Just Jump ➵ TomTord

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Several knocks could be heard on my door. I stopped my from the floor and opened it. "Yes?"

Edd, Matt, and... SIGH stood in front of my door with friendly faces. "Hey, Tom! Do you want to—"

"Nah."

As the door flung shut, it was also held opened. "N-no! Please, hear me out!"

"Yeah Tom, stop being so rude!" Tord mocked.

I glared at Tord before looking back at Edd. "So! I was thinking if all of us could go to this place where Matt and I first dat— I mean when we first went out." Edd gave me a nervous smile.

"Okay?" I questioned. "So, you wanna come?" Edd's eyes lit up like fireworks in the night sky.

"Nah."

I began to shut the door as I heard them chat. "Edd, let's just go. You don't want to wait for this douche, do you?"

Tord snarled. I didn't hear any more steps, just... silence.

"Alright. You guys go up ahead and wait. I want to bring Tom, I seriously do. Just wait, okay?"

He wants to bring me?

I opened my door against, looking Edd in the eye. I sighed deeply and declined. "Edd, I'm not going..."

"Please!" He whined, tugging on my sleeves. "Edd, I said no."

"Okay! Let's make a deal! If you come, I'll won't bother you for... 5 days!"

"And if I don't?"

Edd gave a smug look. "You can have devil horns as a roommate."

Took me about a while to make a choice. I slightly nodded my head. "Fine, I'll go—"

"YESS!" Edd pulled me into a hug and took my hand. "C'mon, they're waiting for us!"

Edd sprinted outside, racing to the car Tord and Matt were sitting inside of. Unexpected, the car thrust forward. Edd screeched and flustered, extending his hand to attack the driver.

The door opened up, revealing a laughing moron. His maroon hoodie strings practically flying to Mexico.

Tord stood up, moving to the backseat of the car. I followed in after him, resting down to the right as he leaned toward the left.

Edd hopped in, sitting next to Matt. Matt, who seemed pretty excited along with Edd. They had these huge smiles on their faces and were giggling and chuckling. I have childish friends, now, do I?

The engine started and off we were. Matt rolled down the window slightly, letting the cold air blast us like snowball fights. Right, I forgot to mention. We're reaching Winter. Autumn is packing their bags and getting ready to leave.

As we reached our destination, we all climbed out, examining the place. It was a Mall, a massive one. Kind of like the size of a giant robot...

As we headed towards the entrance, I already see Matt and Edd jumping up and down, as if on a trampoline, but Tord. He didn't look so bright, which was noble of me. The moment we stepped in, it was as if a group of famous people just walked right in.

There were slight Christmas decorations, which Edd and Matt enjoyed. Me? Not so much. Remember? Jehovah Witnesses don't celebrate Christmas.

Edd and Matt were basically like a couple. Snatching each other's hands and hugging them tightly.

The four of us walked up to a small cafe. Edd rushes to be first along with Matt, playfully shoving each other out of the way. I rushed to be second, or third, as Tord rushed along with me.

"Move it, pikk." Tord insulted, cutting in front of me. I pushed Tord out of the way, wanting to be next to Edd and Matt, but Tord blocked me.

Of course, Edd turned around, "Guys—Guys! Stop fighting, you're acting like children."

Edd tugged Tord backwards, making him stumble into a taller guy behind him.

Tord stood up straight and turned around. "S-sorry!" He apologized. The guy he had bumped into looked familiar. To Tord, at least.

"Jeg savnet deg!" The other guy said, pulling Tord into a hug. "What are you doing here?" Tord asked the taller man. He had hair that flew down either side of his hair and a red sweater, with a sewed on heart that said 'PAUL' in the center. How sweet, I thought. Two brothers, I suppose.

"I'm getting a gift for Paul. He just had a massive meltdown." Tord snickered. What the heck? His brother was crying and their just going to tease him? Jeez, what's wrong with Norwegians?

As I was mentally punching Tord in the face, a shorter boy scurried over to the taller male, clinging onto his arm, with a bottle in his hand...?

His sweater was the same as the other taller man's, but instead, had 'PATRYK'

...Is that how his name is spelt?

Patryk leaned over to Paul and.. kisSED HIM?!

WHAT THE FUCK, I THOUGHT THEY WERE BROTHERS

"Honey Boo-Boo over here is drunk and crying for McDonalds toy." Patryk snickered as Paul whined again. "I wantttt a damnnn happy mmmeeaallll..."

Tord rubbed his nose with the back of his sleeve. "Anyways, that didn't make answer my question." Tord stated.

As the line moved up, I crept around Tord and in front of him, ordering what I'll have.

"Do you have macarons?" I asked, as another one of them bent down and pulled out a bag of macarons.

"Thanks," I muttered, throwing cash onto the counter. I walked over to where I assumed Edd and Matt would be.

Edd and Matt were eating what they had ordered, which smelt like freshly baked cookies.

I stood beside them, pulling one macaron from the bag and into my mouth.

The thought of having something sweet after the horrible things you've done just makes my stomach churn.

It felt like something was crawling up my throat, ready to spill out and rest against the floor, as I fall backwards, bleeding to death.

A soft, warm grip was tightened on my shoulder as I slapped the hand off, instantly knowing it was Tord.

Tord scoffed, sipping a straw. He glanced at me, alerting me that he's not in a good mood. I returned the glare, deeply staring into his eyes.

Last thing I felt was the bag of macarons being pried out of my hands and scattered across the floor. 

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