So uh,, hi. I'm cringing so hard at this fanfic, its so edgy holy shit--))
Seriously, go find a better fanfic-))
Tom huffed, tugging at Tord's arm softly, "please.. just put me down already. Your making a scene and I'd rather not draw any more attention to myself.." he sighed, trying to hide his face from the strange looks the two was getting. However, the larger boy in red either didn't hear him or flat out ignored him as he continued walking down the street, to his house.
Upon entering the house, Tom's nose was greeted with the delicious smell of cookies and other baked goods. Through his hazy vision, he could spy a thin, tall man by the kitchen counter. They had a soft looking face, and wore a kind smile. However, it seemed the most prominent feature was the man's large bangs, leading to an elegant ponytail held in a glossy red ribbon. It seems the man was too absorbed in his baking to realise there was others watching, and tord don't seem to want to interfere.
Tom hoped to maybe try one of those delicious snacks later, tugging nervously at his sleeves. It had became a habit for the black eyed boy through the past years, and by now the dirty faded-blue hoodie he wore was frayed at the sleeves and itchy.
Tord snuck past the kitchen, hiding behind a couple of boxes before running up to his room, gently placing Tom down on his bed "hey.. are you alright?" His voice was hushed, as if trying to be soothing but at the same time panicked. Tom just nodded quietly, pulling further at his sleeves and curling up "I could walk just fine on my own you know.." he huffed, feeling slightly more embarassed than usual.
The young boy, much to the surprise of Tom, just shrugged and smiled "yeah, but wasn't it fun to be carried around?". Tom had heard of this type of person before. The man was overenthusiastic, and slightly narcisstic though he meant well. He did seem to have a little hero-complex though. And hey, compared to Matt how narcisisstic could you be?
