Found A TomTord FanFiction

Chapter 6: Epoch

Everyone makes mistakes, I've had more than my share, but it's ok 'cause I'm gonna repair it.

Tom looked up to see the person who said his name and he was astonished when he saw it was Tord. His expression changed quickly though, standing up while wiping his tears off to the best of his ability he stared at Tord.

There was a moment of silence until Tom opened his mouth to speak. "Why the hell didn't you come to the fucking park earlier? You planned this didn't you?" The brit bellowed although his voice shook through the whole time he spoke.

Tord looked sorry, he didn't mean it. "I'm sorry, I had to go home really quickly because I had to take my medication. Please don't be mad at me, I'll make it up to you, come on." He promised, tilting the umbrella so it fell over Tom's head.

The brits gaze softened a bit and he stepped closer to Tord, trying to make it so the other one didn't get wet. "I still hate you." He muttered. Tord rolled his eyes and turned around.

"Let's just get you dry, my house is just down the road so it won't be a very far walk." The Norsk told Tom, hearing as the brit began to follow behind him.

"Can't you just walk me back to my place? I don't want to be around you right now, I just want to be alone." Tom contented, wiping his sleeve over his face again.

A humming noise came from Tord instead of words. He seemed... distracted like he didn't hear Tom.

"Hello? You gonna answer my question dipshit?" Tom hissed poking Tords shoulder, noticing the other jumped. He turned to face Tom, his red eyes dull.

"No, if we stay out here for any longer we can get a cold and I'm not in the mood to get sick at the moment." Tord replied turning to get into a driveway of a beige-colored house. Wait, this was the same house that Tom saw people bringing boxes into. Stupid Norwegian neighbors.

Tord walked up to the front door and kicked the door open, noticing how some letters fell out of the side. Kicking them to the side, he shut his umbrella placing it into the little umbrella holder. "Come on this way." Tord motioned him towards a hallway to the left.

They walked past a few doors but they walked through the last one on the left. The room had light gray walls decorated with maps and a poster of the band 'Gorillaz'. His bed was full size with a large gray blanket laying over it.

"Uh... seems homie..?" Tom commented making his way over to the bed to sit down but was quickly stopped by Tord when he grabbed his wrist. "Hey what's the big-" That's when he remembered he was soaked. "Oh uh, right." he shuffled awkwardly.

Tord walked over to his laundry bin and pulled out some sweatpants along with a t-shirt. He threw them over to Tom, watching him as the brit caught them. "Just throw those on, I won't peek, I promise." Turning around he began to hear the shuffles of clothes being removed and the heavy sound of wet cloth slapping onto the floor. "I'll throw them into the drying machine, you can tell your parents you are with a friend in the meantime."

All Tord got as a response was a grunt of understanding. It was a moment before Tom walked over to hand Tord his clothes. "Thanks for uh, drying my clothes." Tom murmured, walking over to the bed to sit down.

"Your welcome and I'll be right back just give me a sec." Tord left, shutting the door behind him. In the meantime, Tom opened up his phone to message his mother that he was at a 'friends'. Sending the message he turned his phone off, now taking the chance to get a better look at Tords room. He looked over at Tords nightstand. His lamp sat there along with a picture frame of four people sat.

An eyebrow raised as he looked at the photo more closely. Tord was much younger in the photo and the other three people, Tom presumed, to be his family. The tallest figure in the photo had hair similar to Tords but it was a darker shade of Carmel and he had sideburns leading towards his scruff. Next to him was a beautiful long blonde-haired lady with crimson red eyes. The next person looked much like her mother except she had short hair along with horns much like her fathers.

The door opened again and Tom glanced over to see Tord. "Ah, that old thing." Tord walked over with a smile, watching as Tom set the photo down.

"Your family seems nice," Tom commented sheepishly. "I don't have siblings." He shrugged, curling his legs up onto the bed. Tord looked at the photo, frowning but quickly began to smile once more.

"Well, they're back in Norway. I live with my godparents right now because my parents 'wanted me to have a better education.'" He quotated, sitting next to Tom. Before the brit could say anything Tord began to speak again. "So why were you crying so much?" He asked quizzically.

Tom flinched and he blushed a bit in embarrassment. "Oh uh well... Let's just say life sucks." Tom put into simpler terms for the other.

"Tell me about it, but seriously you seemed upset, I know you just met me but it's not like I'm gonna spread rumors about your secrets, you can trust me." Tord begged for the information

Tom shriveled up a bit, but he caved in. "Well, I guess a lot of people hate me because of the things I do or the things I have done..." Tom paused, looking at Tord for a moment. "I won't go too deep into it but I've lost a lot of friends in the past few years and it's hard for me to make friends because nobody likes me."

Tord nodded his head, listening to what the other had to say. "Well, I understand why you would be upset at that but do you know why people hate you?"

Tom took a moment to think... well there was one reason people might hate him but Tom had too much pride to admit it. "No, I don't really know why but.."

"Is it because your a dick and you don't want to admit it?" Tord suggested. Tom flinched and sighed in defeat.

"Yea... I just have bad trust issues with others so I just come off guarded... If that's a good way to put it." Tom shrugged sadly.

"Well, maybe I can help you with social skill things I guess. It'll take some time but maybe people will hate you less, how does that sound?" Tord purposed to Tom.

The brit thought for a moment before taking a deep breath. "If it makes people hate me less.. then sure, let's try it."