Tords pov: HAVEING A ARGUEMENT WITH PUAL AND PAT :'C
"YOU KNOW WHAT!? I FUCKING QUIT! FUCK THIS ARMY!, FUCK YOU!, FUCK YOU,! GOD DAMN IT! YOU ARE THE WORST SOLDIERS EVER! ...NO WAIT! LET ME CORECT MYSELF! 'THE WORST DADS EVER!?" I shout ... pat crying and hugging Paul at the same time I go over to my desk packing my stuff" s sir.." Paul starts damn..." that's tord to you DAD" I shout walking out my what used to be my used to be office ...I sigh....I a monster..to my family and my friends... I think before walking away.....I walk out of the secret base...and walk through the neighborhood I never see cuse I was always looked up in than god forsaken place...."Jeg skulle ønske dette aldri skjedd ..." I mumble in Norwegian... I look to my side and see a bar...."heh ...... jeg savner deg tomas ..." I mumbles. w why am I thinking of damn Tomas . I ask myself " jeg har ikke noe imot å drikke for litt?"I say to myself and walk into the bar and put one finger up " one Smirnoff...." I say in my heavy accent the bar tender looked at me and gave me a glass I give him 19 pounds in return... I have a drink heh if Tomas saw me drinking this he'd say it was his....I think but Tomas is right....it really dose get rid of your bad thoughts/problems...I drink a little bit more and smirk Tomas is really the charmer isn't he?....he always speaks his thoughts....well unless they need to be privet...I understand why.......his holeless eyes....and that butiful blue sweater ,looks so good on him.....push...I wish I could pull a blue hoodie off...but black and red are better I suppose...."
dumme jehovah ...."I say under my breath I drink a hole glug of Smirnoff almost drinking the hole thing and push it the other way on the bar counter "jeg bør gå..." I say to myself... I exit the bar and fell some drunk man form behind me and shove me into the the door before fully exiting who the the FUCK dose he think he is!?i think rudely....but he must be drunk and see him cross the road and look at him for a bit ...he has familiar body structure ...tough muscle..but skinny ... his hair...strangely pointy and a tan skin coat he was wereing a blue hoodie and some stitches on his hoodie to patch it up.... as he was crossing the road and...A CAR!? ITS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR HIM! I GO OVER AND PUSH HIM TO THE SIDE TO THE OTHER SIDE WALK "PASS PÅ!" I yell watch out in Norwegian "ah...what the hell?...."
the man with a fimmiler voice says and rubs his head I quickly put my hood back on the guy opens his eyes... h he has none....oh my god it's tom! I panic and get off of him "UNNSKYLD, UNNSKYLD! Jeg jeg bare var du!" I yell in Norwegian not recognizing at first and a flusterd mess... Tomas looked at me in confusion...."a er du norsk?"Tomas asks...I I forgot he can understand m me...and only me..."du høres ut som en frenemi av meg ..." he gets up ....gee thanks Tomas...."jeg kan snakke-English To- person..."I just realized I had almost called him Tomas...shit..." oh... pish .."Tomas starts walking away" Lame accent..."Tomas says damn...he just like to piss me off dosent he?... he looks at me with his chill/fuck off/ I don't care face ....I gulp....he turns around and takes acople steps towards me...My cover Is been blown....
Then "var så dum tord ...."
Tomas?......
