Eddsworld stories (Discontinued)

When I run out of ideas:

~Tom's P.O.V.~

  I often took strolls in the evening, mainly because it's warm and cold and beautiful and...  I'm rambling...

  But this morning, I wandered aimlessly until I walked into a park. I wanted to indulge in my secret passion.

  Art.

  I took a seat next to a man with unique hair. I pulled out my sketchbook and quietly observed his features; sketching out the main features of his face.

  "It's rude to stare, y' know, " his thick accent and his acknowledgement of me made my pencil stop.

  "Ah, I'm sorry. I figure I should have asked if I could draw you, Sir, " I apologized.
 
  "So that's what you're doing, " he responded with a smile. "You can continue, I don't mind. I was just trying to catch you off guard."

  My pencil moved. "So, what's your name?"

(Tord, Tom)

  "Tord. And you?"

  "Tom, nice to meet you."

  "Nice to meet you too!"

  "Where are you from?"

  "Norway. I've lived here for two years now."

"Can you tell me something in Norwegian?"

  "Jeg synes du er ganske attraktiv."

  "What'd you say?"

  ~Tord's P.O.V.~

 

  "I said: 'I find you quite confident.'"

  I don't know if he could tell I was lying.

  "I honestly thought you were saying a common insult or something" he smiled and I could feel my face warm up.

 
~Tom's P.O.V.~

  His face got red and hid his face in the book he was holding.

  "What book is that?"

  "I-it's 'Out of the dust' by Karen Hesse. I got it when I visited America last year. It's a poetry novel." He gently handed me the book so I could read the back.

'  A terrible accident has transformed Billie Jo's life, scarring her inside and out. Her mother is gone. Her father can't talk about it. And the one thing that might make her feel better- playing the piano- is impossible with her wounded hands.

  To make matters worse, dust storms are devastating the family farm and all the farms nearby. While others flee from the dust bowl, Billie Jo is left to find peace in the bleak landscape of Oklahoma- and in the surprising landscape of her own heart.'

  "Woah." I gently handed it back.
 
  "Being honest, " he started, "I love poetry books best." A sweet smile spread on his handsome face.
 
  I had to be logical. There's no such thing as 'love at first sight'...

                                   Right?

  Sorry this is so short. Pardon my language, but writers block is a bitch. I've been trying to stop cussing so often. On another note, I'm getting a ukulele. I kinda really excited to play it.

  Well, I'll see you beanie babes in the next part!

-Tom (I've been going by Tom for a while, the fandom is just scary sometimes)