mended (tomtord sequel)

four

who's excited for christmas?

tom gazed at his ceiling, the only thing illuminating his dark room being the streetlights shining through the half-opened curtains. he sighed and lifted an arm over his head to gaze over the scars on his wrist. in all honestly, they were getting better. the red color had gone and they basically blended in with his skin. sometimes, when stressed, he'd lightly run his fingers over the small bumps that were just barely there.

"stay alive, stay alive, for me.." tom sang under his breath, eyes lidded. he hummed the rest of the tune and turned his head to look at his alarm clock. the harsh neon letters read 10:47 pm. he rolled his nonexistent eyes and turned to look at the ceiling again. he couldn't sleep for some reason, so he decided to lay there quietly.

as expected, tom's mind wandered to the thought of tord. ugh, that little...

tom sighed.

i guess i can't really call him a prick anymore. he's trying his best.

"but matt and edd can't find out." tom whispered to the empty room. he dragged a hand down his face before examining the back of his hand. they'd kill me.

the feeling of his phone vibrating next to his leg
made tom gasp in surprise. he flushed in embarrassment despite being the only one there, picking up his phone anyway and checking what the notification was. it was a text from... tord, of course.

tord: hey, tom. are you awake?

tom: yes, why

tord: i wanted to know if you wanted to hang out tmrw?

tom's blood ran cold and he narrowed his eyes.

tom: like doing what?

tord: haha i was hoping you'd figure that out

tom: well idk

tord: um how about we just catch up on things? im sure stuff has happened in the past year

tom: okay..

tom: where

tord: my house? i got a new place, its not the old one

tom: could you not clean the bloodstains off the floor?

as soon as tom sent the message he smacked himself on the head and sighed. yet, for some reason, he felt a spark of satisfaction when the three typing dots popped up for a moment, then disappeared. it took a minute for tord to respond.

tord: sorry

tom: i'd rather not meet at your house. lets meet at the park and we can walk

tord: okay. is 6 good? i kno you have work

the statement made him grimace.

tom: yea, bye

tord: cya

with a heavy sigh, tom placed his phone back down and ran a hand through his hair. why did tord have to come back and ruin everything?

this fucking sucked.

~timeskip~

tom dragged himself into his bedroom as he arrived from work. instead of coming home with him, matt and edd had gone off to do some grocery shopping.

he threw down his bag and flopped face first on his bed, comfort enveloping him.

until he remembered he had to meet tord.