Ambivalent -~-TordEdd Fanfic [OLD]

Chapter 28

~+Tord's P.O.V+~

"I can't believe you let Edd get shot!" Tom yelled, clearly frustrated. At the time, we were back at our hotel room. I was trying to fix up Edd the best I could, since what we were currently wearing and any little aspect of our appearance was probably reported to the police headquarters. We figured it'd be best to not go to a public place such as the hospital. 

"I'm sorry dammit!" I yelled back, "You're only mad because your precious little servant is hurt! I actually love him! Do you know how I feel about all of this?!"

"He's not my servant! I-"

Edd fell into a fit of coughing, causing the two of us to got silent. We both looked at him, concerned that something might've happened to worsen his current state. When we had looked at him, though, he stopped, only glaring at us with narrowed eyes.

"Stop fighting. I'm in enough pain. I don't need you two screaming at each other and making me go deaf," Edd mumbled, closing his eyes.

I sighed, sitting down on my bed and keeping quiet. Tom just crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Matt was in the bathroom doing his hair for what seemed like the millionth time. I never really got why Matt thought so highly of himself. Or even HOW he managed to think so highly of himself. Whenever I even try to think positively, I end up reminding myself of something completely random and stupid I did five years ago or something like that. Either that, or I just would end up making myself feel worse. 

"I'm going out," I said, breaking the small moment of silence. 

"It's not safe, Tord," Edd murmured, concerned.

"I'll be fine if I just change my clothes," I responded, getting off my bed and heading over to the closet where we kept or suitcases. Unzipping my suitcase, I pulled out a random T-shirt, a  red and black flannel shirt, and some shorts. I also grabbed a box of band-aids that I'd brought.

Quietly closing the bathroom door behind me, I proceeded to take off my hoodie and shirt, putting the T-shirt on and looking at myself in the mirror. My arms still had bandages wrapped around them. I almost laughed for a second.

I wished I could go back in time just to slap my past self and tell him that Edd did care about me so I hadn't caused myself so much pain. It just reminded me how low I could go in a short amount of time. Either way, I preferred not to think about it, as it just reminded me that I had been such an idiot.

I took off the band-aid on my cheek as well, staring at the distinctive birthmark that made me feel like a branded cow who couldn't escape it's owners. The birthmark was the one thing that reminded me of my parents. It reminded me that the reason why my parents had me was because they wanted me to become a criminal like them... They knew that no matter how hard I tried, I'd end up with the same fate.

Shaking my head and trying to clear my head, I slipped my flannel shirt on over my T-shirt, since that was normally what I'd done in the past. A few people who had been in classes with me in previous years had just worn the flannels as shirts. To me, it felt a bit too awkward, so I wore my T-shirt over it. I swapped out my pants for the shorts I'd taken from my suitcase before leaving the room and heading outside. Though, before I left the building, I made sure to say bye to the receptionist, just so I seemed friendly and not too suspicious.

The streets were pretty much empty at the moment. I was sure that news had gotten out about our bank heist, and that they were looking  for the criminals. It was probably good, though, since that meant I could find the nearest corner store a bit easier. The only bad thing about it was that the silence was eerie. It made me feel like the stereotypical white kid that gets killed off in a horror movie. At least there weren't any rain gutters for my paper boat to get stuck in. 

Once I found the corner shop, I grabbed myself a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, since Edd burned my old one. I headed over to the desk where the cashier was standing and he scanned both of the items.

"You know, I remember when I was a young fellow like you.. I always stopped by the corner shop to by myself a pack of cigarettes," The man who was the cashier sighed, "But I'm out of that habit... And you should learn to get out of it as well."

"I only started smoking last night," I frowned, rolling my eyes and handing him the money, "And I really don't care about getting cancer or something at this point."

"If you want to have it your way, then," The cashier frowned, putting the money in the cash register and handing me my change. I accepted it and took the lighter and cigarettes, lighting one of them and looking at it for a second. I shook my head slightly and headed outside.

After about half an hour of pretty much just giving myself cancer, I stomped out the cigarette, heading back to the hotel room. It seemed a bit more lively and happy now. Edd was watching TV, Matt was... still doing his hair, and Tom was sitting on his bed on his phone. I decided to sit down next to Edd and watch whatever he was watching, which happened to be a kid's channel.

"Edd, why the hell are you watching a kid's show?"

"I kid you not they only had cooking channels," Edd sighed. "And Tord..."

"Hm..?"

"Why do you smell like smoke?"

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Sorry that publishing dates have been a bit off.

They might be a bit off again next week. But they should be fine if I'm not too tired on Friday after coming back from camping with my class. It's just been rough and chaotic this past week. I was going to try to get this chapter published earlier in the day, but literally the second I woke up I started on a project for history that we have to do every trimester where we write about current events :/

But either way, I'm doing alright still, besides the fact that I slammed a door and hit my toenail and now i'm worried I pushed my toenail into my foot or something :,)