Stuck [TordTom]

"Try Again"

02:46am: Sunday

~Tord's condominium~

After a few hours Edd and the others came to pick Tom up, so I left as well and headed back home. We exchanged phone numbers, half an hour before he left. His apology must've really been a sincere one.

Or maybe he's just doing that so he wouldn't earn a scolding from Edd.

I groan and plop back onto my bed in frustration. I, I really want to be friends with him again but he probably doesn't feel anywhere near my feelings. But he tended to my scars, maybe he actually cares?

Or maybe he tended them so that they wouldn't get infected and so that you'll, live because if you died Edd would be devastated.

I look at my arm and felt tears drop out of my eyes. They fell on the scars and seeped in the wound, which stung so fucking much. "FAEN" I scream before adding pressure on it, which usually distracts me from the pain.

After the pain eased away I saw blood all over my arm and hand, I sigh and head to my bathroom to wash it off. I carefully pat my arm dry, so that I won't scream in agony once again.

After it was dry I looked at the blood stained towel and found it of no use anymore, and tossed it in the bin. I walk back to my bed and plop on my stomach. I turn on my back and stare at the ceiling. I hear a bell notification from my phone which I flinch at. I sit back up and pick up my phone, it was Edd?

Why would he text me, so early in the morning. I read the text he sent, "Hey Tord! Look what me and Tori caught!" Edd sent, which made me slightly confused, as to what he meant and how the fuck he got phone number.

My eyes widened when he sent me a photo of Tom and I casually talking, I slightly blushed at the fact that he caught us talking but calmed down after a few seconds. "Uh, thanks?" Was what I sent in reply. "No problem I'm going to sleep now bye!" He swiftly typed and sent before going offline.

I went to my gallery to check out the photo he sent me. I clicked on the app before a notification popped up before my eyes.  'Your Storage is full please, clear some photos, videos, audio...' And so on. I groan and click the 'Okay' Button.

I click on one album and scroll down in search of useless photos. I accidentally click on one. It was of Tom and I playing in the park, when we were 12. We took selfie of us at the pond. A curve tugged upon my lips as I swiped to the next photo, it was a photo Tom taking a selfie of us while I was giving him a piggy back. I sighed and went to my computer, to save the photos there, instead of permanently deleting them.

~2 hours later: 04:00am~

I groan as I finished inputting all the photos and videos from my phone. I stand up and stretch, hearing a few satisfying pop and crack noises. I unplug my phone from the cable that was connected on my computer. Holy shit it's already 4am.

I decide to head to bed and plug my phone in. I plop on the bed and close my eyes, but before I could drift to sleep I heard another ding from my phone. Fuck.

I groan and sit up before picking my phone up from my nightstand. It was an unknown number, well fuck. I read the text they sent, "Hey is this Tord?"

'First, who are you?" I reply, still skeptic about why a stranger would text me at 4 in the morning. "It's Tom."

He sent, which made me way more confused. Why the hell would he text me at 4am, out of all people.

Tord: Yeah it's Tord, why are you awake so early in the morning?

Tom: I could say the same for you.