Teach me, love

Chapter 3

Tom's POV

It was rather uncomfortable to be in the presence of a boy who kept on staring you down. It was like there was no shame in that. As if he didn't get my body language from scooting my chair away from him every time he would blink and sigh. Dude that was creepy.
And especially since after this morning. I don't know whether or not it's a different story in his country or if its his way of saying something, because I didn't want to hop on over to conclusions. But there is something I can confirm, is that I could see a very harsh red across his face and he reeked of coconut. It was fine, just that maybe he should tone it down a bit.

I coughed into my fist, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly, my brain having a full on war to actually say something or wait half and hour for lunch to be over and go home and nap out my feelings. Although, the war soon halted abruptly when the dude next to be began tapping his finger against the edge of the table.

"Yours's name? Me Tord." He muttered sheepishly after a few attempts.

I blinked confusingly in response, because, of course, the guy didn't really make sense. Maybe it had something to do with the incredibly strong against that he possessed and the way he was speaking with his lips sealed. But once translating and analyzing in my head, I turned to him with a small smile.

"Ah, you," I pointed to him. "Are Tord?"
The boy, Tord.. supposedly, nodded, "Vincewood is name's last. No, me last name. Tord Vincewood." He then prodded his finger to mine, the redness on his face growing increasingly before whipping the finger away.
"Yours name?"

"My name is Tom. Rosewood. Tom Rosewood. With, uh, in that order, yeah." I grit my teeth, quickly snatching a paper and pencil that was left behind me on the counter to avoid anymore awkward silence. I wrote down 'Tord Fincewood' at the top, finishing up the paper with different greetings I could teach him.

I wasn't really given instructions except this kid is from Norway and teach him English, so this was really the best that I could do. And besides, maybe it'll shine some good light between the ice and melt it.

Before heading on with the poorly planned lesson, I reflected a little on my ways of doing this. Edd always said that smiles would always make people engage in, well, always make people want to.. well, something about smiling, something like that. Maybe I'm the one who's been doing this wrong the whole time. Maybe it's the face. Or maybe it's the eyes. ..Is it the eyes? Okay, shut up, Tom, it's obviously the eyes but it's gotta be the face too.

I sighed at myself, glancing over at Tord who was erasing the 'F' from the his last name, sloppily carving 'V' as the replacement. "Wrong word." He snickered mockingly, tucking away a strand of hair behind his ear.
My eyes just rolled, flashing a gentle smile to the boy, "My bad, dude." Watching that smug smile disappear from his face was honestly kind of enjoyable. Made my tiny self feel more taller than the actual taller one at the table.

"Okay, Tord, we will learn how to say your name. Is that cool with you?" I smiled, prodding at the piece of paper with wide eyes.

Tord stared at me baffled, blinking in confusion before I sighed, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Your name, Tord, your name. Your. Name. Can you say 'your name' dude?"

Jesus I sounded so stupid.

Tord just bit his lip, glancing off to the side as his inner tomato unleashed once more, "Or.. Name??" He turns back over to the table, tapping at the pencil and then the paper after. "D.. Draw for me? Draw for Tord."
"Yes!" I beamed out.