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Rules are made to be broken

(Tord x Tom)
• Art credit to echomimus on Instagram•

It was a late summer evening, three boys sitting in the kitchen, playing card games.

"Ha! I won again," Edd cheered, getting up from his chair with a happy grin spread across his face.

Tord just rolled his eyes, throwing his cards on the table. "I'm not playing with you anymore, you always win!"

"Yeah, you must be cheating," Matt hummed in agreement, picking up his cellphone as he started scrolling through social media.

"I'm not cheating, you guys are just noobs," Edd said, walking up to the fridge and talking out a can of cola. He opened it with its significant sound and took a sip.

"Sure whatever," the ginger mumbled, getting up from the chair as well, shoving his phone into the pocket. "I'd rather watch something now, anyway."

"That's actually a great idea!" Edd smiled. "Will you go choose something?"

"Sure," Matt answered with a smile, making his way to the living room, turning on the TV and searching for a good movie to watch.

Edd then took another sip from his cola, glancing at the clock. "I wonder where Tom is so long, it's pretty late already."

Tord looked at the clock too. How long they have been playing?

"Edd, it's just ten, he usually comes home way later," the Norwegian said, rolling his eyes as he got up as well.

"Yeah, but that's when he goes drinking. And I especially forbid that to him after what happened the last time," the Brit said with a frown on his face. It was hard for Edd to forgive to the alcoholic for what he had done. Actually, he had never entirely forgave him.

"You're making a big deal out of it," Tord sighed, walking up to the counter and searching for something in the cupboard.

"And you expect me not to?! Ringo almost died in the process!" Edd stormed, slamming his hand on the counter.

Tord just rolled his eyes. "The lamp didn't even touch her, and you were close to kicking him out. Everyone is reckless when drunk."

"That's why I forbid any alcohol in my house." Edd frowned, crossing his arms on his chest. "Besides, I don't understand why are YOU especially even sticking up for him." He snorted.

"I'M NOT?!" Tord slammed the cupboard door shut and looked at Edd, offended. "I'm just saying you were overreacting, because nothing really happened and you literally told him that if he ever drinks again, he's kicked out of the house. Which was honestly pretty much a jerk move, he's an alcoholic, he will obviously not be able to resist." He snorted, opening a drawer and taking out a cigar, putting it in his mouth and searching for a lighter.

"You say it like if you wanted him here." Edd rolled his eyes, sipping from his cola. Then he noticed Tord grabbing a lighter to light his cigar. "And go out with this, I don't want the kitchen to smell like shit for a week again," he commented in annoyance, waving Tord off.

The Norwegian just rolled his eyes putting both lighter and the cigar in his pocket. "Sure, whatever. And I just thought you two were friends." He shrugged.

"We were. But that was before he started on his drinking habit." The Brit huffed in annoyance. He used to really like Tom, they were in high school, but things changed. And Edd despised alcoholics.

Tord just hummed in response, making his way to the main door. "I'm going on a walk, I wasn't in a mood for a movie anyway."

Edd just turned around, seeing Matt already ready on the couch, a pack of crisps in his hand. "Okay, see you later." He sighed, making his way to the living room.