottle of Smirnoff, the voice behind him startling him.

He whipped around to see the face of someone who he once thought he could trust. Edd.

"Oh." That's all he could say when he looked into the big, round eyes of brown. Edd looked at him curiously, puzzled as to what Tom was doing.

"Are you getting drunk in the morning?" Edd pointed at the bottle of Smirnoff in Tom's hand, squinting a little as if his eyes might be playing a trick on him.

"...Why do you care?" Tom couldn't find the right words to say, opting to just repeat the same words he said to Matt before storming off. He nearly slapped himself; he sounded so much like a jerk. He's going to get kicked out of the house.