Guns And Bottles - Tord X Reader X Tom (Eddsworld)

4.

You opened your eyes to practically be blinded by the sunlight beaming through your window. Though this time, you didn't care because you had a big day ahead of you. The day you would force Tord and Tom to be friends, weather they wanted to or not. You got dressed in a plain black long sleeved shirt and denim shorts with black leggings underneath. You slipped on your converse, brushed your hair, and walked out the door. You knocked on the door of Edd's apartment. A tired looking Tord answered. "Oh hey (Y/N).. What do you want?" He asked. "Remember what I talked about yesterday? Well, put your shoes on it's time to go to town! But uh, get Tom first." Tord stared at you for a while, maybe trying to intimidate you so he wouldn't have to talk to Tom or something, but this isn't a fight you would lose. You stared deeply in his gaze. "Gah.. Fine." Huffed Tord, walking back into the apartment. You waited for a while outside of their door for a while when you realized Tord wasn't gonna come back. You swung their door open yourself to see Tord sitting on the couch watching TV. You walked over to him and picked up a random book that was sitting on their coffee table. "Tord." You said. "Hm?" Tord turned around, shocked to see you. "Bad boy." You smacked him in the top of the head with the book. "Ouch..." He rubbed the top of his head. "Get ready. Got that?" You glared at him. "Fine.." He mumbled. You walked over to Tom's room and knocked on the door. "I don't want your Girl Scout cookies..~" You heard Tom slur. 'What??' You thought, very confused. "Tom, I'm coming in." You opened his door to see him passed out on the floor. You crouched beside Tom and flicked him in the side of the head. "Wake up." Tom opened his eyes slowly. "Wha-? (Y/N)? Oh.. Right, you had that outing planned today... Sorry, I can't go, hangovers, ya know?" Tom mumbled. "Oh you're going." You replied matter-of-factly. "But I-" Tom was about to say something but you cut him off. "No buts. No excuses. You're the one who did this to yourself so you're gonna go through with it. Get ready. Unless you want me to go alone with Tord?" You say slyly. "A-Ah... Fine...." He huffed unenthusiastically. You left Tom to get ready. Tord was standing by the door. "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, like every night, that idiot drunk himself silly." Tord said. "Yeah, I noticed.." You stood beside Tord waiting for Tom.

Once the three of you exited the house you knew just where you wanted to go. Well not wanted, more like needed. "We're gonna go clothes shopping." You smiled half heartedly. You honestly hated shopping for clothes, but now that you had friends you could force to come with you, you could go without being bored out of your mind. "Wha- why?" Asked Tord. "Because reasons." You kept walking. You went to Goodwill, because WHY NOT? Cheap clothes? Good cause? LET'S BLOW SOME MONEY. You, Tord, and Tom entered Goodwill. "Hey what about this shirt? Would it look good on me?" Tord pointed to a shirt. "Tord that's a woman's shirt." You commented. "Don't listen to her, it would look great on you!" Laughed Tom. Tord pushed Tom away. Not like a friendly push, like a really rough push that was so strong Tom fell into a clothing wrack knocking countless items off the wrack. Tord glanced over at you to see if you'd noticed but you just glared at him. "Be nice." You felt like a mom insisting that your hypothetical children stopped fighting. Tom picked up a shirt that said '<— I'm With Stupid' and he held it next to Tord, who immediately went to punch him in the face but Tom dodged it just in time, causing Tord to swing into a wall instead. After Goodwill, you went to (Favorite/Restaraunt). After you ordered and got your food, you sat down. Tord and Tom were fighting over who got to sit next to you. "(Y/N), you choose who gets to sit next to you!" Tord slammed his hands on the table, scaring the crap out of you. "You two, sit next to each other. Since you can't decide." You sighed. "WHAT?!" Tom and Tord yelled in unison. "Well, sit. Aren't you hungry?" As if on queue, Tord's stomach growled. Tord and Tom finally sat down. Once Tom finished his food, he grabbed one of Tord's fries. Tord slapped his hand, causing Tom to drop the fry. "Screw you." Tom huffed, obviously quite annoyed.
That's when you finally came to realize the truth. This would get you absolutely nowhere. Although it was fun watching them pointlessly bicker. Sometimes.