TomTord Oneshots

Outsiders AU part 3

(Requested by @septicbroeyeiplier12.

Actually, I loved writing this AU, so I'm happy I get another chance to write about it.)

Tom waved a bit behind him as Edd and Matt passed him, walking home together. It was the end of school for the week, and Tom thanked the world for that. He hated school. He said he was walking home alone, which was completely false. He was just going to walk home with his boyfriend, Tord. Ever since their first date at the drive in, the two started hanging out more. In secret, of course. If anyone found out that a greaser and a soc were dating, there would defiantly be some tension. Only two people knew they were dating, which were just Tord's gang members, who he treated like brothers.
   Speaking of Tord and his small Greaser group, Tom was approaching them. They were leaning against the bleachers just outside of their high school, talking about something Tom couldn't hear. Tord and Paul kept passing a lighter around and lighting up cigarettes, while Pat just stayed away from the smoke.
To be honest, Tom was turning more into a greaser in terms of life style. He always hung around these three, he once greased his hair back, and he stuck to a motorcycle jacket Tord had given him. Actually, his boyfriend always offered him to join their group, which Tom kept turning down. But, everytime it was brought up, he thought about it a little bit more.

Tord seemed to instantly notice him as he walked up, throwing his cigarette, or, as he called it, a 'cancer stick', on the ground and pushed on it with his foot. Once the Brit approached him, he slug his arm around his shoulders with a grin.
"Hey, Tommy. There ya are." He said with a good natured chuckle. Tom smiled a bit.
"Hey, Tordsie. Sorry, Edd and Matt caught me up for something." Tord nodded a bit at him and grabbed his backpack off of the ground. He led the small group away, gripping Tom's hand in his.
"Finally, off of school campus." Paul said with a sigh as they exited the area. "I swear, I'm gonna burn that place down when we're finished." Tord and Tom burst into laughter at that.
"Seriously, don't. I don't need you arrested again." Pat said with a huff. Paul just chuckled and rested his arm on his backpack.
"I'm kidding."
A moment of peaceful silence crossed the group before the leader spoke up.
"So, what are we doing this weekend?" Tord asked, looking back at his two friends. They shrugged a bit.
"Dunno. We've just about broken every law this town has. Maybe I can steal my dad's truck and we can go driving." Paul said. Tord nodded.
"Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I want to take Thomas here tailgating." Tom chuckled a bit and looked at his boyfriend. He opened his mouth to say something but was completely cut off.
   "Tom?"

   The Brit instantly snapped his gaze around to across the street. Shit. Edd and Matt were watching him, looking confused. Tom gulped loudly as they walked over to him. Tord watched them and Tom could hear Paul growl under his breath. Pat just glared daggers at the two Socs.
   "What are you doing with these guys?" Edd asked once they were by them. "I thought you and Tord had a horrible date and ended up beating eachother up."
   "Actually, you're wrong." Tord growled. "We're the opposite of hating eachother." Tom looked down. Matt glared at Tord, then to Tom.
   "Mind explaining?"
   "Uh.... I lied... me and Tord are dating... I didn't want to say it because I knew I would get kicked out of the group and hated... just for dating a Greaser." Tom mumbled. He wasn't just scared of his friends right there, he was kind of scared for them. They're messing with a Greaser gang who were masters at fighting.

After a few seconds, Edd just sighed a bit and looked at Tom.
"Alright, fine. You could have told us earlier, ya know? We aren't heartless." He said. "Just keep them away from us and we'll be fine."
"Gladly. We don't want to be around you preppy jerks." Pat spat from the back. Tord shot a glare at him that shut him up instantly.
"What my friend meant was.." Tord looked back at Edd and Matt. ".... that you have yourself a deal. I would do anything for Tom." He said strongly. The two Socs nodded a bit before slowly walking back to the other side of the road. Tom sighed in relief as Tord started walking again with him.

"Thanks..." Tom mumbled.
"Anything." Tord replied with a soft smile as he wrapped his arm around the smaller male's shoulders again.

(Oh, yeah, almost forgot to say.

I made Tord call cigarettes 'cancer sticks' because of the last part. A friend of mine said he acts like Dally. So I made him call cigs what he calls them. Cancer sticks.)