Dear Starboy (REWRITTEN)

Safe Haven

'Bzzt. Bzzt.' The ever annoying noise of Tom's phone buzzed obnoxiously under his pillow. He let out a husky groan and stretched his limp hand under his pillow. He clicked his phone on to life and squinted at the screen, trying his best to ignore the buzzing that didn't seem to want to give up on him and the black spots that invaded his vision.

'9:20 - Maths exam today' His phone read after Tom clicked at the top of his phone to finally end the buzzing. He slammed his face back into the previous dent he had formed in the pillow while sleeping. He then forcefully pushed himself out the warmth of his bed sheets.

Tom sluggishly hauled his body over to his drawers, scanning all his clothes for what he was going to wear for the day. His hands viciously tore at the different garments before grabbing the what he was actually going to wear.

Tom's hands were quick to pull his shirt off and discard it as his fingers nimbly buttoned up his new one. The silk fabric was heavy in his hands as he tightly wrapped the tie around his neck and yanked it into a knot. It took him less than five minutes to get dressed and style his hair into his trademark updo. Which is spiky and looked threatening enough to scare those wanting to be social.

Tom didn't bother with his breakfast today, not even a snack to binge on. He was way too stressed out today. After all, he did have an unprepared math test waiting at school. The test was going to brutally decapitate his body then murder him with a blow to the head.

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Tord was by his window as usual. He skillfully flicked up dark ruby cherries and caught them in his mouth. To him the cherries were a luxury, simply blissful. He felt relatively peaceful this morning for some odd reason. It wasn't that he never felt that emotion, it was just really calm and quiet that morning.

Tord's morning schedule looked a little like this, 6:30 awake, 7:00 watch kittyboy get ready, 7:30 watch kittyboy leave, 7:40 get dressed, 8:00 parents leave house, 8:20 beauty routine, 8:40 nap, and 9:40 eat cherries. His next plan was to make some fluffy almond pancakes but his train of thought was shattered by the splintering sound of a door being slammed.

Tord spun his head to the window of the neighbouring house, missing his cherry which promptly bounced off his button nose and on to the ground. Apparently, Tom had arrived home and looked, well the best way to describe it was terrible. His hair was completely messed up, slightly matted, It most likely had been grabbed or balled into a fist, his clothes were entirely creased, his jeans were chalky white up the side, his tie was loosely hanging over his broad shoulder, and his top two buttons were undone. Sweat also patterned his face, red cheeks, and rolled in droplets down his neck.

Tord dreamily gazed at him. The only thing he could think of was how the modern male model looked with the whole disheveled style. He had to push his fantasies aside and help his 'friend'.

Tord plucked up a cherry by its browning stem and aimed it at the window panes. Tom lazily looked up at the window but just shook his head. He seemed almost sad. The faintest trace of fear lingered on his lips.

Tord lightly pushed open his own window. "Kittyboy?" Tord asked Tom with a very concerned tone expelling from his lips as he spoke to Tom. Tom made an expression that made it look like he didn't want to see Tord. That only made Tord worry more about Tom.

"I'm not in the mood, Tord." Tom said before he got quiet and pace around his room. He kicked at his wooden bed post. Then, he swiftly laid down into his bed and screamed into his pillow. Tord patiently sighed. He chewed on a sweet cherry and blocked out tom's whining.

"Um. Tom, quick question."

"Tord I already told you I'm not in-"

"Why are you home?"