Restart - [TomTord]

Chapter 1 - Its resetting...

The sun beat down onto the blue hooded male as the pavement underneath him radiated the horrid heat, his sneakers felt shifting tiny pebbles away from his shoes as a hand wiped sore black sockets. Tom knew these cracks well. Mismatched and zigzagged cracks lined the pathway to the familiar plot of land... Yet, as he looked up, He knew it wasn't the same house.... New, refurbished red paint glistened in the sunlight as wood and clean stone took over a new building all together.

It wasn't that old house that it use to be all those days ago. It wasn't the house Edd and Matt would annoy him in. No... It wasn't anything like the old house he missed. It was Tord's house, and he didn't know whether to hate it, or just ignore it. Either way he was now facing that said house with the normal expression a depressed adult would have, sighing as he stared at the dirt that had sprouting weeds and grass.

A door soon creaked open as Tom raised his head.... He knew that accent anywhere.

"Hello, old friend?" A voice said with a questioned tone, a Norwegian accent thick enough to be like butter as brown eyes met with black sockets.

"Hi Tord." A simple response that Tom gave in return as he took a few steps forward, his spiked hair swaying side to side as Tord looked at him with a worried look, glancing to his starved form and speaking solemly "Uhm- Eh- I'm glad you came."

Tap, tap. The spiked haired male walked up and soon stepped onto the small cement stone, entering the open doorway Tord left wide open as he gave room for his enemy, watching him lower his hood once he entered the air conditioned house. "Would you uh.. like something to drink?" The one with the red hood asked, closing the door.

"I have some beer-" "Why did you call me?" Tord had paused when he was interrupted, the click of the door's lock activating as he looked to the eyeless man with confusion, the same eyeless man staring at Tord with a almost aggressive nature. "I don't understand?-"

"Tord, we've been enemies for a long time, I hate to ask questions that remind me of what happened but- Why?" Tom glared as he huffed, still staring at him. The sweat from the earlier walk dripping from his tanned skin.

The red hooded man stood there as he seemed speechless... His hand reached to the back of his head and scratched it, his Hazel eyes glancing to the floor. "Well erh- I suppose I just... Wanted to see you."

A scoff sounded. "See me? Your worst enemy?" Tom seemed to chuckle fakely as he shook his head, turning away from Tord and walking to the refurbished living room. "That's hilarious. Even for you Tord."

"I-Im serious!" Tord stuttered as he followed Tom to the living room, watching the blue hooded man sit on the technical couch created by yours truly. "I'm concerned over you Tom! I- I've changed for the better and even when they forgave me I still wanted to become friends with you again!" Tord said with a huff, shaking his head as he panted and showed distress and urgency to Tom. "I- You look like you haven't eaten in forever! Even beer seems better then for you to starve."

A silence followed between them as Tom merely glanced to the floor.. unable to say anything. "Tom-" Tord continued before stopping, shaking his head as he suddenly reached out and hugged the individual in front of him, a grunt following as Tom's arm spread away from the red hooded man... Sockets wide.

"Let me take care of you."

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And here we are! Cliffhanger! Lol. This is honestly one of my First times making fanfictions and stuff. So, sorry if it seems messy and complex. I'm trying to get use to this ^^'

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed! Stay tuned.