Three days (TomTord)

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Tord walked into the kitchen, stacking his cigars on one another. I watched from the couch, with my phone filming him throughout the event. He steadily placed the last one in the deck onto the other fifteen, with his tongue out for focus. His hair was slightly growing back, and for ego he had it pulled back. Me, I haven't changed in the last few months. My hair's not as tall, I'm skinnier, and I got a tatto of I'd rather not say.

Unfocused, I heard my boyfriend shriek in pain. I looked away from the screen and to him, to see him tearing up on the table next to fallen cigars. I started laughing a shit ton, and he glared.

"tommmm..... I'm scarred."

I zoomed in the camera, and to hide his red face, he covered his head with arms. His back hunched with every cry.

"I'm so sorry capital lung fucker fell."

He looked up and threw three cigars at my phone. I turned the recording off and stood.

"I'm gonna go now, meet me at eight?"

He looked at the clock, six forty, and looked back.

"Why? We live together."
"Just meet me in your empty apartment."

I walked out without regarding his confusion. In my sweats, I stepped into his room just a few numbers behind mine. It was about the size of my bedroom, without all the self built walls and counters. I searched in my pocket a took out a single silver ring, smiling. In the closet, it held a blue suit, with purple spotting. I checked, and Tord was wearing mostly red.

To summarize, it's been five months. Tord and I've lived together, without much struggle. Edd and Matt broke up because they agreed they aren't compatible. Somehow, the man I've one hated is now going to be my fiancé in around an hour. Looking at the door, i pictured his surprised face turning pale when he figured out what was happening.

My phone rang, so I opened it.
'Unknown number'

Curious, I answered, despite my 'my boyfriends wanted in several states and some countries' instinct. What answered shocked me.

"Tom?"

The voice was accented, and somewhat familiar.

"Who is this?"
"... it's one of his old workers."

I almost immediately hung up.

"Don't you dare hang up. Listen, Tord may have accidentally involved you in an experiment. He was meant to carry a gene with him when he was retrieving his weapon, and chances are one of you accidentally carried it. Let me ask, have you experienced any paranormal uh, things?"

He finished. I almost scoffed, and remembered.

The alleyway that night. That wasn't me. If you remember, lightning struck right when I entered, almost unnaturally. It wasn't the first time I nearly felt possessed.

"... why are you telling me this?"
"Come to Florida. Alone. I know recently you've taken a liking to Tord but, isn't it strange how much he changed."

I stayed quiet, and hung up finally. I didn't want to believe anything, especially since last time I didn't believe him I almost lost him.

Still, I couldn't stop from thinking of all the mysteries of my own life.

I got dressed.
Tucked away the ring.
And shut my mouth about the questions when Tord walked in at eight. He seemed surprised to see me all dressed up.

"Tom, what is this?"

"Congratulations, we're going to Florida. With Edd and Matt."

"why'd you dress up then??"

Coming soon: untitled sequel to your problematic favorite.