Light - TomTord AU

Hate

(Tom's POV)

I walk out of the restroom and before I close the door. "Meet me there at 11:00."

(Tord's POV)

I blush to myself, thinking about going on a date with-- Tom? Wait, what the hell? Tom's the idiot that disregarded my feelings multiple times in middle school. Or maybe, I was too subtle?

(Time skip, Saturday morning)
(Third person POV)

Tord wakes up to his phone beeping on his pillow. "Ugh, why did I set an alarm?" He picks up his phone and looks at the screen it says Coffee Date. He turns off the alarm and puts his phone down to get dressed. He throws on his usual black shirt, red hoodie, and tan khakis. He runs downstairs and sees Paul and Patrick drinking coffee together, Pat's laying on the floor, while pat's sitting on the couch. "Hey, can one of you guys drive me down to the cafe by my school?"

"Why? Paul made coffee." Patryk says. "I'm going on a date," Tord says proudly. "With who?" Paul questions. "A boy from my school. His name's Tom," Tord says, adding the last part sort of defensively. "Okay, I'll drive you there," Paul says. He finishes his coffee. He grabs his keys off the coffee table and ruffles Pat's hair. "Bye, Patryk."

Paul and Tord leave the house and close the door quietly behind themselves. Paul unlocks the car and sits down in the driver's seat. Tord sits in the back and puts on his headphones. He plays some music and the familiar sound drowns out his thoughts. It's quiet. He doesn't even think about what he's listening to, as he would usually over-analyze his music.

Soon enough, they get to the cafe and Tord opens the door and jumps out of the car as he sees Tom waiting patiently for Tord outside. Tord waves to Paul and he winks before rolling up his window and driving away.

"Hi, Tom!" Tord says, walking up to Tom and they walk inside together. The barista is leaning her head on her hand. "Hello." She stands up. "What can I get you two?" She adjusts her curly brown hair so she can see the two boys better. "Can I have a Caramel Frappe and a bacon and spinach quiche?" Tom asks. "Yeah, and you?" She looks at Tord. "Oh, I'll... uhh... Have the same thing."

"That'll be $22." Tom opens his wallet and gives her the money. The barista puts the money in the cash register. Tom and Tord sit down at a table nearest to the door. "So, Tom... Why'd you bring me here? Don't you hate me?"

"Hate? That's an overstatement. I tolerate and pity you. And you and I both know that you've only eaten ice cubes and saltines for the past week." Tom chuckles. "You seemed out of it. There's just something about things being out of the ordinary that bothers me. I guess I'm just not used to it."

"Sorry to interrupt your guys' touching moment, but here." The barista interrupts, then hands Tom and Tord their drinks and quiches. Tom says, "Let's go outside."

"Okay," Tord replies, and they sit at one of the tables outside. There's an awkward silence between the two boys for a moment and they both start eating. Tord's stomach's been growling really loudly anyways.

"Tord, I know that you don't need my pity, but you do need to care for yourself."