(Quick A/N. Sorry for not being active, I've had a lot going on. I'm not handling it all too well, but I'll try not to let it effect my writing too much. Thank you all for your support <3)
A few silent hours had past, causing Matt to end up asleep, Jon still curled against his side. Edd was in his room, drawing something or another while Ringo slept in his lap, purring. Tom was still in the kitchen, finishing off his fifth Smirnoff. He chuckled at a thought, leaning against the counter. His face was pink from the alcohol, his words slurred as he spoke to himself.
Tord yawned, sitting up in the bed. He hadn't eaten all day, so as anyone could suspect, he was hungry. Standing, he walked out of the room, humming to himself. As he exited the hallway, he spotted Matt, asleep on the couch with Jon. He gave a questioning look, glancing around in attempt to find Edd. He walked into the kitchen, only to see Tom.
"Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse." Tom growled, shooting Tord a glare. "Go back to hell where you came from, commie." Tord returned Tom's glare, a slight smirk on his face.
"Come, now, Tom. I haven't done anything to you." He smiled, adding, "yet" under his breath.
"Fuck off." Tom leaned against the fridge, hardly able to hold himself up.
"I don't have time for this." Tord muttered, opening the fridge door. "Why is Jon here?"
"Who?" Tom muttered, not really paying attention.
"The neighbor. Jon." Tord grabbed some random container from the fridge, opening it and quickly closing the lid back.
"Oh. Him. Yeah, Edd's letting him stay with us for a while since Eduardo kicked him out." Tord listened, closing the fridge.
"Well, where's he going to sleep?"
"Hell if I know, I was hoping Edd would kick you out." Tom crossed his arms.
"Asshole."
"Says you." Tord growled softly at his response, taking a step towards him. Tom stared at him, glowering.
"Look, neither one of us want him here. How about we work together and," Tord clicked his tongue, tossing his thumb over his shoulder. Tom narrowed his eyes.
"And how do I know I can trust you?" He murmured. Tord took a moment to think, smirking.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to hope I'm not lying. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?" Tord's smirk grew into a wild smile, his eyes glittering. Tom gave a soft growl, biting his lip in thought.
"Fine, we have a deal." He put his hand out, Tord mimicking him. They shook hands stiffly, staring at each other. "But mark my words, if you try anything funny, I'll-"
Edd walked into the kitchen, freezing. "What are you two doing-?" He asked, confused. Tord looked down at their linked hands, quickly pulling Tom behind him and extending a leg, causing Tom to trip and stumble into the table.
"Ah, Edd!" He smiled, putting his hands behind his back. Tom barely caught himself, growling.
"What was that about-?" Edd glanced at Tom.
"Er, just... tripped." Tom gave a slight sneer at Tord at the last word.
"Hah! Classic, stupid Tom." Tord chuckled, giving a smirk. Edd stood there, confused.
"Uhm... okay then." He grabbed a cola from the fridge, retreating back upstairs. Once Tom was sure he was gone, Tom slammed his fist into Tord's chest. He stumbled back, clutching the spot.
"Ow, Tom what the-?" Tom cut him off.
"Asshole, what was that about?" The brit barked, a slight purple hue to his eyes.
"Well we can't have Edd know we're getting along. That'll make him suspicious." Tord stood straight, popping his knuckles. Tom gave a huff, leaning against the table.
"I guess you're right..."
"Exactly." Tord smirked, walking up behind Matt and Jon with a smirk.
"You'll be gone soon enough..."
