Matt woke up with a soft yawn, arching his back as he stretched. He felt a pressure against his side, glancing over and realizing Jon was still curled into his side, asleep. He smiled warmly, giving a happy sigh and wrapping his arms around Jon's lithe body. Jon gave a small shiver, blinking his eyes open and looking at Matt.
"Oh- did I wake you? I'm sorry-" Matt said softly. Jon shook his head with a small giggle, kissing his cheek.
"No, you didn't." He chirped softly, nuzzling his face into Matt's chest. Matt blushed slightly, smiling and gently rubbing Jon's back.
"Did you sleep well?" The ginger asked, which Jon replied with a small nod, closing his eyes again.
"I felt a lot safer sleeping here than with Eduardo and Mark." He murmured, glancing up at him. Matt just smiled, gazing into his eyes.
"Well, I'm glad. Those two are absolutely horrible people, especially if they hurt such an amazing person like you." Matt booped his nose, giggling. Jon giggled with him, stretching and giving another yawn.
"You hungry?" Matt stood up, looking back down at Jon, who gave a small nod.
"Well come on, I'll let you get something." He walked over to the pantry, opening it up.
"I-I get to choose what I eat?" Jon asked, a hint of excitement and disbelief in his voice. Matt, slightly confused, nodded.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Jon didn't respond at first, running over to the pantry and grabbing a poptart, gazing at it.
"Eduardo never let me have these..." He smiled brightly, glancing at Matt. "I-it is okay that I have this, right-?" Matt patted his head.
"Of course, anything for you, my prince." He smiled. Jon gave a happy giggle, walking over to the couch and opening the poptart. He curled up against the arm, quickly eating it. Matt watched him, smiling softly, but a frown soon formed. I wonder if he really ever ate anything?... probably not, hearing how Eduardo and Mark treated him... He sighed at the thought, grabbing a granola bar and eating it, tossing the wrapper in the trash. Jon finished his poptart a few moments later, giving a joyful smile.
"You like those?" Matt giggled, picking up the poptart wrapper and throwing it away before sitting on the couch beside him and wrapping his arm around Jon's shoulders. He grabbed the remote, turning on the tv and pulling Jon close.
...
Tom sat on Tord's bed, crossing his legs.
"So, how do you plan to do this?" He asked the norsk, his eyes slightly narrowed, as he still didn't trust him. Tord gave a malicious smirk.
"Well, I've got several ideas." Tord said.
"How the hell-? You just found out about Jon like- thirty minutes ago, how do you already have more than one plan?" Tom asked in disbelief.
"Well- they're more of ways to get Edd to kick you out but they'll work with anyone, really." Tord shrugged. Tom shot him a glare, giving a small growl. Tord chuckled.
"But I'm not concerned with kicking you out. Not yet at least, you can still be of some assistance."
"Get on with it or I'm leaving." Tom grumbled, shifting on the bed. "I hate being in here."
"Well we can always go to your room if you're really that uncomfortable." Tord offered, which caused Tom to shoot him a glare.
"Let you in my room? Hah, you wish." Tom crossed his arms. Tord just shook his head, sighing.
"Look, if this is gonna work, we need to work together." He said, looking into Tom's eyes.
"I don't know about that one, commie."
"Thomas, I mean it."
"Don't call me that."
"Then don't call me commie." Tord gave him a stern look, causing Tom to cut himself off before snapping back a remark.
"Fine, what's your plan?"
"Well..." Tord stood, putting his hands behind his back. "I was thinking that maybe we could team up with Mark and Eduardo and see if there's any ah... little secrets that Jon's been hiding." Tord smirked.
"No, I'm not talking to those filthy neighbors of ours. If Edd catches us then, we're dead."
"Well then don't get caught, you dum-"
"I said no, choose something else." Tom glared at him. Tord grumbled in Norwegian under his breath.
"Fine, fine." He sighed, biting his lip in thought and pacing back and forth.
"Well?" Tom asked after a few moments of silence. Tord froze, giving a smirk.
"I have just the plan~"
(A/N) OH MY SWEET JEHOVAHS ON A TUESDAY EVENING I'M BACK HHHHHH. Sorry for such a long wait, school and music has got me upside down. Fucking trig is gr0ss and its hard to write songs when you only get like- 12 minutes to play guitar a week. Anywho~ hope you enjoy <3
