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Untitled Part 7

Warning) Escalates quickly.

Tom's pov (Point of view.)

When I woke up, I felt myself hugging something, and I immediately felt my face become hot. Although I was tired, and just woke up, I could see tord's sleeping body right in front of me, and I somehow relaxed, seeing his face smiling as it was just inches from me. I smiled, and nuzzled closer to him, hoping he wouldn't wake up. I didn't want to move from the spot I was in, not an inch. I liked this. I liked being here with him. As I closed my eyes to go to seep, a thought drifted to my head.

'Do I love him...?'

Tord's POV

When I woke up again, the warmth that I had felt earlier had left me, leaving me alone and cold. I sat up, seeing to that tom wasn't there anymore. I got up and put a hoodie on, not caring which one. Well, I guess I should have paid more attention. I walked out of my room, to go down stairs and smell bacon. I saw Tom making eggs bacon and hash browns, paying no attention to me. Edd and Matt, on the other hand, for some reason gave me all of there attention with wide eyes. "Um, tord? What are you wearing?" I was confused as to what they meant. "What do you mean 'what am I wearing'? I wear this every day." I said, clearly confused. "Yes, I guess you could say that, but it's not...well... your color, per say." Realization hitting me like lightning, I look down at my hoodie, only to see blue instead of red. 'Oh no.'

I started to panic, and it only got worse when tom turned around and saw me sprint off to my room. Naturally Tom wouldn't have cared, but he saw a streak of blue and got curious. Tord slammed the door, breathing heavily from panic, when Tom knocked on the door. I panicked even more and hid in my closet, hoping he wouldn't care to look there, but he opened the door, examined the room, then heard me sigh from the closet. you're probably thinking, 'oh why would he sigh?' well it's because I thought tom wouldn't hear me. He did. Obviously. Tom walked over to the closet, not being to loud, and yanked the door open, searching inside wildly. He almost immediately saw me, and his eyes widened. "Um... Tord? Why are you wearing my hoodie?" He asked. Tord was wondering what tom was thinking right now. He had a couple ideas.

Ugly.

Stupid.

Worthless.

Useless.

"Tord? Tord?" Tord snapped from his thoughts and back into reality. "Why are you wearing my hoodie?" He asked again, seeming to get frustrated. "I-I wasn't paying attention to which one I grabbed and didn't realize I put on one of yours." I said, trying to sound not-so-embarrassed. I looked in shock and confusion as tom started to snort, then burst out laughing. "I bet y-your never going t-to get that o-off!" He stammered, most likely from laughing. I started to chuckle along with him, realizing that he was a lot smaller than me, so I was surprised I even got it on, to be honest. I walked out of the closet and started to try and pull it off, but to no avail, couldn't. Tom looked at me, still snickering a bit, and helped pull it off of me. It was quite hard to be honest, and after tom gave one more pull, it came off, but I still went with it.

We landed in a heap on the ground, bushing while tom was holding the sweater up to try and hide his face. He looked astonished, and I could tell why. I mean, who wouldn't be nervous and embarrassed when someone fell on them, chests pressed together, foreheads so close to each other you could feel the heat, and entangled legs? Any one else in our shoes would be internally screaming there head off, like tord was. But what I did next? I will always regret.

I could feel him. I wanted him. I loved him. But he didn't love me. I didn't give up, and a new sensation overcame me, and I inched closer to his face, our lips meeting. The eyeless boy looked up at me, I could feel his gaze burning through me. He was bewildered, to say the least. I wanted more from him, my lust taking over. I swiped my tongue over his bottom lip asking for entrance, but when he declined, my alpha-like instincts took over, and I gripped his arm forcefully. He gasped, and I took this chance to slip my tongue in his mouth. I felt a sudden pain as my tongue started to bleed. The smaller brit struggled to get free, and he eventually found a way. He brought his knee up and kicked my stomach which wasn't fully healed yet, and as our lips separated, he took his chance to get up while I was hunched over. I looked up at him while standing up, and I saw his teary eyes, twinkling in the sunlight from the window. I heard him let out a whimper before bolting out of the room. I started to chase him, wanting to apologize for my sinful actions. I caught up before he went down the stairs and yanked him back to me by his hood. "LET ME GO!" His strangled cry made me loosen my grip, but not enough for him to get away. "I-I'm sorry." I said, on the bridge of tears. "I don't know what came over me." He just stared, his 'eye's' glaring at me. I could feel the hate. I messed up. Bad.

"Just let. me. Go." He hissed, trying to show that he was pissed. "I said I was sorry, tom! I don't know what happened." "Well I do, Tord. You never changed. Every time I was home when Edd and Matt weren't, you'd bring home hookers and random girls from clubs and make-out with them! How do you think that felt one me?! I loved you! But you broke me, you shattered my heart. So, leave. Me. Alone. Please." As tom finished his small outburst, I started to cry. "If that's how you felt, then why didn't you tell me?! I would have stopped!" I shouted back, my emotions taking over. "That's the problem, Tord! I did! You never stopped, you never did! Your just some stuck-up ass who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings!" He shouted back at me. Anger was boiling up inside me like a volcano, ready to burst. "Fine then! You want to know why I never stopped?! It's because I didn't care! I didn't care what you were feeling! Why would I? Your just some stupid Jehovah's witness, no one cares about you because you're an orphaned alcoholic!" With that Tom slapped me straight across the face, leaving a red imprint of his hand on my cheek. "Never." He choked out. "Bring that up." And with that he started down the stairs, slamming the front door behind him. I went back to my room slowly, my heart breaking, step by step, piece by piece.

(A/N) Tbh, i'm really not that proud of this one. But Jesus Christ, 1229 words!? Im on a roll Ill stop now.