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   ((Chapter 7))

    "You said what!?" Gabriel yells, swirving his dark truck.

   "Listen, I had to lie to get him off my back!" Tom covers his face, "I swear I don't like you like that!"

   "It doesn't give you the right to tell someone that I'm dating you." Gabriel groans, rubbing his temples. He moves his index and middle finger up from the hand on the wheel as a greeting to the passing driver, trying to distract himself.

   "Come on, help a homie out.." Tom sighs, pulling on the jacket the brunette driving had leant him.

   "Fine, just never say anything about us dating again... And never call me homie." The blue eyed boy clicks his tongue.

   "Deal." The eyeless male murmurs. He studies the bright lights of the city lights, seeing them slowly dim. He could see the starts ever so slightly, pulling him into a trance.

   The brunette's mind drifted around, focusing on the past memories of Edd, Matt and Tord. He frowns, eyebrows furrowing.

   "Gabe?" The boy earned a grunt of acknowledgement in response, "Am I a good person?" He looks over at the taller male.

   "... Yeah, sure." Gabriel averts his gaze to the yellow lines of the streets. He chews his lip, sighing, "You could do better but you aren't a bad person so..."

   "Thanks." Tom grumbles. He taps the door of the car, feeling the cold of the outside leaking from the window.

   "Uh... Who was that dude from the bar? The one who I tried to, Yknow, murder?" The lanky brunette tried.

   "An old bunkmate, I always hated him. He put my buddies through a lot when he suddenly left and I never forgave him." Tom hisses, angrily squinting at the door.

   "Oh..."

   ((Time Skipple))

   Gabriel and Zachary had gone to sleep, cuddling on the couch aggressively as they watched Spider-Man: Homecoming.

   Tom, being a rebel, had decided to go for a late night stroll across the town.

   The side the two boys lived on was much calmer than the area Matt, Edd and Tom had originally stayed at.

   There were fewer cars and only the occasional convenient store crossed your path.

   The male had the same jacket he stole from Gabriel and a pair of loose jeans covering him as he watched the fog of his breath.

   "I'll get my paycheck in two days.." He murmurs reassuringly at himself as he looks at the empty street.

   "Gabe said he'd talk to the manager about more money because you were new, right?" Tom smiles. He lets out a small laugh and rubs his nose.

   "I'm an idiot." He whines.

   "Yeah, you didn't greet me nicely at the bar!" A voice suddenly says from behind him.

   The eyeless boy whips around, shoulders arching. He squeals, glaring, "The fuck, man!?" He yells, squinting at the shadow.

   "Sorry to intrude on your self-therapy but I wanted to try and start off better than a while ago." The figure steps closer.

   Tord.

   Tom kissed his teeth angrily, shoving his hands in the hoodie pockets, "Why are you here, Commie?" He grumbles, "You should go stick your dick in a cactus, not eye-Fuck me, alright?" He snaps.

   "I am a human with the decency and respect for you not to do that, Thomas." Tord smiles, tilting his head. God, He hated it when Tord called him by his full name.

   "What do you want then?" The boy yelps, already annoyed.

   "Well, I'd like to say hi to your boyfriend, see how he is." The caramel haired male starts, " Maybe get a job." He jokes, "I mean, who wouldn't want to see this ass in some tight, lacey lingerie?" He wiggles his brows.

   Tom gags audibly.
  
   "I'm kidding, I really just want to talk to you." Tord takes a step closer.

   He holds his hand out.

   "Lets start over." He says hopefully, "From the very beginning." He sighs,  "Before highschool, never seen eachother." He pulls on the red scarf around his neck.

   "Hi, I'm Tord Larsiin."

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