The Silence Of Screaming

The Apartment Cleanup

-Tom's Apartment Building-
3rd Person POV
Soon enough Tord and Tom arrived in front of an apartment building. Tom waited for Tord to catch up to him as he stood in front of the front door to the old Victorian rectangular house with many windows that indicated there were about 3 floors meaning there would be around 15 people that lived in the apartment building, Tom being one of those 15. Tom opened the door the second Tord caught up to him, Tord entered the lobby room and there was a long hall, there was a stair case to their right and connected to the wall next to the stair case was two glass elevators. Across from the elevators were a few yellow chairs and couches as the ground was a white tile with a long yellow carpet that spanned to the end of the hall. The outside of the house being Victorian made the inside's design quite out of the ordinary. Tom pushed the up button for the elevator and the elevator doors opened and Tord and Tom got into the elevator. "So.. how have you been?" Tom awkwardly questioned as he adjusted his vest trench coat.
"Pretty okay actually." Tord continued, "I know you wouldn't believe my lies this so I'll just be truthful with you. I told Edd and Matt that my army kicked me out because of the expenses of my robot arm and the fact that my leader qualities and aim faltered because of the time I spent in recovery"
Tom's empty eyes would convey surprise if they could and Tord could tell he was surprised because of the lift of Tom's eyebrows. Tom scowled at the wall before he remarked, "You lied to Edd and Matt, again, which is no surprise, and you got a robot arm? I'm assuming your army is doing well for themself then which is hard to believe because your 'leader qualities' don't really exist."
Tord retorted his face and put a hand on his chest to empathize he was 'soooo' hurt by Tom's rude words. Tord replied, "How rude coming from a no-life."
Tom muttered in response but Tord didn't hear what Tom said as the elevator door dinged as they arrived at the top floor. Tom walked out of the elevator with Tord following quickly behind and a few seconds they arrived at Tom's apartment. "I wasn't expecting company so it's a bit messy.." Tom uttered.
Tord nodded as Tom opened the apartment door and it looked like somebody hadn't been in there for a few months as the walls had some spider webs on them, the floor was littered with boxes, some weapons ranging from daggers to guns, and bottles of Smirnoff. The tv was off and the blue couch had a blanket on it. There were a few closed blue doors that lead to the rest of the apartment. Tord declared, "My ass hole is cleaner than this room"
"Ha.. Ha.." Tom humored before he walked over to the couch and flopped on to it face down.
"How long ago did you get this apartment?" Tord inquired
Tom groaned, "6 months ago"
Tom clearly felt guilt as to how messy this room is and Tord was impressed that Tom could let a room stay this dirty for that long or in general, because he normally quite literally asked others to clean their shit up. Tord began to pick up the bottles and put them into the trash can. Tom grumbled, "What the hell are you doing, commie?"
Tord rolled his one grey eye before he spoke back almost laughing at his own response, "Cleaning your drunken ass' apartment"
"Lame" Tom replied as he rolled around on the blanket on his couch.
"You gonna help me Jehovah's Witness?" Tord scoffed placing one hand on his hip as he picked up a broken Smirnoff bottled with his other hand and tossed it into the trash bin.
"Why should I, you are practically doing the work for me." Tom retorted as he pulled out a pocket watch, "Plus it's only 5:45 pm."
"Does that mean it's not a good time to clean?" Tord replied with a confused smirk.
"Nah, it means I'm hungry." Tom acknowledged, "Maybe we should go out to eat."
"Are you asking me out?" Tord smirked in a joking tone.
Tom groaned into the couch before standing up, walking over to Tord, and flicking his forehead.
"I'll take that as a maybe." Tord announced.
Tom would roll his eyes if he could. Tom went past Tord and began to pick up the weapons on the floor.
"Oh so now you're going to clean?" Tord grinned
Tom shrugged, "Might as well"
Tord continued to clean up the bottles and trash on the floor whilst Tom picked up the weapons. Tom flipped around a bookshelf to reveal a weapons rack which he laid his guns and daggers onto before turning the bookshelf back around. The bookshelf reminded Tord of the old house and how Edd and Matt were pressing random buttons in Tord's lab right before Tord hit Matt.
Tord sighed as he remembered his mistakes. Tord confessed, "I'm sor"
"Don't even go there commie." Tom bellowed, cutting Tord off before he could say sorry.
"..Do you not want me to apologize?" Tord asked.
Tom shook his head as he unpacked the boxes and placed the boxes' contents where they belong in the room before he put all the boxes in the corner.
-1 hour later-
Tord and Tom were sitting on the couch together laughing at each other's bad jokes before Tom looked at the time and his happy expression soon faded back to his apathetic look. "It's 6:30" Tom continued, "I need to go."
"Can I join you?" Tord simply requested as he finished munching on the chips in his lap.
"I mean I guess, I'm just going to Seth's Pub if you wish to join. I'm meeting up with someone there." Tom admitted before grabbing his keys off the kitchen table.
Tord stood up and followed Tom out the door.
-Small Time skip to the car-
Tom had a dark blue Mercedes-Benz which surprised Tord. "Why do you have a nice car?" Tord inquired.
"Am I not supposed to be able to have a nice car?" Tom retorted.
"Yes I mean no. It just doesn't make sense for someone like you to have a nice car considering your income and whatnot." Tord teased
Tom hissed, "You don't know shit about my income commie."
Tom unlocked the car, there were a lot of boxes in the backseat so Tord sat in the shotgun as Tom sat in the drivers seat and began to drive out of the parking lot to Seth's Pub where neither Tord or Tom would expect it's such a small world.