You're Mine Now (DISCONTINUED) [Old]

Susan And Tommy Bear

Tom Pov:

Tord actually took me outside of the base and brought me to a non-military area!

We walk around London.

Tord hasn't taken over it yet, so it's still as beautiful as it always has been.

Tord had to put on a hat so people don't recognize his famous hairstyle and find clothes that aren't his red hoodie so people won't notice the resemblance to the hoodie in his leader outfit.

I can barely recognize him myself!

So we did good.

So at the moment he's wearing a dark red Breton Cap with some of his hair sticking out in the front, a white shirt with a popular band design on it, a light brown jacket with white fur on the inside, black fingerless gloves, black ripped jeans, and black and white converse shoes.

I put together the outfit out for him, so it looks pretty damn good.

He says he likes it too.

I got to wear my old hoodie today too!

Right how me and Tord are walking down the side walk of London.

AND IT'S FEELS LIKE ANTARCTICA OUT HERE!!

"It's kind of cold out today," Tord says.

"KIND OF?! It's freezing today!!" I say as I shiver and hold myself tightly.

"You've just been in my warm base too long Tom! This is nothing!"

"Why aren't you cold then?! You're always in your base!"

"I've trained myself to adjust to all kinds of weather Tom, I'm practically immune to the cold,"

"Show off..." I mumble.

"Here,"

Tord takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders.

I blush and pull the jacket on to me tighter.

"Th-thanks.." I say.

"Don't mention it," Tord says and smiles.

"You know you're probably going to get frostbite by just wearing a t shirt, right?"

"I'll be fine,"

I sigh.

Classic Stupid Tord.

Something catches my eye.

I see a missing poster taped to a window.

I stop and look at it as Tord walks on.

My heart drops.

MISSING: Thomas Thompson

Age: 26

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 150 lbs

Appearance: Thomas has brown hair that is styled into a pineapple top like form and has completely black eyes. He usually wears a blue hoodie.

If Found Please Contact Police

"Tom?" Tord asks and walks back to me.

I stay silent and continue to look at the poster.

"What are you- Oh," Tord says when he looks at the poster.

What's worse is that I have no family members or friends left that would truly care that I'm gone.. It just makes me feel so unloved.

I cover my face and start to cry uncontrollably.

Tord immediately embraces me once I start to sob.