Tom POV:
I stared up at the ceiling, my words echoing in my head. I kept thinking back to the day Tord had came back, took my room ( his old room), brought out a giant robot to take over the world, and blew up our old house.
I grunt and turn over on my side, that jerk. Thought he could come back, pretend everything was fine and take over the damn world. How ridiculous, that's not possible. I don't eve- THUD. I jerk up, my widow was open and the smell of cigar smoke wafted up my nostrils. Not possible, I look around and my soul less eyes catch onto another pair of eyes. " Hello Tom "
( flaaaaaashbaaaaack)
This Norwegian boy insisted on tormenting me. I couldn't stand Tord, with his stupid red hoodies, his stupid hair, and his beautiful gre- WAIT what was I thinking?!?? I despised him! He annoyed me, yet I couldn't bring myself to believe my own hateful thoughts. I didn't realize I actually liked him until he eventually left us. I couldn't bring myself to say anything but, that we weren't friends. I hated myself for those words, I was, just so conflicted and annoyed. Maybe if I had told him, how I felt, he wouldn't have left. I...I just don't know anymore.
( ENNNNDDDD)
Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. " W-What are you doing here?!?" I asked, trying my best to keep my voice to a minimum. He smiled and walked up to me, " would you believe me if I said I came back to say sorry?" He asked. I of course shook my head and muttered no, which earned an annoyed look from the Norwegian.
" Typical." He mumbled, slightly glaring at me.
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Im No Good For You ( TomTord fanfic )
ФанфикWhen Tord comes back, Toms reduced to a even more drunk pile of garbage. Feelings overwhelm him as of memories come back. He doesn't want Tord to know. As he pushes Tord away he realizes, he might not be the only one hiding feelings.
