My sweetie (Eddsworld)

4. Is it something I did?

Tom's POV:

"Well, Tord, what do you want to do today?" Matt asked when I let Tord back down. He was still hugging Tomee bear as if he was only his! But he belonged to me! "I do not know!" Tord answered, smiling innocently. God, that smile was annoying... Kids were annoying.

I grabbed Tomee bear and pulled it away from him. "Huh? What you doing? Dad?" He asked, reaching for him, but since I was way taller than him, even if he jumped, he couldn't reach for him. I glared down at him.

"First. Stop calling me that, I am not your dad. And second, this bear is mine. You took him away from me." I answered his question maybe a little bit too harshly. He looked down. "Tom, give him back the be-" Tord cut Edd off. "No, is okay, Eddie." Tord said and smiled at me. 'Okay, that went better than I previously expected.' I thought.

I crossed my arms and looked away, not saying anything else. "How about we finish breakfast now?" Matt asked all of us after an awkward minute of silence. Tord giggled, agreeing and we all ate. I kept seeing Tord smiling at me, but it was really getting on my nerves.

After we ate, I went back to my room and layed down on my bed, hugging Tomee close to me. This bear meant a lot to me... But I hated to think about, why... Because it was after my father got shot... Tord gave it to me, saying that it would help... And it did, it really did. But ever since Tord and I started fighting and not getting along, I hated to think about the past. But I just couldn't throw him away!

I didn't even realize it, I started crying. I burried my face into a pillow, wetting it with my tears. I tried not to make any noices since I didn't want anyone here know that I was like this. Everyone here never really saw me cry, except when my father died, of course...

There were times where I felt so upset, but we all felt like that at least once in our lifes, right? Right. And even if I didn't show it, I could be pretty upset without anyone knowing. But I was fine with that, I didn't need that much comfort.

But sometimes, I felt like I needed someone to be there for me. At first, I thought that someone was Tord. He was kind, caring and funny! A great friend! Always made me feel better, but ever since what happened that made us argue and fight-wait... 'What actually happened to make best friends hate each other like this..?' I thought.

I couldn't remember it very well, but I wasn't so sure about Tord. He maybe could remember, but I couldn't ask him when he was like this... Urg... I started crying even more. I started making some whimpering sounds, but it was all muffled since I still had my face burried into the fluffy pillow.

I forgot about the day it happened... Whatever 'it' was that made us hate each other. I was too busy drinking so I could let go of the past and it looked like it worked. I never minded though. I tried to breathe for air, but couldn't. I looked up from the tears stained pillow and took a breath.

But what I saw suprised me... Tord was there... He wan't smiling, he looked kinda worried. I glared at him, wiping away my tears and looking away. "What do you want?" I asked. He came closer to me. "You okay..?" "I'm FINE!" I snapped at him.

He flinched when I raised my voice. I wanted to apologize, but managed to stop myself. He sat jumped on my bed after a few attempts. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I knew it was Tord so I pushed him away. "Leave me alone.." I groaned.

"But I no want you to be sad.." He said. I sighed, standing up and dragging him out of the room with force. "Don't bother me." I said before slamming the door in his face.

Tord's POV:

Dad... He was upset... I heard him crying! But he was angry as well... Was he angry at me? I just tried to help! Did I do something wrong? Thoughts rushed through my head. I wanted to tell Edd and Matt what I saw, but didn't want to leave daddy alone here...

I leaned on the door frame and slid down. I just sat there, waiting for papa to come back outside. I wanted to be here for him! I loved him so much! He was my dad after all, even if he claimed that he wasn't.

I noticed that Mattie came up the stairs. He saw me and looked at me, looking half worried and half confused. "Are you alright, Tordie?" He asked. I smiled at him. "I okay! But daddy no..." I answered, frowning at the last part.

"You mean that Tim is not okay?" He asked. "No Tim, Tom! Daddy! He no okay!" I corrected him. Eddie heard our conversation and came upstairs as well. "What do you mean?" "I saw him cry!" I replied.

Eddie knocked on the door as I heard a thud inside and some mumbling. "Tom, can we come in?" "No, leave me be!" We heard a responce from inside. "But you sad!" I complained. "I'm fine! Just go."

I stood up. "Please..?" Silence. "...Fine." I grinned when the door opened, revealing papa. I hugged his leg, but he pulled me away. He did not like hugs, I could tell. "Don't. Touch me." He said harshly. I still kept smiling, just a softer smile.

"Tom, Tord said you were crying, is that true..?" Eddie asked him. He glared down at me, showing me a face 'You told the, didn't you?'. I just looked up at Mattie who gave me a smile. "No, it's not. I'm fine." Dad answered him. "Then can you go somewhere with us? "Like where?" "I don't know. The park?"

Papa stayed silent for a while as I was looking at him with a hopeful expression. He groaned. "Fine, the park sounds fine." "Yay!" We all got ready and left the house. I took dad's hand, but he slapped it away. I frowned, feeling guilty. 'Is it something I did?'