*no time skip, still laying on the grass*
Tord looked to Tom, the wet grass poking his soft, pale cheek. The Norwegian smiled, even though Tom didn't even see him. The boy in blue's hands rested on his stomach, Tord's suppoting his head.
"We uhh... I should go now, it's getting pretty late..." Tord sighed, sitting upwards.
"Awe... Don't goo..!" Tom accidently blurted out before realising what he'd said and cavering his mouth. He didn't mean to sound childish, that was Tord's job.
Tord chuckled
"I-i'm sorry I didn't mean to s-" Tom started before being interupted by Tord's finger, pressed against his lips, smiling and gesturing for him to be quiet.
Tom blushed, but stopped speaking.
Tord thought, tapping his finger against his chin
"Here, will this help?"
The boy in the red hoodie and yellow cardigan pulled a morone peice of paper from his pocket and scribbeled something on it, before folding it up and handing it to Tom.
"Here." Tom went to unfold the colored paper
"Don't open it yet!" Tord interupted reaching his hand over to Tom's, closing it back up.
"Open it when you miss me, m'kay?" Tord said with an ear-to-ear grin.
"... okay " Tom agreed, shoving the folded paper into the back pocket of his tight jeans.
"Oh! And one more thing!" Tord exclaimed, as though he had forgoten something very important, and to Tord, it was
"Huh? Yeah what was i-" Tom started before being interupted again, this time by a peck on the cheek.
Thoughts spun around Tom's head,
T-Tord just KISSED me!?
Does that make me gay?
Is it still gay if it's on my cheek?
Does it count as a first kiss?
Tom, paranoid, looked down and tried to comprehend what he'd just experienced.
Tord quickly stood up, grabbed his bag, and ran backwards towards the gate. He waved childishly, as though he hadn't just kissed someone.
Tom walked back into his house. He took the paper out from his pocket as he closed the sliding door.
He didn't want to open it.
It made him feel as though he needed Tord. He knew deep down that, of course, he did. But Tom didn't want to admit that. Not even to himself. No, he wasn't... gay. Well that's what he told himself. Not wanting to be reminded of the thought that he got excited when Tord kissed him, Tom hid the folded paper under all his similarly designed hoodies. Every time he looked at it he got more and more tempted to open it.
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Moonlight | Tom x Tord | Eddsworld AU
FanfictionTom Wrenwell, an anxious, anti-social 13 year old boy who passes the time by sketching out landscapes from his backyard meets an over excited, bubbly, 12 year old boy who has Senia Disease. His idea of fun is staring at the bright moonlight from his...
