Moonlight | Tom x Tord | Eddsworld AU

Chapter 1- A Warm Autumn Day

Tom Wrenwell, an anti-social, anxious 13 year old boy, sat at the branch of the tree sketching out the park on the other side of his gate. The Autumn leaves fell onto his head accompanied by a warm breeze as he scribbled the lines onto the thin paper of his sketchbook. Usually in England, it was cold, rainy of sometimes there was even hail.

Whenever Tom felt lonely he'd sit down at a branch in his backyard, the grass on the ground was always damp (even if it hadn't rained), and stare at the playground across the gate and imagine himself playing with the people their. Not the little children playing, but the ones around his age that had been dragged there by their parents. Seeing the little kids, and even the odd pre teens like him, playung or chatting with their friends uoset Tom. Was it jelousy? No. Tom had friends. Like... his pencil and eraser... no. Tom didn't like thinking about how lonely he was so he just focused completly on his pencil circeling and lightly drawing on his white paper

Tom looked up to see the next line he would have to draw to finish his sketch of the playground he was working on. To his suprise he noticed a brightly dressed boy playing on the monkey bars. He looked around his age, which was strange because usually there was only children 9 years old at the highest playing there. He wore a bright red hoodie with bkack shorts and had a strange horn-like hair style. He looked like a bubbly person who would be into strange things, like anime or superstions. Usually kids around that age would be able to touch the ground, but this person's height looked shorer than average. Tom didn't anything of except that it was strange and went back to drawing

A few moments later Tom looked back up to see what next, only to see the strange boy staring at him smiling. Tom akwardly smiled a waved at the brightly dressed boy. The boy waved back and gestured for Tom to come over to him. Tom was about to guiltly shake his head, declining. Bu before he could the boy smiled. It was one of those quirky smiles that you just can't say no to.

Tom stood up and brushed the pencil shavings and eraser bits off of his saturated, multi shaded, blue hoodie and anxiously walked towards the boy.

"Hiiii!!!!" The boy exclaimed rushing towards him
"Umm... hi" Tom said. His tone almost the opposite to the boy's. It wasn't monotone or sacastic, more like akward and confused.

"I'm Tord! Tord Lanceson!" 'Tord' exclaimed brightly
"Uhh... Tom Wrenwell."
Tord placed his index finger on his chin, thinking before saying;
"Thomas? I like that name- I think it's cute!"
Tom was flustered by the last part but managed to blurt out,
"It's Tom!"
"That's what i said silly! Thomas!" Tord, knowingly, annoying Tom. The red hooded boy chuckled at the thought of a cute boy like Tom being annoyed at him.
Tom grunted before noticing a backpack Tord had been carrying around. Actually, now that he thought about it, Tord had that bag right under his feet  when he was playing on the monkey bars.
"Hey, what's that for?" Tom nosely asked, pointing to the bag.
"Oh-uhh... nothing" Tord quit obviously lied. Tord was a bad liar, and he knew so he decided to change the subject
"Mind if I come in?" Tord pointed behind Tom to his backyard.
"Uhh... yeah sure" Tom opened the gate and gestured for him to walk in with his hand, allowing the  Norwegian to come in. (Tom already figured he was a Norwegian from his strong accent.)

Tord immediantly sprinted instead of walked to Tom's sketchbook, staring at the amazing art in awe.
"Oh my... holy kermit!... THIS IS AMAZING!!" Tord held the opened page uncomfortably close to Tom's face.
"It... it's really not..!" Tom argued. In reality Tom was really proud of this peice, I guess, not having any friends until now, Tom... craved attenton

Tord's ear-to-ear grin dropped to an angry, dissagreeable faced
"Yes... it... is" It had almost sounded like Tord was threatening him so Tom agreed
"Okay, okay thanks!" Tom sat on the ground, crossing his legs, in the middle of the backyard with Tord. One singular tree stood almost 4 meters behind Tord, the gate 4 or 5.away from Tom.

...

Both boys sat in silence, thinking of what to say. Neither good conversation starters.

"Hey! I have an idea! We don't know each other too well yet, right? Well how about we say things we assume the other is or likes!" Tord's idea was actually pretty good.

"... okay! Me first. I think you're a bubbly 12 or 13 year old boy who likes weird superstitious things and stuff like that." Tom thought aloud

"Eh, close. I'm 12 years old, guess I am pretty bubbly, hehe! And not superstious stuff- but i think the moon's pretty cool!" Tord corrected Tom

"MY TURN NOW! I think your a 12 year old boy who likes to draw. OH and i thnk you're one of those popular kids at school- but one of the nicer ones!" Tord guessed.

"Wow you're wayyyy off. I'm actually 13 years old but I do like to draw (kinda obvious though) and thanks, but i'm actually fairlly un-popular" Tom guitly admitted.

Tord's face was the most suprised Tom had ever seen in his life. Even more suprised than when Matt, a popular kid at school, learnt mirrors weren't just clones of yourself, and just a reflection in glass instead.

"WHHHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?" Tord rubbed his temples trying to process what Tom had just informed him.

"You at least have other friends though, right?" Tord asked trying to wrap his head around all this.

"Actually no... you're pretty special if you manage to make me popular!" Tom rested his head on his hand with his elbow on his knee.

Tord stood up and paced back and forth, still trying to comprehend this.

Tom chuckled at his actions and stood up to calm him down.
"Tord, it's okay- it just makes you more special, if you're my only friend." Tom tried.

"Tom! Dinner!" Tom's mother yelled from inside the house.
"Oh I gotta go, so sorry Tord!" Tom walked inside before hearing
"Okay. I'll be back tomorrow, so you can't just get rid of me like that" Tord smiled his quirky smile, picking up his bright backpack and walking back out.