Commie And Jehovah {TomTord}

TomTord 1

{Just to let you know now that I am going to use "{}" for when I talk k? K. Also I just thought I'd start with this because it seems most people Ship this. I do too}

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Tord suddenly shot up into a sitting position, waking up from a nightmare. It was a similar to experience to what the 'Giant Robot Incident' was But it was slightly different. The change was that Tom never shot him down, he had gotten away but it somehow crashed..?

Dreams are weird as hell...

He thought to himself as he brushed his hand through his messed up hair, which you could barely tell that they were even horns anymore, looking around the room. He remembered that he was in Tom's apartment. Edd and Tom took turns having Tord at their apartments since Edd forgave him. Speaking of, it had been almost a year since the incident happened and Matt forgave him a couple weeks after Edd took him in. He would never expect Tom to forgive him, he had barely even spoken to him at all. The only time he did is when he was drunk...very drunk. Tord sighed and got up from the couch, he checked his phone...

"Dritt!"

The Norski exclaimed as he saw 7 missed calls from Edd, he unlocked his phone and quickly called the Cola obsessed Brit. He picked up after 2 rings.

"Tord! I called you seven times are you okay?!?"

"I'm fine Edd, don't be so motherly all the time, I had my phone on silent so I don't wake up to my notifications going off."

He explained calmly as Edd yelled into the phone.

"I just thought that maybe Tom hurt you. Especially after your past and all that..."

"Edd you would have heard me getting hurt. I would be crying out in pain for god's sake."

Tord face palmed and sighed

"Well I'm going to go and eat and stuff, cya Edd"

"Cya 'round Tord."

Tord hung up the phone and slipped his bright red hoodie on and walked into the kitchen, searching for some food to eat when a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Mornin', Commie."

He greeted with a husky voice, Tord had always loved Toms voice when it was like that.

"Morning, Jehovah. How are you?"

"Could be better, you?"

"Same, actually. Probably because I woke up from a nightmare."

"Nightmare? About what?" Tom asked him curiously, now intrigued, wanting to know about Tords dream

"I'm not sharing it. Especially not with you."

END OF CHAPTER

{I hope you liked my story and I'm going to continue this on among other parts but it's 01:26am and I'm tired so it can wait until tomorrow after school uwu}