No one's P.O.V
Patryk's parents joined Pat, Pay, and a new comer in the living room. They froze at the sight of their missing son. The one thought to be dead. The room fell silent. Pay still had the gun in his hand. He had shot at the ceiling to get their attention.
"Pay. This isn't funny. Stop it."
"Dad. This isn't a joke."
"Patryk's dead. You know that."
Paul stood up.
"He's not dead. I've been by his side the entire time."
The older man shot is head towards Paul.
"And who the hell are you?"
Patryk got nervous. Before he could say anything Paul spoke up.
"Patryk's boyfriend."
Pat glanced at his shorter friend.
"Our son isn't gay."
Patryk finally got the courage to speak up.
"Y...yes I am, and I'm n...not dead. I flew into Poland to see you guys."
Pay looked at him, slightly hoping for an explanation
"C....can we go back with you?"
His voice wavering.
"I...er.. We didn't fly by a commercial air flight. Part of my job requires me to fly a plane s...so.. I..."
Paul's phone starts ringing. He answers it and puts it on speaker.
"WHERE ARE YOU TWO?! WHERES THE FUCKING PLANE?!"
"S...sir please calm down.. I c...can explain.."
The Norski on the other end calmed down slightly.
"You better."
Paul spoke before Patryk could explain.
"Boss. Chill. We're in Poland. We won't be back on base for a while."
Pay and his parents were nervous. Who are they talking to? Why are they calling him 'sir' and 'boss'?
"Where. Is. The. Plane?"
"The closest base to Buzai."
Tord sighed on the other end.
"Alright. Don't get caught. See you soldiers later. When you decide to get back."
With that, the phone call ended.
"Jeeze. He acted harsher than usual."
"Don't forget, he let us off the hook easier than he normally would. Something's wrong."
They both sighed.
"Hey, Pat?"
"Yeah, mom?"
"Why did that man call you two soldiers?"
One though went through both of the men's minds
'Oh Fuck'
Tord's P.O.V
Jesus Christ. Those two are going to be the death of me. No matter. I have my own job to do.
"Thomas~"
My voice echoed through the dark room. It was just me and him. No one else.
"Tom."
I raised my voice. No response. He was always a heavy sleeper. A soft sigh escaped my lips.
"Forgive me my kjærlighet."
I yanked the bed sheets off of him and violently shook the bed.
He shot up, his eyes wide. They weren't black but a magenta color instead. This caught me off guard.
'Shit'
I backed up and tripped over my own feet. The 'fucked up' Tom stared at me. Only one thought clearly crossed my mind.
'He's goin to kill me.'
Smoke started to pour from his eyes and eventually engulfed him. When it cleared, my eyes widened. In place of Tom was a fuzzy, purple monster, no bigger than a small dog.
Its eye was solid black, and it had two little horns on its head.
"Oh. My. GOD!!"
I started squealing at the sight of him.
He jumped on me and started licking my face. I started laughing
A muffled sound came through the door.
"Sir? Is everything ok?"
I held monster Tom up so I could speak clearly.
"Yes. I'm fine."
"Ok sir."
The footsteps faded.
I let Tom down and sat on the floor beside him. He hoped on me, making me lay down. At least something calmed me down. Especially after two idiots snuck a plane all the way to POLAND! Damn. I need to control those two better. Tom changed back to a human while on my chest. Taking my breath with him.
"Alright, ya big lug. Time to get off."
I rolled him off my chest and he grabbed my arm. My face started going red.
'Why does my worst enemy have to cuddle with me? Especially on the ground?'
He didn't show signs of waking up anytime soon.
Fuck.
Paul's P.O.V
"Uhhhhh."
Pat had froze up. I needed to save him.
"It's just something our friend calls us! Right, Pat?"
" Right, Paul!"
His parents sighed. They seemed to care about him. If only mine did. They don't know where I am. They probably don't care. While staring at the floor, a grey cat started rubbing against my leg. I bent down to pet it.
"What's this little guy's name?"
"His name is Ringo! We found him while we were in London not too long ago!"
'Ringo... wasn't that Edd's cat?'
"Oh! He's cute!"
"Yeah. If only London wasn't a disaster. There were these flags with wierd red symbols on them, and soldiers in red and blue carrying Ak-47s on their backs running around," Flash backs of running down London streets came to my mind. Now that I think about it, I saw them in the corner of my eye while there, " Two in front of one of the groups we saw looked like.... you two."
We both froze.
Patryk snapped out of it first.
"What? No. No. No. That wasn't us!"
"You two were in London, weren't you?"
Everyone was focused on me now.
"H..how?"
I spoke without thinking.
"W..what?"
I stayed crouched.
"They said they closed the borders."
My voice just a whisper . Our cover was blown wasn't it? What was I thinking?
My eyes searched everyone's face. Including my boyfriend's. They looked concerned.
"Were any of you hurt?"
"N..no. Patryk what does he mean by 'how'? What's wrong with hom?"
"Nothing, mom. He's just lost in thought. Don't worry."
I glanced at him.
'Thank you'
