|Eddsworld Stories|

Snowy Predicament

Snow flitted down from the dark but cottony cluster of clouds above in the light feather grey sky like tiny precious lightweight crystals. The flecks twinkled down until they joined others in the damp earth below. Many piled up into sparkling heaps but others melted at the touch of a warmer surface.
Many citizens of the small town were inside enjoying the warmth with their family and a warm cup of hot chocolate. Though, not everyone.
A young teenager silently sat outside in the winter weather on a red park bench. He was clothed in a dark navy blue button-up coat, dark jeans, black and white checkered snow boots with fuzz on the inside as an insulator, and a pair of navy earmuffs covering his red tinted ears. The young male didn't feel the cold through the clothes or his own excitement. He loved every aspect of the snowy scenery despite his lack in celebration of it's holiday, Christmas.
    He had grown up in a family of Jehovah's Witnesses which caused him to believe in different beliefs than others. Though, that didn't stop him from enjoying the weather of it all.  The male's black void eyes were as round as a bowling ball's as he gazed at the white snowflakes and piles of snow. A single flake flew away from others and landed lightly upon his rosy tipped nose. At the soft touch, a wide grin grew across his face. His eyes would be sparkling with amazement like a child if he had any.

    This trance of amazement was snapped when the crunch of footsteps on snow started heading his way and his grin faded to an annoyed frown. His usual expression. The footsteps stopped as a familiar figure stood over the teen sitting. The other standing was dressed in a long black coat that touched down to their ankles, light cloud grey snow boots, and a dark red beanie.
    "Tom. Edd wants us back inside before the blizzard blows in." The male standing spoke, his voice thickened by his Norwegian accent.
    Tom glared up at him. Tord. Tord, for Tom, would be considered his worst enemy. He hated the fact that the Norwegian insisted on bringing a gun of any sort with him everywhere he went and would pull it out at any moment. He hated that he read Hentai in what Tom despised anything about it. He hated his smirk after every smartass remark he made. Tom basically hated everything about him and wouldn't care at all if he had to leave.
    "Tell Edd that I'm not going inside unless he comes out here himself." Tom huffed, a wisp of white comming from his breath at every word because of the warmness of it.
    Edd was taller than Tord and him but was much more gentler and caring. He usually wore a green hoodie and khakis unless it was cold weather such as this. Edd didn't ever like anyone fighting and so he was made the peacemaker of the group.
    Matt was another of the friends than were in this group. He was the tallest of the four and had ginger hair and freckles that specked his face and all the way down to his arms. Matt was usually chipper and excited for anything despite his lack in knowing what's going on and lacked intelligence. He was seen to be wearing a lilac purple hoodie and a green overcoat and didn't like to be out in any weather other than mild and sunny.

    Tord scowled down at Tom with his grey-blue eyes. "Edd doesn't want to come outside because Matt is sick and you know how he is if any of us gets sick or hurt."
Edd was also like a mother of the house. He cared if anyone got hurt, sick, anything. Even if it was the smallest of scratches or just a single cough, Edd would be right on it to make them feel better in a hurry. Tom got a little annoyed by it sometimes, but let him do his thing if that ever happened to Tom himself.
"Fine, whatever." Tom huffed and got up, brushing the snow off that started settling on his lap. "But don't think it's because you told me." He glared at the beginning of Tord's trademark smirk. He knew that Tord would be doing so because he had gotten Tom to do as he instructed.
    The Norwegian chuckled. "Sure, Jehovah's Witness."

