Dear Starboy (a rewrite)

The Norwegian Cat (REWRITE)

A drunken voice came from bellow, stirring Tom from his sleep, which he never got enough of. "TOM GET YOUR LAZY FUCKING ASS UP! THE NEIGHBOURS MOVE IN TODAY!"

Kicking his legs off his bed he sighed "I'll cook breakfast in a bit!" This was his routine, stay up till his dad passed out, clean him up and put him to bed, tidy the house, do his homework, eat, shower, sleep. Then in the morning, he got up at 5. When his dad was awake having only passed out at 2 am. His dad would soon be drunk again. Then came breakfast. His dad got bacon and eggs, his toast. Then he'd pack his bag and leave early for school to avoid bullies that inevitably caught him and beat him up. Not like they cared. And the school always passed off the marks from his dad as from the bullies.

He stood and stretched, today, however, was a Sunday. His last day of temporary freedom. He grumbled as he pulled on his blacktop and walked out to cook food.

Stepping down the stairs he began the other hell that he called home.

Later, just after Tom had put dinner in the oven was when the neighbours arrived. Not like Tom cared. He had bruises and cuts to tend to. Once he finished cleaning a nasty one left on his shoulder, he'd had a bottle thrown at him for being 'to slow and loud.' He sat and pulled out his bass. He hummed as he played, mumbling the lyrics

Then a Norwegian accent pipped up "I Like That One. What's the name, ocean eyes. You're an amazing player!" Then a small giggle.

Tom, of course, had been zoned out so when he looked to where the voice came from, the window he just saw the cat. "Did, you just talk?!"

Then the pretty giggle sounded out again, for a whole minute. "I'm pretty sure I'm not a cat kitty-boy!"

Tom stood and walked to the window, black orbs landing on the speaker. A small male around his age, he wore pastel, a light pastel pink jumper hanging off his shoulders. He also wore bangles, rings and lots of silver necklaces.

He sat in the opposite window sill with one leg up, his baggy thin flare like bottoms where a dark blue, with glitter, making it look almost like the night sky. But what stuck out the most was his odd coloured eyes. One red, one silver. Honestly, Tom loved it, he thought it was cute. But he's going WAY to fast.

"I'm Tord! Neighbouring astronomer, potential friend and now apparently a talking cat." The male, Tord laughed again. That's when Tom noticed his horned hair. He smiled, this boy was really unique

"I'm Tom."

"Nice to meet you, Kittyboy."

((HOLY SHIT THIS WAS A LONGER ONE FOR ME! 469 WORDS! Anyway! Our first rewritten chapter! Thank you for reading! ))
*funny base an, this chapter was written to paper planes, with Thorfrid singing along as I typed. I might try writing when this happens again, it seems to help with length*