~Tomtord Love Story~

1

Tom was sitting in his room like a lonely horse eating its hay alone. He sighed loudly because he's a freaking drunkhead. The eyeless boy stood up from his bed (which he was sitting on cuz he's so lonely XD) and left the room. He went to the dining room where there was Macaroni all over the floor.
"Matt fukin dropped his kraft dinner everywhere!1!!1!" Edd growled like an angry dog that hasn't been fed in days.
"Well screwdriver him." Tom frowned like a sad horse.
"U no what Tom? For your meanness, you gotta walk Garfield today. He ate too much lasagna and he's obese." Edd stomped in the macaroni, causing him to slip. Oopsies he's so clumsy X3
"Hahaha, you're stupid." Tom laughed loudly.

Suddenly, Garfield zoomed over like a vampire sprinting to Zellers. He gobbled up the macaroni like some weird Banshee on crack.
"Yum yum in the tum." Garfield smiled and got 50 pounds heavier.
Edd stood up with rage and put Garfield in a wheelbarrow.
"Walk time." Edd said wiggling his eyebrows like some weird dude talking to an obese cat.
"Fine u green booger." Garfield replied sadly.

Tom grabbed the handle of the wheelbarrow and pushed Garfield out of the house. It was a spicy day outside and Tom sweated under the scorching heat waves. Garfield was gonna be a cooked turkey soon so Tom charged to a shady place.
"Where da hell are we???" Tom asked the fat orange cat.
"Zellers." Garfield replied in a garfy voice.
"Fucc." Tom frowned.

This was his old enemies favourite place to shop. It was mega shady in both ways. Garfield barfed up the macaroni onto the Zellers.
"Oopsies I'm so clumsy!" Garfield giggled.
"It's k." Tom replied still thinking about that smexy rival.

Wait no! Not smexy! //UwU// Evil, Gross, poopy, garfy, dumb, enemy! Tom frowned to himself.

Suddenly, a man exited Zellers. Tom only saw the red hoodie and he knew...

It was Tord.