     The trek through the snow was silent as Tom went ahead of Tord towards the house. He didn't want to stay near him or see him at all. Though, Tord was still trying to catch up with the eyeless teen.
    "Wait up, Tom!" Tom could hear Tord's footsteps hurry up behind him and he sped up to avoid Tord.
    "No!" Tom called back and continued to quicken his pace but Tord wasn't far behind. Soon enough, Tom was racing at top speed towards his destination, causing slushy snow to spray back behind him. He still heard Tord hard behind him. Tom had to get rid of Tord somehow. As he ran and the more snow the he flew passed, an idea formed in his mind. The teen took a sharp turn and gathered up a ball of soft snow as quick as he could in his glove-less hands before Tord had time to get to him.
The eyeless boy watched and waited patiently until the right moment. Now. A flash of black went by and Tom threw the ball of snow. It hit directly in the middle of the communists face, sending him tumbling back in surprise at the sudden impact of coldness in his face. Tom cackled.
"Stupid! You didn't even see it comming!" He teased. Tord, who was sitting back on the white snow, growled and removed the snow bits from his face with his red tipped fingers.
"We're supposed to be getting back to the house." Tord huffed and hauled himself up to his feet again. Tom threw another snowball and it sailed past Tord, nearly hitting his arm. "Tom! Stop that!"
Tom smirked. "Mmm.. Nah. Edd can wait." He picked up another clump of snow and started to smooth it into a ball like the others. He loved getting Tord frustrated. Tord, on the other hand, disliked it. He would rather be the one making fun.
Tom threw the third ball, but, to his surprise, Tord swiftly caught it and threw it right back at Tom. The ball hit directly on Tom's forehead, causing his face to instantly redden and clumps of snow catch in his chestnut hair that stood up.
"Tord! You ass!!" Tom shook himself, the snow flying off his ice cold face.
Tord gave the eyeless teen a fake outraged look, stepping back and gasping dramatically. "Me? An ass? You must be mistaken!" The Norwegian grabbed a clump of snow from the ground and started to smooth it out. "You're the ass!" He threw the ball straight for Tom who was still furious.
That angry energy gave Tom the swiftness to dodge the attack and grab and make another snowball just to throw it back.
The two teens continued to shoot rude insults and icy snowballs at each other as night grew and the temperature dropped. The two hadn't noticed until Tord mentioned that he couldn't feel his hands or face at all.
"I should've brought gloves.." Tord complained, his hands red and shaking.
"Oh, stop whining, C-Commie.." Tom shivered, the cold causing his teeth to loudly chatter. The boys finally figured out, and agreed for once, that they should really be getting home.
The two slowly and silently trudged home in the dark with only the shining moon being a light source. The snow glittered in the dim light but Tom wasn't interested in the wonderland look. All he cared about was being home and warm again. On the other hand, all Tord was thinking about was how furious Edd would be at how late they were getting back.
Finally, they made it to their small house and Tord shakily knocked. There was no response so Tom stepped up and knocked harder.
"They must be asleep.." Tord groaned, his shoulders sagging but his body shaking from the below temperature weather. Tom sniffed.
"Dammit. And the door's locked." He stated lowly once he tried to turn the ice cold doorknob. Great. They had fought until the point of midnight where they could actually get hypothermia. Great going.
"Well.." Tord breathed out. He started clearing off snow on a spot on the porch area with his feet and sat down, wrapping himself with the long coat he was wearing. "We're screwed.."
Tom did the same, but a bit farther away from the enemy teen. "Sure are. Because of you."
"Me?!" Tord shot a glare at Tom. "How was it because of me?! You started it!"
"You could've left me there on the bench."
"Edd would question why I didn't bring you bad and you know how upset he would be!"
"Yeah. With you. Nothing to do with me."
"I would tell him you would not come so it wouldn't be my fault."
Tom rolled his nonexistent eyes. "Edd has learned how to put up with my attitude by now."
Tord opened his mouth to argue more but was interrupted by a sneeze which changed his mind. He sighed and tightly hugged his cold knees from under the black coat, trying to get as warm as possible while his own body heat was still there.
Tom watched the other for a moment then turned away and sat silent with his hands in his pockets. He knew truly that it was actually his own fault. If he hadn't had started the snowball fight, they wouldn't even be here freezing.
About an hour passed and Tord was leaning against the house, still shivering badly. Tom was trying to hold it in, but every now and then he would accidentally let out a groan or whimper. He could no longer feel his hands, ears, toes, or nose anymore. His red face was also numb. Though, regret blocked out most of the pain. Tom didn't really notice how bad it actually was until he glanced back at Tord again.
Tord had his eyes shut tightly as he shivered on. He had hidden his arms in his coat which covered his legs and feet also, but it didn't seem to keep the cold away at all. The Norwegian's nose was running and he looked terribly ill. Something softened in Tom's heart at this.
It was stupid. Stupid to be fighting all the time. All that caused was destruction to others or even just themselves. It was all just dumb. Tom found himself thinking this as he absently got up from where he was sitting, walk over to the shaking Tord, and sit by him. Tord instantly sat up from his presence but didn't protest. He was too weak and he felt Tom's slight body heat.
Tom didn't speak a word as he scooted close enough for their bodies to be touching. It was a calming feel to have another give off heat for the other.
Soon enough, Tord sat straight and leaned against Tom. The both enjoying the presence and heat from each other. They forgot about the earlier fight and stayed silent, leaning against each other and watching their snowy surroundings.