Playing with Fates (TomTord)

Reassurance

"Tord get your butt out here" Edd Whined getting angry.

"NO!" Tord screamed.

It had been a couple days since he broke Toms heart .... again. Tord just felt down right bad , he didn't want to hurt Tom , in fact he liked Tom. Tom was special , he makes Tord laugh , makes him happy when he's down . But Tord didn't love him. 

"I have all the Guns" Matt yelled a rehearsed line.

Falling for it Tord ran out attempting to save all the pineapples from bears with guns. Before coming to the realisation that Matt did not have any guns or bears Tord was shoved into the back seat of a car. 

"Where are you taking me?" Tord said watching Edd drive.

"A place" Edd said continuing driving.

Soon Edd slowed down and Tord looked out the cars window. It was the bridge that Tom and Tord went on their 'date' . Stepping out of the car , treading lightly Tord made his way on the bridge. Looking over a part of the railing , Tord found Tom tuning up his bass , Susan , down below.  Tom looked up to see Tord looking down at him , Tom smiled and motioned for Tord to come down to the bank. So he did .

Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "No way, it's all good," it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around

Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fuckin' perfect to me

You're so mean when you talk about yourself
You were wrong
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead

So complicated, look how we all made it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same

Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fuckin' perfect to me

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line, and we try try try
But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics, 'cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Estrange ourselves, and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby

Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fuckin' perfect to me

You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fuckin' perfect to me. 

Tom played carefully , but after the song Tom looked in to Tords eyes speaking confidently.

"Tord even if you don't return the feelings I have for you, I want you to know that you are perfect . So fucking perfect and important to me ,  and I want you be happy no matter what"

"Thanks Tom" Tord spoke softly as he embraced him.

Thanks for reassuring me that I'm wanted