TomTord °☆

~Part 1~

~Nobody's POV~
It was a sunny day out today, Tom had been sleeping still while Tord was in the kitchen making breakfast, 10 Minutes later Tom had woken up out of his slumber and walked out of his room after waking up- as he walked out from his room he had made his way to the kitchen, due to him smelling a delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

~Toms POV~ (ah yes here comes the weirdness)
As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed Tord making breakfast, but I had just ignored it and just walked over towards the fridge, placing my hand onto the handle of it. "Morning Commie," I said as I used my other hand to wave at him slightly. "Good morning Jehovah." He had said back to me, as he flipped a pancake in the pan he had in his hand. That damn commie always wakes up so fucking early just to make breakfast, i opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff, making a tink sound as I did so. I happened to speak again to the commie "Soooo, How did you sleep last night?," I said as I leaned against the counter top and fiddled with the cap of the Smirnoff bottle.

~Tords POV~
I glared at the jehova as I held my spatula in my right hand, "My night was... pretty good?," i lied... I stayed up all night thinking about Tom... he then responded with a simple "alrighty then," and after he said that he twisted the cap to his Smirnoff bottle, he's already drinking this early?... I said to myself, I then happened to blurt out "Your already drinking this early Thomas?" Oh fuck- oh fuck! Why did I blurt that out?!? I started to panic inside of my mind. He then spoke to me, giving me a confused look "why do you care?" How the fuck do I think of a reason?! Think Tord- Think, i thought to myself- and then responded to him "I don't care- I'm just asking why you
are drinking so early," I then noticed he walked off, "jackass," I mumble to myself. And I just spin the spatula in my hand.

(TBCC!!Woah 367 words, teehee)