This is why I can't trust you ( TomTord)

4.

      Tord woke up the next morning not feeling too refreshed. He slept on an air mattress and that room was hot as heck. What do you expect?

He stood up and slowly creaked open the door. He looked around to see if Tom was there, and when he wasn't, he stepped out into the main room. He looked over to his left and jumped at the sight of Tom standing there with his arms crossed.
"Mornin, sleeping beauty."
"Hi, Hot Topic."
Tom smirked. "Aww, you think I'm hot."
Tord glared as he closed the door fully behind him. "that wasn't the intent--"
Before Tord could finish his sentence, the main door to the apartment swung open, revealing Edd holding a paper bag full of things. "Good morning guys! I brought some-" Edd slipped on a bottle that was laying in front of the door, falling down and hitting his arm on a bottle. The groceries, however, stayed in their bag as they fell into the floor.
Tom made a concerned hiss noise and Edd slowly sat up, no emotion on his face. He picked off some of the glass and stood up, shaking his head.
"Every time Tom..."
Tom uncrossed his arms. "Sorry.."
Edd put the bag of groceries in the fridge and turned around again. "That's it! It's been decided that we're cleaning your apartment today!"
Tord rolled his eyes
'Why today.. I just got here'
Tord almost fell back as a broom was thrown at him.
"Tord! You sweep. I'll clean the counters and tables, and Tom, you clean your room."
Just then the door swung open once again, almost knocking Edd over for the second time.
Matt jumped in, holding a plastic bag full of cleaning supplies.
"I'll get the mirrors!!"
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A bit later, Tom was sitting on his bed, strumming his bass insisting that his room was good enough.
Tord was staring in awe at the room, it was so clean and new. It looked like Tom had self control! Well, that's what you would think without any context.
Matt was posing in the perfectly clean mirrors, and congratulating Edd in how Matt could see his face in the counters.
Edd was now making French Toast, as requested by Matt.
Matt ran up and held out a plate to Tord.
"Here you go, Todd!"
Tord took the plate. "It's.. Tord."
Matt smiled and walked away, mumbling a small "sure."

Tord looked around before slowly sneaking back to his room, closing the door behind him softly.
He sat the plate down on the floor and flopped down on his air mattress, hiding his face in the covers.

Just then the door opened, again, leaving Tord wishing people would leave him alone.
It was Tom.
Tom walked in and slammed the door, not caring for its state.
"I hope you know I still don't trust you."
Tord turned his head slightly, his eye glowing in the darkness as it stared at Tom.
Tom suddenly felt a feeling of unease but still continued.
"I know you wouldn't just come back after blowing our house up and suddenly be a better person."
Tord sat up a bit, his disturbing gaze  still meeting up with Tom.
Tord smiled innocently "Tom, cmon, I promise I'm better! We've talked about this!"
Tom glared.
"Just give it up. I'm not an idiot. The only people dumb enough to believe you are Edd and Matt."
Tom stepped forward and pushed his finger to Tords chest.
"Stop manipulating people."
Tord laughed a little.
"I'm not! Maybe you're the only one stupid enough not to believe me."
Tords eyes had a look of innocence, but at the same time looked evil.
Tom stuffed his hand in his hoodie pocket and walked towards the door, glancing at Tord one more time before leaving.
The door closed, the light fading one more time.
Tord smiled in the darkness.
He laughed a little.
And a little more.
Laughing at the fact Tom knew.
The fact that Tom didn't trust him.
Oh, he'll make him trust Tord.
He will try.
And it will happen.