Teach me, love

Chapter 16 note

hey I haven't updated at all and i relogged into this account. and these next few chapters have been made three years ago,, my writing has changed tremendously since then... sorry for leaving but im serious when i say that im sorry lol. ill finish this book for the sake of whoever the heck even reads it
again, sorry, but im literally not in this fandom anymore but ill finish it for whatever
i have made a new account though, and it's on ao3 named 'poopbuddypoopbuddy'. i go by there, enjoy.

Tom's POV

"No." I deadpanned to the group of boys who were, unfortunately, my friends that have simply appeared at my doorway. The usual course of Edd, Matt, and Tord, along with the acceptance of the two lovebirds of Pat and Pau all heading my every answer.

"Tom, come on. You know you have nothing else better to do." Pau insisted and I forced a sniffle through my plugged up nostrils.

"I'd rather stick my dick in an ant hill than hang out with you guys on Christmas Day." I barked with angry eyes.

Edd rolled his own before checking the time on his phone. "I told you guys he wouldn't wanna go."

"Edd, come on, he just needs a little more persuasion." Pat held a hand for the halt of words. He brought his attention back over to me with sweet smiles to my pale frowned lips. "Tom. Buddyyyy-"

"I'm not going, shitlips. Go away, I'm sick and you're letting the hot air out." A grumble rumbled out as I tucked my nose into a disgustingly used tissue.

"Tom, quit bitching." Pat beholded a death glare.

I took a quick moment to stare with squinted eyes that were laced in annoyance. Seeing as Pat responded in the same way, I shuffled my eyes over to the four other faces, receiving zero reactions besides Matt who averted his eyes shyly. I finally got my look on Tord, all dressed up warmly with that signature horned hairlook that made me wonder how much bottles of hairspray did the guy have to use to make that monstrosity. Our eyes locked awkwardly and to avoid further silence or embarrassment, I turned over to Pat.

"One hour. I'm giving this shit party one hour." I agreed harshly. I stuck an index finger up to interrupt Edd's words that were about to come out of his mouth, "But if any of you get sick, that's not my fault."

Bit by hesitant bit, they all sluggishly nodded. I forced some kind of a smile upon my lips before releasing the doorknob in hand to close upon all their confused little faces. They'll just have to wait in Pat's car, because it's a tornado in this household. I chuckled for a moment at their reaction then proceeded to my room where I sorted through the many unused clothes that were cluttered up in my closet. It was obvious that the green hoodie wasn't a fair match for the absurdly harsh freezing whether outside, so I was going to have to brush off the five pounds of dust off of my actual winter clothes.

Ah. Christmas Day. Everything about this stupid and useless holiday is always such a drag. Where you can't even go outside without being met with the overly joyful neighborhood decorated with blinding lights and fake deers atop of roofs. Where every social media and Tv commercial is flooded with gifts and presents for those who would just love to waste their money. I can't go one day without hearing at least one Christmas song upon my phone or television screen.

Soo.. it was kind of a great big plan for me to intentionally get sick- ah, okay okay, maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, I know, but I was able to skip school so I wouldn't have to deal with the nuisance of stupid comments and questions of the holiday.