((Tom's POV))
I woke up from a small nap on the couch to find Matt in a chair next to me, fiddling with my phone.
"Matt, what are you--" I was cut off when it started buzzing.
Matt laughed.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You still call your Dad 'Daddy'!" He turned the glowing screen around to face me.
My face turned a bright red but I put on a cocky smile to hide it because my father couldn't be calling me, my father was dead.
"Matt, my dad is dead."
"Then who is--"
With one swift move, I had swiped the phone from an unsuspecting Matt, and answered the call, and put it on speaker.
"Hey Tord." I said in to the phone.
"Hello Tom." A thick Norwegian accent came through the phone.
I looked up at Matt with a smug smile, chin resting on my hand, elbow propped up on the arm of the couch.
Matt fell out of his chair.
((This might have been a meme or something?? But um
Yep
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Goodnight))
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FanfictionAh, the ceaseless collection of derivative adventures starring Thomas and Tord. Will be celebrating its third anniversary March 2020. ((NOT MY ART ALL CREDITS TO ARTIST))
