Third P.O.V
Matt watched his fish eat each other as Tom looked out the window. Tom bit his lip just when Matt spoke, "Guys! Sir. Swims-a-lot exploded!... Can we go fishing?" Tom and Edd sighed at once. "We just went fishing," "Annnnd, we kinda got banned from ever going there again." Matt gasped. "Why?" The blue hooded brit scuffed after Edd insulted the harpoon gun he had, "Hey! That harpoon gun is an important member of the family." "You sold the couch for it!" Edd hissed. "Well, I'll harpoon us a new one," Tom argued.
The rest of the car ride was silent, no one even gasped..
As Tom walked with his harpoons in hand, he spotted a a shadow in the corner of his eye. He swung his harpoon to point at the figure and he knelt down into a defensive stance, "Who goes there?" The figure turned to Tom and smiled. Everyone gasped.
The figure put his hands into his pockets then walked away from the dark. "Hello, Old friends." Tord's red hoodie was all Tom needed to see to be discusted. "Ugh.." The green hooded brit smiled and hugged the Norski, "Welcome back Tord!" He pulled away and looked at Tom. "Welcome back?" "Well, I told you about Tord coming back a few weeks ago." Matt tilted his head. "Who's 'Tord'?"
After a while, when everyone settled. Tord decided to take the couch instead of getting rid of Tom. He was laying back on the couch as he heard Edd yelling at Tom it seemed. "My drawing pad! I will kill you!" Edd screeched. The Norwegain rushed to the frantic brit, "Are you alright!?" Matt seemed to follow Tord since he was right behind him.
Through the opened door, there laid Edd's smashed drawing tablet. Tom was breathing hard, he held tight fists. "Don't touch Suzan anymore, got it?" Tom spoke with hate. Tord gripped the angered brit's shoulders, "Chill, Thomas." He said softly to Tom. He pulled away then stomped to his room, Edd sat on the floor with small tears in his eyes. As Tord knelt by Edd, Matt hesitated. "I'll buy you a new one," Tord whispered to Edd then hugged him.