Teach me, love

Chapter 13

Pat's POV

"So. Did you ever finish Doctor Who like I told you to?" Pau questioned beside me as he began randomly nudging a trashcan with his foot, knocking off bits of snow from the top from doing.

"Nah." I answered. "Not really interesting to me."

Pau pinched up a cheek annoyingly. I didn't react in the slightest. "Ugh. Babe, that show's good, I'm telling you. All honestly, I think you're spending too much time studying and cleaning your bloody house."

"Nice and tidy, Pau. Nice and tidy." I hummed, resting my head upon his. He shook me off in sheer embarrassment, obvious fear from others catching the sight even if the only people back here were those kids Tom got plastered with like a plonker.

"Nice and tidy my ass, dude. Bet that even at- uh.. even at- wait, where do you work again?"

"Rules."

"I bet that even at Rules, you're cleaning all the time. Even on the ceilings and crap."

"Well, Pau, I am a busboy. And my job is to clean tables and make sure they're ready for the-"

"Oh shut up, ner-"

There was a loud clang that erupted from behind us abruptly, forcing the both of our bodies to jump out of surprise in unison. Pau gave me a 'what the fuck was that' look and I thinned my lips once we both turned over to the cause of the racket and-

"Please no be mean- just Tord. Me trip, sorry's."

Huh.

Pau and I shared the same stare of puzzlement while Tord began brushing off the snow from the ground and piecing back together the trashcan's body.

For such an appearance of the boy to pop up here made my mind swirl around in weird perplexity. Normally, at this lunch hour, Tord'll be with Tom in room 345 in some teaching lessons. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do recall Tord and Tom actually being friends now. Tord kept spamming me with Norwegian text messages that I had to input in google translate about how he came over to his house last week. I could imagine how awkward and silent it must've been, geez.

"Oh hey Tord." I greeted, unfazed by how the boy was plucking up multiple, unsanitary pieces of garbage from the ground and returning it to the trashcan.

"What're you doing here?? I already gave you a cigarette yesterday." Pau barked out defensively, as if some Chihuahua was going up against some innocent golden retriever whilst gripping the paws of a German Shepherd.

"Me know. Me doesn't smoking today." Tord rushed over to the bench we were seated. "But Tom is not here's! Waited for many minutes and asked go to see lunch.. ah- lunch eat place but no. I see Ev and purple boy with the glasses, but no. And I remember Pat and you boy and wants know where Tom is. He never tell me he's no here to say."

Yeah, maybe it was a clingy golden retriever who's owner left to go to the store and has been crying by the door fire five minutes. He's got the entire whiney tone and everything.

"Well, did you see him this morning?" Pau decided to ease comfort into Tord's mind.

"Oh, yes. Me seeing him in the morning, but lunch time I still see him no."