Found A TomTord FanFiction

Chapter 5: Holy Fucking Shit

I started going out on walks and then it started raining. I guess even our climate agrees with me; that I don't deserve happiness or coping mechanisms, I deserve to layout in the cold and freeze.

Tom was very quick to rush out of school, immediately getting hit by an intense humidity along with dense air. The brit groaned and slouched down, beginning his way to the park.

Tom stopped at one of the crosswalks, waiting for the walking symbol to appear. Tom wanted to get to the park as quickly as possible because it was way too hot outside for his liking. As Tom heard the long prolonged beep he took no time to sit and lollygag.

The brit looked upwards and muttered at the darkening clouds, guess daylight was running short. Tom pulled out his phone and opened it up quickly to text the other.

Tom: Yo, are we still meeting or what?

He stared at his phone screen for a bit before looking up in fear of crashing into a car. Pushing forward, Tom cut across the library parking lot, not wanting to interact with any cars on the way to the park, plus it was much faster.

Tom saw the park approaching and still he got no response from the other. He was not in the mood for this today, if Tord was going to drop out on him last minute and leave him hanging, Tom swore he would shove a stick up his ass.

Tom made his way over to the park, setting his bag down next to the swing post with a thud. He sat on the swings, kicking his legs out then back in slowly swinging back and forth. Where was Tord? Maybe he was caught up doing something was gonna be here soon. A gust of wind hit Tom from behind along with something wet.

Tom only shrugged it off. Suddenly his phone buzzed from the back of his pocket. Tom felt a little bit of hope spark so he pulled out his phone only to see a notification from Discord; it was Trilogy. Tom's throat became a little bit dry as he opened up discord to see what they wanted

Trilogy: Hey Soda!

Soda: What.

Tom felt slightly uncomfortable talking to them. It had been a while since he had talked to the other and the last time they talked didn't go so well so to speak.

Trilogy: Are you still upset at Damian?

Soda: Kinda, I'm more mad at myself because it's kinda my fault I lost almost ten friends lol.

Trilogy: Ah... Well, I just wanted to check up on you ever since no one seems to be talking to you anymore and Megan refuses to even talk about you.

Tom flinched at the mention of Megan and began to type back greeted to a 20% left battery left on his phone. Tom ignored it and began to type again. He did it in a quick fluid motion just wanting to get the conversation over.

Soda: I know you don't want to talk to me cut to the chase already.

Trilogy: Well uh... You don't talk to us anymore so I wanted to ask if you can maybe drop out of the clan? We have someone who wants to join and everyone else besides you even talks.

Tom flinched. He helped make that Clan, he couldn't believe the audacity of these people! Now you might be wondering what is this Clan that they speak of? Now Tom met his old internet friends through a splatoon discord server and Tom's ex, Aura, found that everyone in the group worked well together so they created S.W.N(Splatoon Woomys and Ngyes.)

Soda: I-

Trilogy: Soda, please. Aura made you co-leader and he gave you the responsibility of taking over if something ever happened to him. You had done nothing in the past seven months, if you don't leave we will kick you out by force.

Tom began to respond to something angry but his phone froze. The brit hit his phone but it turned black; it was dead. He hissed throwing his phone onto the mulch. Today was fucking fantastic wasn't it? Clenching his teeth he stared down at the iPhone with enmity. The teen was staring down at it for a moment until he felt a splash of something on his shoulder.

He looked onto his shoulder. It was water. Tom looked up, feeling another droplet hit his face. Before any more water hit him he grabbed his phone, putting it into his pocket. He kept feeling the droplets occasionally splash on him becoming more and more by the second until it was raining.

Why did the world hate him so much? He collapsed onto the ground feeling tears weld into his eyes. 'Stop being a cry baby.' He told himself before wiping the tears off on his shoulder. By now it was pooring. The brit let off a broken sob. He couldn't understand why he was crying. Perhaps it was the fact that he felt so worthless.

First, he lost almost all of his friends almost a year ago. Second everyone in the grade hates him. Third nobody seemed to care and fourth that stupid bastard Norwegian teen didn't even bother to come and tell him that he had to cancel their plans.

Tom put his hands over his head, hoping that would maybe protect him from the overcasting rain. He could hear the voices already. "You're fucking worthless.", "Nobody loves you.", "You can't even get a single thing done without breaking down like a freak.", "No wonder why Dad left you and Mom. You would be too much of an embarrassment for him."

Tom dug his nails into his hands muttering incoherent words wanting it to just stop already. Why him? He didn't deserve this. He kept questioning things until he heard a voice.

"Tom? Are you alright?"

The voice was somewhat low and it had a Norwegian accent to it. The crying boy looked up to see a concerned Carmel haired boy staring down at him with an Umbrella.

Tord.