Partners [Eddworld High School AU]

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When Tom opened his eyes, he hadn't even realized that he had fallen into a fitful sleep. He groaned, looking up at the figure hovering above him.

"Hey, bud. Ready to go home?" Matt asked softly, a small smile playing on his lips. Tom sighed, pushing himself up and nodding. He couldn't even remember much of what happened, just that he started freaking out. That explains it.

He has had panic attacks before, but none had been as draining- emotionally and physically- as this one. Matt helped him up, handing him his backpack and an apple.

"Here, you didn't eat lunch, and... I think it would be easier to just eat it here." Matt smiled again, beginning to take him out of the room. The nurse looked over, and smiled sympathetically. So many smiles. He took a bite of the apple, sighing happily as Edd walked over to them.

As his friends talked a bit while they were walking, Tom looked over at a small crowd of kids. Tord glanced over, meeting his eyes with an unreadable gaze. In reality, it was only a second or two. But it felt like an hour before they looked away, and Tom was led home.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Edd asked, looking at the old house. Tom just nodded, walking down the sidewalk to the door and going inside. He watched a bit as his friends walked away, and let out a sigh of relief. The less they were here, the better.

The teen walked silently through his house, the only noises coming from the static on the TV, and his snoring father. As he passed the living room, he recoiled slightly at the smell of alcohol that made him feel sick. He went to his room, shutting and locking the door as he kicked his shoes under the cot he called a bed. He looked around. The walls were a gray, yellowish color, the paint beginning to chip off. There was a small trunk that held his belongings, the few that he had. In the corner was a beat up guitar case, the only thing his dad let him keep from his mom.

He named the blue guitar after her: Susan.

Tom sighed, setting his bag against the door and sitting on his bed. It was silent for a few seconds, before he pulled his phone out of his pocket. The small slip of paper fell onto his sheets, and he looked at it, debating for a moment. He shrugged, opening his contacts and adding the number in. He sent a text to Tord, leaning against his old pillow.

Tom: Hey. This is Tom from school.

Tord: why should i care

Of course. Classic, stupid Tord.

Tom: We need to do the project.

Tord: why

Tom: Cause it's like 30% of our grade.

Tord: fine what do you wanna do for it

Tom: Idk

Tord: then why did you text me

Tom: Cmon man, we need to come up with something.

Tord: do you wanna meet up for it or what

Tom: That would be helpful.

Tord: come over

Tom sighed, standing up and cracking his back. Tord sent him the address, and he grabbed his bag, walking out.

'That was easier than expected...' He thought to himself as he went out the front door. Tord only lived a few blocks away, actually, so it was easy to get there. He knocked on the door, and Tord answered.

"C'mon, dork." He moved to let him in, and started going upstairs. Tom followed him, shutting the door.

The house was... nice. It had a sort of warm theme to it. Tord's room was painted a soft red color, Tom noticed as he walked in.

They ended up sitting on the floor, Tom against the wall and Tord against the bed.

"Why couldn't we just do this at your house?" Tord asked as the other boy pulled out some paper and pencils.

"That is one of the dumbest things I've ever heard you say."

"Woah, okay, calm down. Why did you go crazy at lunch?"

"Just shut up and start coming up with ideas."

"Well... how about this dude who finds out about communism?"

"No."

"The dude who created communism?"

"No."

"The dude who destroyed communi-"

"What is it with you and communism."

"Hey, get off my back! I like communism!"

They argued back and forth for a bit, getting frustrated at each other more and more, until someone from downstairs yelled something in a different language. Tord yelled back in the language, standing up.

"I gotta go eat dinner, you gotta go." He pointed at the door, and Tom just huffed, pushing himself up. He left hastily, giving a small wave when Tord's.. mom (?) smiled at him. He walked out of the house and down the street.

"Well... I guess it could have gone worse..." He muttered to himself, stepping through the front door. He froze when he heard the rough, sickly voice.

"Where were you?!"
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A/N
I forgot to read over it, so I had to fix a few mistakes lol
Don't mind me, just being an idiot
Classic stupid Karma-