WARNING! STRONG LANGUAGE AND A PISSED OFF TOM CAT! ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO EDDSWORLD, NOT ME! ENJOY! ;) 💕
Tom's POV💙
'I was young and stupid back then, nothing really scared me. I HATED him. Well, not really. But I thought I did...
Before it happened, when we were just teenagers, we were so close... So young! I don't understand what happened to us...
Now we are actually trying to kill eachother, but hey, I guess time for an enjoyable, sweet flashback...
Before I ruin your innocence.'12 years ago... 15 yr old Tom's POV💙
I fucking hate weekdays.
Not just because of school, but also because of him, Tord.
Yeah, we might have a lot in common, but he's a dick.
Edd and Matt seem to like him... I really don't see how.
I got up out of bed and flung on my blue hoodie and jeans. I really didn't want to wake up, but I had to or Edd would go ape-shit that I was late.
Edd likes to go mum mode when anything happens to one of us. Matt on the other hand, only cares about his face. He does care about us, but he mostly cares about his face. People call him a narcissist, but I just think he's a bit... Challenged.
I finally decided to leave my room and stretch out. It was kind of nice having my own space since my dad was dead and my mum was away at work.
It can be a little bit lonely, but I'm usually alright.
I left the house with a brunch bar in my mouth, and walked to school."Hi Tim!" Matt chimed, smiling widely. "Todd got here before you, but he left to go do something."
"First of all..." I began, fidgeting with my hoodie strings, "I'm Tom and second of all, he's Tord. "
Matt awkwardly smiled and looked at the ground, he probably felt a little stupid, while Edd continued to sip his cola.
"Hello friends!" Tord yelled cheerfully, walking up to the group of us.
"I'm not your friend." I hissed.
Tord nodded in agreement and poked my face.
"Alright shorty." He teased, beaming from ear to ear.
I huffed loudly and slapped his hand away.
"Guys, stop it! We're hanging out at my house after school so you better behave if you want food." Edd threatened, motherly.
Me and Tord groaned while Matt continued to stare at himself in his pocket mirror.
"You know, pocket mirrors actually make you look fatter than in full body mirrors, since they make you look slimmer, but then the wall mirrors are kind of normal..." Matt went on, but nobody was listening.
Edd just nodded in agreement while Tord flicked my face.
"Will you stop that?!" I yelled, slapping Tord in the face.
"Oh, you shouldn't have done that baby blue!" Tord growled back, standing up straight so he towered over me.
I quivered slightly but took a deep breath and tried to stand on my tiptoes, it didn't work out like I planned it to. I kinda looked like a small child trying to take its lollipop back from his parents.
Tord burst out laughing."Shut up arse hole!" I squealed.
"Nah-HahAhHhah- I'm cool-hahHahahHah!" He managed to spit out while laughing.
"Tord, leave Tom alone!" Edd shouted, shielding me from Tord.
I felt like a baby, but I didn't want to see Tord's stupid face laughing at me.
"Alright, alright, sorry Edd." Tord said, wiping a tear from his eye.
"One day I'll win without Edd." I hissed.
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try."
Instantly, I leaped forwards and tackled Tord to the ground. I noticed Tord's shocked face as everyone stared at us.
That's when I noticed the position we were in... And awkwardly stood up to hide behind Matt.
Matt just looked at me in confusion as he fiddled with Snapchat filters.RRIIINNGG
The bell for first period rang as I angrily walked to my first lesson, Tord following behind.
"Fuck off." I whined as Tord sped up to walk next to me.
"Well, I can't really, I'm in your math." Tord winked.
That's when I realized he was sat next to me. Great.
I groaned and held my head in my hands, entering the classroom and sitting on my chair.Tord's POV❤
'Ah, the past... Such a sweet thing...
I never understood myself truly back then... But now?
I'm fine. I'm free.
I'm...'F̶̼̥̗̮̬̱̩͇̙͙͗̌͝ͅi̵̪͚̓̌̃̇͌̃̍̏̚̕͠x̷̦̺̰͓͕̄ȅ̵̢̧̛͇̥͓̙̤̞̱̭͍̯͉̣͌̓͗̍̎̒͜͝d̶̳̯͖́
Still 12 years ago... 16 yr old Tord's POV❤It was a blast annoying Tom all lesson, he reacted so stupid.
I flung a piece of paper at him, it his his forehead."WhAt ThE fUcK cOmMiE?!" He complained, unfolding the paper.
'Made u look ;)'
Tom's face was hilarious. He looked disgusted, angry and confused all at the same time.
I mean, yeah, I do know I am annoying Tom, and I know he calls me a dick, but I do think he's one of my closest friends.
I do have these strange feelings whenever I'm around him, so I compress them with annoying him. I really don't know how to show these emotions properly.
My chest thumps, my hands sweat, and I can't help but smile.
Maybe I have a crush on him? I mean, I don't even think I'm gay... I have two dads, and maybe the way I was brought up made it the norm to like guys. So maybe, just maybe, I am gay, and I do like Tom?
Nah, Tom's a dick."Hey dick head." I smirked, placing my head on my hand with a cheesy smile.
"No." Tom hissed back, glaring daggers at me.
"Its partner work~" I teased poking his cheek.
Tom's face instantly crumpled up like a piece of paper, as he flicked my hand away.
"I am not working with you." He growled.
Now that I think of it, Tom has a lot of animal characteristics. He growls like a dog or hisses like a cat when he gets angry, its kind of funny really.
He is small and skinny so it makes him seem so adorable and- eww, why am I so weird?"I love you too Jehovah's witness."
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AN: In the UK, last year of highschool, students are 15 & 16 :p just to make things a little less confusing for Americans or whoever else is reading this xD.
So this is actually just some backstory of Tom and Tord's relationship before Tom shot Tord with the harpoon 👍 anyways, hope you like my shitty writing. Bai bitchesss😘
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