Dear Lover Boy

Chapter one

Tord slipped on his favorite shirt, just a plain T with the word 'Hentai' written on the back. His dad hated it,
but that's one of the reasons it was his favorite.
He put on some Jeans, and a lanyard that said 'volunteer'.
When the Norwegian left his room, he traveled down the hall to the kitchen, greeted by the house keep.
His father sat at a large dining room table, his nose in a newspaper as he sipped chamomile tea.
Tord got a plate of food, sitting on the counter as he scarfed it down.
His father noticed him, scolding him,
"Tord, stop that. You aren't an animal, nor a part of the common ravel."
Said boy rolled his eyes,
Only making his father more angry,
"Tord, do not disrespect me."
The brunette merely mimicked is father in an obnoxious manner getting off the counter and putting his plate in the sink.
His old man gave him the stink eye as he left the room, heading towards his car.
Tord hopped in,
Turning the car on and putting his hands on the steering wheel.
He had his Taurus for about 2 months now, but still wasn't used to it.
He loved his car though, he liked feeling normal.
Even just a little.
Plus his dad hated it, so
Bonus.

The young Norwegian boy headed to St. Mark's hospital.
His dad never believed in volunteering. He only gave to charity to make himself look good.
Tord liked volunteering,
Helping out.
He was pretty much the exact opposite of his dad.
The son he never wanted.

Tord arrived, pulling into the somewhat full parking lot.
He got check in, signing a sheet to show he had arrived to volunteer.
They told him to just go around and get used bedding that needed to be washed.
Take it here, get this, take it there, and so forth.

He wandered about from room to room, checking occupancy.
He went into one, stepping softly to try not to wake up a patient that had shared a room, a bed now empty and in need of clean bedding.
He removed the old sheets and blankets, using the techniques the nurses had told him to use to prevent him from getting sick himself.
He brought in new sheets,
Throwing them across the room when the patient in there started yelling at him, turning the comfortable silence into anxiety for the poor boy.
"I'm gonna report you to security- No! To the police! Get out! Your disturbing the peace! My peace!" She hissed at him.
Tord quickly apologized, darting out of the room, forgetting the bedding on the floor as he scrambled away.
Some nurses laughed at him,
Making his face turn red.
He scoffed,
"Room 32, do not enter.", and went to finish up the rest of the rooms.
He went to check the cancer ward, the only one he hadn't been in.
He found that nearly every room,
Was full.
Every bed,
Occupied.
There was only one room left until you reached the elevator that led to lower floors or the roof.
He peeked in.

'Oh! An empty bed.' He thought, wandering over to it. He touched it, jumping when it shifted.
A pair of lovely lavender eyes peer at him from inside the nest.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this might've been just a bundle of blankets..heh, sorry." Tord said shyly, feeling embarrassed as he headed for the door.
The ginger looked at him funny, and reached a hand out to signal for him to wait a moment.
"What's the matter? You need something?" The boy closest to the door asked, concerned, taking a step closer.
"What accent is that?"
"Pardon?"
"Your accent. I've never heard it before."
"Oh. I'm Norwegian."
"Norway, huh. Is it nice there?"
"I suppose. It could be worse."

The ginger smiled, "What's your name?"
"You aren't gonna report me for 'disturbing the peace', are you?" The Norwegian asked, baffling the boy on the bed.
"No? What?"

Tord sat on the other's bed,
"I went in to get the old sheets and blankets off a bed in room 32. There was another woman in there, an old lady. She said she was gonna report me to the police for 'disturbing the peace.' Meaning my walking back and forth through the room." He explained, making air quotations.
The boy in the hospital gown giggled as he explained,
"Don't worry, I won't report you."
The other smiled, "Ok, well, in that case, my name is Tord."
"Matt."

They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
"What are you doing changing bedding? You don't look like you work here."
Matt questioned, tilting his head.
"Volunteerism is going around, haven't you heard?"
Tord smiled, winking at his new friend.

A doctor came in, causing their conversation to grow silent.
A young lady followed, giving Tord a questionable look when she saw him,
"Who are you?"
"Tord." Matt chimed in, answering before the owner of the name got a chance.
The woman looked at the doctor, "A little young for a nurse."
The doctor waved a hand at her dismissively,
"Just a volunteer."

Matt happily looked over at the brunette as the adults continued talking,
"Hey, do you live around here?"
"Ya. I wouldn't come thirty miles to volunteer at a specific hospital."
Tord joked, causing Matt to laugh.

The mother took notice and got protective, "Hey, boy, your services are not needed here at the moment, you should go do something helpful."

The boy from Norway gave her a heavy glare, but silently stood up and left, giving his new acquaintance a wave goodbye as he departed.

Tord growled, he hated adults bossing him around, like he was some no good miscreant.
He wondered if it was the shirt.

The Norwegian finished the hours volunteering he had signed up for.
He went to exit the building, patting his pocket.
He stopped, letting out a grunt of annoyance.
He forgot his cigars by the roof.
He must have left them there when he took his break.
He groaned as he went back into the hospital, getting into the elevator and pressing the 4th floor.
He slipped off the platform, throughly annoyed of the obnoxious music coming from the moving box.
He snatched up his box of cigars, resting on a crate beside the door that led to the roof.
He decided he'd light one now, since he came all the way up here anyway.
He stepped outside, lighting his cigar.

He was taken aback to see his new ginger friend standing out in such dreadful weather, thoroughly soaked, his gown sticking to his skin.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Said ginger spun around, seeing the Norwegian at the door.
He had his cigar in one hand, while the other rested on his hip,
"Are you trying to catch a cold? You're already here for a reason, I don't think you need another." Tord smiled, trying to get the other to smile back.
But he didn't.
He just stared at the well dressed male.
His smile faltered and he walked over to the other, who was leaning precariously close to the edge.
The Norwegian grabbed the ginger's hand gently, pulling him over to the door,
"Are you ok?"
Matt looked down, in tears, although hard to tell with the rain dripping off his cheeks,
"No."
Tord hugged his new companion, making sure not to singe the boy's vibrantly colored hair with the expensive cigar.
The Norwegian felt a little embarrassed, for a couple of reasons.
One, he hardly knew this sweet boy.
Two, he could see through said sweet boy's clothes.
Three, Tord was gay.

Matt coughed, backing away from the other, into the rain.
Tord tried pulling him back under the awning, but the ginger refused,
"Matt, come'er."
The other shook is head.
"What do I have to do to get you out of the rain?" The brunette frowned.
The pretty boy paused to look at the other, slowly taking the cigar away from him and tossing it away.
Tord pouted, annoyed that he came all the way up he to get the item the other just discarded.
"Come here."
And pulled the other into the hall that lead to the roof.
Matt waved his hand to disperse any remaining wisps of smoke,
"Gross. What are you, a rich investor going to play at a poker table?"
The well dressed boy laughed,
"No, but my dad is, and does."
Matt tilted his head and contemplated this, a little confused.
The ginger decided to just ask about the other's snazzy outfit.
"Oh this? I have to go to a black and white event, it's a fundraiser. Hey! Do you wanna go as my plus one?"
Tord grinned at first, but after a moment frowned,
"Oh, wait.. you must be in the hospital for a reason.."
The sickly boy waved his hand dismissively,
"Nah nah, I can go. But, I don't think I have anything,"
He paused to look at the Norwegian, the well-fitted pants and vest, a navy blue button down shirt, expensive black dress shoes, with a cute red bowtie to tie it all together,
"Formal enough."

"Don't fret, I'm sure I have something you can wear.
Do you need a ride?"
"Yes please."