Shouldn't Have [TomTord]

Chapter Sixteen

Morning came and Tom is not happy to say that the sun had woken him up. There's no telling how his window curtains had managed to open and release the sun's ray onto his face, but then again he rather not think about it this early on in the day. Actually, there's no telling what time of day it is. Well, actually, there is. But Tom's too lazy to look at the digital clock near his bed for confirmation.

He doesn't remember how he got to bed or if he had gotten drunk last night. He barely can recall any recollection of last night as he moves to stand up from his bed, his feet and back aching for some odd reason.

Making his way out of his room, he then walked down the hallway and into the living room to see Matt watching TV.

"Hey?" Tom's voice sounded more scratched up than a broken record player. He didn't bother to clear his throat.

Matt startled at the sudden noise in the room that wasn't coming from the tv, and turned around in his seat to face the other, "Oh! Hey, Tom!"

"Yeah."

"Wanna watch TV with me?"

"Sure."

And that's about it. Tom went to the kitchen, made himself cereal, and came into the living room to sit next to the ginger. However, when he went to sit down, the other male made a scoff noise.

"What?" Tom asked, his eyebrows pulling together to not only show his confusion but his mild irritation at being scoffed at.

"Breakfast in the afternoon, Tommy?" Matt was clearly trying to jab at him joking, acting as if eating cereal is such a crime to be had. He was pointing his dainty little finger at Tom's food and gave him a look like 'look at me I'm better than you because I eat stupid meat all the time and candy.'

"Isn't the first time," The eyeless man grimaced, "and don't call me Tommy."

"S'okay, Tommy!"

This isn't funny.

But Tom didn't want to humor him anymore, so instead he shut his mouth and paid more attention to the TV than anything he ever had in his life.

It wasn't until an episode and a half later, where all the silence in the house was broken with Edd trotting down the hallway with a small smile, humming a small and dumb tune. Turning in his seat, Tom went to see what's brought Edd in such a good mood. What he saw, instead, was a stressed out expression masked with a smile on his face as he searched through the kitchen for something.

"Edd?"

The cola-lover swirled around from where he stood to see the two roommates sitting there. His gaze met Tom's and he gave a small, genuine smile, "Oh, hi! I didn't know you'd be up until later."

"Well," Tom turned back around in his seat, the sinking feeling of being a disappointment coming back to haunt him, "I'm up."

It wasn't that he thought he was the lord's mistake. Or that he was nothing but trash. Or that everything he does is pointless and that no one would ever spare patience or give him peace and recognition or love him unconditionally. Whatever. The point is, that he felt like he kept letting Edd down with each second that the boy was in the room. He sunk lower into his seat.

"I'm about to drop off Tord at the councilor. You wanna go?" Edd asked, his steps making themselves to Tom's side of the couch. He could hear them getting closer and a feeling of panic resigned in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't good enough to be looked at.

"No." He sunk lower in his seat. Lower.

"You sure?" Edd's voice was right next to him.

Tom turned his head to the side to see the cola-lover leaning down on the arm of the couch, a teasing smile on his face.