Dear Starboy {TomTord Neighbourhood AU, COMPLETE REUPLOAD}

the norwegian cat

"tom! the neighbours move in today!"

tom frowned and flung himself onto
his cotton checkered bed sheets. new
neighbours were nothing interesting,
just another pain in the neck. the
reason he had to be woken up to be
told this information was very unclear to him. in the end they were just another obstacle.

tom was what he considered to be your average teenager.

average height, failing classes,
prone to anxiety attacks, addicted
to the internet.

the usual.

he snatched up a grey hoodie from
the floor and tugged it over his head.
the window was hastily pushed open.
a gust of cool air immediately struck
him and flooded his stuffy room. he did notice the large white moving truck parked outside the neighbour's house an arms length from his own but decided it was too early to care about it.

snatching up his headphones, he immediately put his playlist on shuffle. a familiar melody filled tom's ears as he tapped his fingers to the beat.

'i've been watching you. for some time. can't stop staring at those ocean eyes.'

tom pushed himself up from his bed
and nodded his head to the beat as he tunefully sang the lyrics to himself.

'burning cities and napalm skies. fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes.'

he twirled the string of his headphones around his index finger as he pressed his lips together.

'your ocean eyes.'

the lyrics continued, but the words did not come from tom's lips.

tom spun around to face the window,
unaware of the sudden foreign voice joining his solo. a quiet voice, yet those three words were as clear as day.

a small black cat was perched on
his faded powder blue windowsill.
it gingerly licked it's padded paw
and smoothed down the sleek fur
behind its ear.

tom cast a worried glance and
kneeled down so he was eye level
with the feline, who he suspected
was the culprit.

"did you just sing?"

a theatrical giggle filled tom's empty
room. his deep black eyes darted
around and finally locked eyes with another pair. peering out the red window frame in the house parallel to his own were the eyes of a stranger.

a boy was leaning on the window ledge of the house beside tom's. he had fluffy caramel brown hair that flicked up like horns. it was buried under a lilac flower crown, woven with roses and emerald green stems. his sweater was also a matching purple, loosely pulled over a white button up shirt. his outfit was completed with silver chains hanging around his neck and an assortment of gemstone jewellery in the form of rings and bangles.

though his style seemed odd, it was
nothing against his most striking
feature

his eyes.

heterochromic.
one silver eye. one red eye.

his head was thrown back, a spitely giggle leaving his lips. it took a few minutes for the laughter to stop and the stranger to simmer down.

"you're really something, aren't you."
"huh?"
"cat's don't speak, silly. that voice was from none other than yours truly."
"oh. you have a nice voice."
"you too, kittyboy."
"kittyboy?"

tom's face scrunched up in alarm, being offended by the childish nickname. the stranger grinned and stretched out an arm for a welcoming handshake.

"i'm tord. your new neighbour, friend,
possible love interest, comrade, pal."

tom reluctantly reached out his
hand and grasped tord's ice cold
hand. tord rather roughly shook
their hands together. tom dizzily
withdrew and slipped his headphones
around his neck.

"i'm tom. i'm not sociable or exciting, so don't expect surprise midnight voyages."

tord pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.

"aw. i totally thought you'd be the type to rebel with me."
"well i actually care about school and have to keep my education in gear."

tord was silent, before snickering and placing a hand under his chin.

"smart boy? you thought a cat was singing with you."
"hey! i didn't know you existed until a few minutes ago."

tom defended himself as tord kept smiling with that same cheshire cat smile. a female voice called on tord from another room in his house. his
expression bitterly twisted into a mix
between sadness and disappointment.

"that's my call for dinner. we should
talk later."
"because i'm just the most
interesting person? such a sparkling
conversationist?"
"something like that."
"no promises i'll be awake, tord."

"until then, kittyboy."

"until then."