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Why Thomas? (Extremely Short)

(Tom's POV)

"Aye, commie! Where's the remote?" I call behind me.
"It's next to you, Thomas." Tord says with a bored tone.
"Thanks...and don't call me Thomas!" I hiss.

"Hey, Sunshine Lollipops...Edd was asking if you wanna go out today?"
"Sorry, tell Edd I'm busy, Thomas."
"Fine. And what did I say about calling me Thomas?!"
"Not to, but I never listen to you, so why should I start now?"

"Fucking- Tord! Did you take all the bacon?"
"Is that really a question, Thomas?"
"Of course you did- and stop calling me Thomas!"
"Whatever you say, Thomas."

I can't fucking take it anymore. I walk up to Tord and tap his shoulder to get his attention. He turns around with a questioning expression.
"Tord, why do you always call me Thomas? Not Tom?" I ask him with a curious voice.

"Well, Tom in Norwegian means...empty. And I really don't think that describes you at all." He says thoughtfully. "Honestly, even though you seem it to others, you're the complete opposite of empty." I make a confused hum.

"I mean, you're so full of life, full of emotion. The way you smile, genuinely and full, it always lights up the room. When you sing and play your bass—"
"Susan," he rolls his eyes.
"The way you play Susan, it just fills the room with life and movement from the music."

He hums in thought.
"Tom doesn't suit you. It doesn't fit how you act. At least, not anymore. I don't like calling you 'empty' as a name." He says, looking into my 'eyes'.
"Does that answer satisfy you?" I nod, a small smile gracing my lips.

"Thanks,"
"Of course, Thomas."

I let him call me Thomas.

a/n:
sorry this is really short, I just wanted to get this down quickly. I was thinking about making it into a comic, but I don't have the time right now oops—
maybe I'll make it in the future.