Paul & Patryk's Daycare!~(Eddsworld Fan-Fiction)

A Tiny 'Wedding'

*Tord's P.O.V*

I CAN'T BELIEVE TOM KISSED ME! Well, he kissed my cheek. But it was the most wonderful thing! As he left, he turned around and blew a kiss at me. Being me, I fell back, being dramatic. I run over to my parents. "Dad, daddy! Tom kissed my cheek!" My dad turned around and so did my daddy. "TORD!!" My daddy then picks me up and twirls around with me. He then kisses my cheek. I try to pull away. "A-Are you guys mad at me?" They look at each other for a bit. They then look back at me. "Of course not! In fact, I'm proud of you! Tord having his first kiss!" My daddy then sets me down.

A few hours later and Edd and Matt were picked up. I was the only one left. "Alright Tord, time to eat," My dad shouts from the kitchen. I run over to the dining room. "Oh! Oh," I say in disappointment. It was Fårikål(A Norwegian dish. Ya'll are learning about Norway! Not really .-.). My least favorite. I push my plate to the side. My parents were already eating. "Tord, eat," My dad says with his mouth full but covering it with his hand. "Ew, no way. It's Fårikål, and you guys know I hate it!" I cross my arms. My daddy sighs. "Tord, how about this," He pauses. I look up at him, still mad. "If you eat this now, tomorrow you can have waffles for breakfast, does that sound good?" I think. 'Waffles are my favorite, hmmm.' thought to myself. "Okay, but you have to promise!" My daddy laughs and then nods his head. "I promise," I smile and eat my food slowly.

It was time to go to sleep. My parents tuck me in. My daddy kisses my forehead. "Good night, Tord," He says as he shuts off the lights and goes to his room.

*Paul's P.O.V*

I go to our bathroom and close the door. I turn on the shower. I adjust it to the right temperature. I take out my phone and put on some music. I then take off my clothes and get in. I then start to sing.

(The song is 'Can't Hold Us', By Macklemore & Ryan Lewis)

Paul: Yeah! let's go!
Alright, alright, okay, ah, alright, okay
Alright, okay

Return of the Mack', get up, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit
We get up, fresh out, pimp strut walking
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like, Rocky and Cosby, sweater game
Nope, nope, y'all can't copy that
Bad, moonwalkin', this here, is our party
My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way, grown music
I shed my skin and put my bones into everything, I record to it
And yet I'm on, let that stage light go and shine on down
Got the Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style
Money
Stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustling
Chasing dreams since I was fourteen
With the fourtrack, bussin'
Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crush shit
Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin'
We give that to the people, spread it across the country
Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin'
We give it to the people, spread it across the country

Paul (From the other side of the door. A bit muffled): Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us!

I get startled, not knowing Patryk would respond. I shout and like that, I slipped and hit my arm really hard. Patryk then bursts through the door. "Paul! Are you okay?!" I try and get up, but couldn't. He then opens the shower blinds. My face turns a very bright red. "Paul!" He then turns off the water and gives me a towel. I cover the lower half of my body. He helps me up. "Paul are you okay?!" He says lifting my chin. I look at him. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay. My arm is a little bruised, but I'm okay," He then stares at my arm. "No! It's not okay! Look at your arm! It's all bruised!" He rushes out and grabs a bandage. He comes back in the bathroom and wraps it around my arm. He looks down. "Hey, what's wrong?" I lift him up by the chin. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that," I rub his back. "Don't be sorry. Besides, your singing was wonderful," Ending that sentence with a kiss on his cheek. He laughs. Realizing the music was still playing I turn it off. "You want me to help you shower?~" He asks. "Really, Pat?" I look at him with an eyebrow raised. I shake my head, meaning no. "Nah, I think I'm done with showers for a bit," I laugh.