Dear Fuckboi: A TomTord Satire

from the ground up

Tom sat at his desk, chewing his lip and thinking about his decision to move on. It was what his dad would've wanted for him. He knew his father hated to see him so deep in hatred for another person. It had happened once before, a long time ago.

He was reading over the letters sent by Tord. It was extremely obvious that they were from him. Tom knew from the start. He was just in disbelief that someone would put in the effort to write them. He knew he had a punch-able face, but this was a punch he didn't see coming.

He had since improved his relationship with his parents. Tom spent more time with them. He had been happier since he let go of the past and moved on. It brought him peace.

Now, it was almost Christmas. Tom didn't generally like the holiday, mostly because he didn't celebrate it due to his religion. Though he had a curiosity of what it was all about to a Christian, he didn't try to find out.

Tom dug his bass guitar from his closet and strummed the bassline of a song he knew. He was still learning, after having picked up the hobby because he thought it would score him a cute punk girl. Turns out, bringing it to school and playing an out of tune song with three different notes didn't exactly woo the ladies.

Now he had more time to practice. There was a nice girl he had an eye on. Maybe he'd be able to learn a song for her by Valentine's Day. Tom smiled at the thought. Life was getting better.

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Tord had taken Tom's whole spiel very seriously. It made him rethink a lot about his choices. Tord sought battles, even if he knew he couldn't win them. He liked to fight. He loved to feel important; like he was the center of someone else's world. But now, things seemed different.

He had changed schools after getting suspended. It got so bad that he had to be home-schooled. Tord would've missed his friends, if he had any to miss.

Tord pushed aside some adult magazines and pulled out a sheet of notebook paper. He wrote down what Tom told him, and began to make a list of things he could work on. Making friends was the first bullet point on the list.

The second led him back to the waterfall.