TomTord oneshots

Hope.

"You were red. And you liked me because I was blue. And you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky. Then you decided purple just wasn't for you~"

Color.
Sometimes I wish it would just go away.
Then everything would reflect how I feel inside, grey, dark, ugly.
Betrayed.
Betrayed is a word I could use but that's not how I feel.
It wasn't his fault.
It was mine for loving him.

"I'm just-- not ready for a relationship right now, Tom."
Those words make up ninety-nine percent of what has been running through my mind for the past two weeks.
The other one percent was, 'Thomas it's been two weeks. Let it go'.

I've spent my time staring out the window, out at the few people who pass by my house, the few cars that drive along my street.
None of them looked like the man I've loved for the past month.
I still love him, and I decide to confess my love and--

I haven't seen Tord in two weeks.
Every ounce of my being awaits his return.
I should just give it up. It's stupid to wait for someone who's never going to come back.

Some of his stuff is still in his room.
Untouched, only collecting dust.
I can't bring myself to even walk down to that part of the hallway.

Edd knows I'm sad.
Edd brings me ice cream.
Edd knows ice cream can never make me happy.
So Edd calls Tord every day.
There's never an answer, he says.

But I sit.
I wait.
And with each passing day I feel less and less hope.

'Forget it Thomas, you're just--'
My thoughts were cut short by the doorbell ringing.
I tumbled down the stairs and to the door.

The second I opened it, the second I saw who was there, was the second where all of my worries were gone, every single emotion I had experienced for the past two weeks had been washed away, all of the clouds darkening my life were gone, and I screamed.

I cried, I screamed, I was overwhelmed with so much happiness words could not even begin to express.

He came back.

And he brought me flowers.

And what he said next nearly made me die of happiness.

"Tom, I'm ready to be your boyfriend."