||TomTord Oneshots||

|6|Odd one out.

Sorry for not posting lately- I was running out of all ideas. Plus, I only make these when I'm bored- pfft. I suck.
ALSO! this chapter isn't really TomTord, but it's... something!

Tord sat on the couch uncomfortably in between Edd and the arm of the couch. Why was he uncomfortable? Well, sitting on a couch meant for two people with four instead, isn't really ideal. Especially when you're the one everyone decides to swish in since you're the one with the smallest frame.

If he wanted to be honest, he wasn't the skinniest. Matt was. That guy could eat a whole house and he wouldn't gain a pound! But he assumed they went for the odd one out in this bidding as well.

It wasn't too hard to see who the oddest of the group was. Sure, everyone was ultimately unique, but we're they really?

Tord always noted that his friends tended to prefer cool colors instead of warm. Green, blue, purple. And then there was him. He preferred the warm color red. His friends also had full names that could be shortened. Edward, Thomas, Matthew. And then him. Just Tord. Don't forget the fact that he was the only immigrant, or that he was the quietest, or that he had the oddest hairstyle.

He hated how different and noticeable he was from the other three. They all noticed too, they occasionally tried to make him feel a bit better about it. Well, Matt and Edd would. Tom was the person that just induced it. Telling him to back where he came from or to leave because no one wanted him there.

He always thought these things. Even while sitting with three bigger males on a love seat. That's why when Edd poked him, he looked up, raising his eyebrows with an unamused expression.

"What do you want, Edd?"

Edd just pursed his lips, "You were spacing out again. Want to explain why?"

At this point, Matt and Tom were poking there heads to the side to listen in like the nosy assholes that they were.

The Norski only shrugged his shoulders before standing up and walking past everyone, "I'm getting some water." He left the three to do just that.

He grabbed a clear glass, filled it to the brim before pressing it to his lips and chugging it down. He had to breathe heavily to catch his breath after finishing. He set the cup into the sink and set his hands on the counter, looking down into the glass and practically silver metal tank.

He was lost in thoughts again when he heard a light knock from the archway of the kitchen.

His head whipped around, body following after as he turned to see who it was. And oh did he regret it.

There stood the eyeless Brit himself, staring towards Tord with his usual snobby expression.

This just made the Norwegian groan, "What do you want, Jehovah?"

Tom frowned a bit, "Edd and Matt said to get you back out there. You're taking too long."

"Just tell them to continue the movie without me."

The witness remained in the same spot, hesitantly opening his mouth and speaking, "They said they think that somethings wrong with you. Are you delusional?" Tom's comment pissed Tord off. It made him irritated. How would it not? Being called delusional was no nice compliment. He hissed before carrying on the conversation, trying to prove he was, in fact, not delusional.

"No. I'm not. I just... have alot on my plate at the moment." Tord rubbed his eyes in distress as Tom added on.

The brit chuckled a bit, "Then why don't you tell us what those things are, Tordy? Trying to keep it a secret so you can somehow be the special snowflake that everyone pays attention to?"

With that, Tom had gotten a swift punch to the face. He stumbled before holding his hand to his cheek, glaring down at the slightly shorter male, "It's none of your guys' buisness! That's why I refuse to tell you guys, okay! You-You asshole?!"

The male in blue clenched his teeth tightly before rubbing his eyes and stifling out a bit of laughter, "God... Okay, Okay. Just hurry up mr.over-dramatic. Edd and Matt refuse to play the movie without you."

Tord rolled his eyes and rubbed his fist, "Fuck off. I'll come out there when I'm ready."

With that, Tom was gone. Back into the livingroom, leaving Tord alone. It was normal for these small fights or arguments. There was always an occasional punch to the face, but that's what made the two get over differences.

After a while, he finally went back to the livingroom. The movie still was paused, the other three talking among themselves. Tord felt himself sigh and smile a bit. He may have been the odd one of the group, but they all obviously cared enough to include him.

He knew that he had found the best friends he could ever have. And that's all that really mattered.