(here's a draft i started a couple months ago but never finished, enjoy haha)
"therefore, danny davito was truly god in a past life," tord concluded, clapping his hands together proudly.
tom laughed with his lips turned upward, his cheeks flushed from the bitter winter weather. he pulled up his blue scarf over his mouth to try and warm himself up. he shifted, the roof of tord's red truck creaking under him.
"what about jeff goldblum?"
"jeff goldblum? what does he have to do with anything?"
"well he did survive the dinosaurs at jurassic park, so wouldn't that make him more superior? he could just ride into the battle ring with his dino army protruding behind him; stomping davito in an instant," tom crossed his arms and looked back into the sleepy night sky.
tord giggled.
"eggs, tom. the eggs hold some sort of godly liquid that give him his abilities to surpass hercules."
"you're an idiot," tom scoffed, still smiling.
"yes, but this idiot just made an argument against your claim that has declared me as the champion of this intellectual conversation!"
tord stood, the car rocking carefully beneath his feat. the boy threw his arms up into the air and shouted with victory, laughs tying in with his tarzan yell.
tom couldn't help but laugh at tord, who never failed to be a smart idiot at all times. he was just a blonde genius with glasses who said stupid shit from time to time; nothing new. this stupid idiot always rubbed his findings in tom's face like it was a dead animal; it made tom cringe at the thought of it.
"admit defeat peasant! i rightfully have won!"
helpless, tom put his hands up in defense.
"you're right, i lose. i always lose."
"haha! now you have to buy me volume 3 of the boku no pico manga i've been meaning to get my hands on!"
he blushed.
"are you kidding me tord?! why do i have to owe you!? just because your dads track your credit card doesn't mean i have to go and buy all your dirty shit!"
"but it's boku no pico, help a fellow horny teen out, dawg," tord joked.
tom chucked tord's red hoodie at him, the clothing landing on his face. the boy backpedaled and was now on the floor with a broken ass. tom was laughing like a maniac. tord groaned in weeb agony.
"that's what you get, you perv."
"why am i the perv?" tord teased. "last time i recall, you were the one who wanted to do slave roleplay last time we had se-"
"shut. the. hell. up," tom screeched with embarrassment. "i was drunk."
"dude you drank apple cider that night," tord laughed. "you were pretty conscious the entire time so i doubt that."
tom couldn't say anything; he was furious, he was blushing, he was a gay mess.
"now will you buy it for me?"
"..."
"is that a yes?"
"..."
"i'll take that as a yes."
"screw you."
:)))
