Dear Starboy {TomTord Neighbourhood AU, COMPLETE REUPLOAD}

safe haven

bzzt bzzt.

the ever annoying noise of tom's phone buzzed obnoxiously under his pillow.

he let out a husky groan and stretched a limp hand under his pillow.

he clicked his phone on and squinted at the screen, trying his best to ignore the buzzing crackle at his ears and the black spots invading his vision.

'9:20- maths exam today'

tom slammed his face back into the
previous dent he'd formed in the pillow before forcefully pushing himself out of the warmth of his bed sheets.

he sluggishly hauled his body over to
his drawers, scanning all his clothes for his school uniform. his hands viciously tore at the different garments before grabbing the proper clothing.

his hands were quick to pull his shirt
off and discard it as his fingers nimbly
buttoned up his new one. silk fabric
was heavy in his hands as he tightly
wrapped the tie around his neck and
yanked it into a knot.

it took him less than five minutes to
get dressed and style his hair into his
trademark up-do, and look
intimidating enough to scare off those
wanting to be social, he hoped.

he didn't bother with his breakfast, not even a snack to munch on. he
was much too stressed today.

tord was by his window as usual.
skillfully flicking up dark ruby cherries and catching them in his mouth. to him this was a luxury. simply blissful.

his morning schedule looked a
little like this:

6:30 - awaken
7:00- watch kittyboy get ready
7:30- watch kittyboy leave
7:40 -get dressed
8:00- parents leave house
8:20- beauty routine
8:40- nap
9:40- eat cherries

his next plan was to make some
fluffy almond pancakes but his
train of thought was shattered by
the splintering sound of a door
being slammed.

tord spun his head to the window of
the neighbouring house, missing his
cherry which promptly bounced off his button nose.

tom had arrived home and looked...
terrible.

his hair was completely messed up,
slightly matted. it most likely had been grabbed or balled into a fist.

his clothes were entirely creased, his
jeans were chalky white up the side. his tie was loosely hanging over his broad shoulder and his top two buttons were undone.

sweat patterned his face, red cheeks, it rolled in droplets down his neck.

tord dreamily gazed at him. the only thing he could think of was how the
modern male model looked with the
whole disheveled style. he had to push
his fantasies aside and help his 'friend.'

he plucked up a cherry by it's browning stem and aimed it at the window panes.

tom lazily looked up at the window
but just shook his head. he seemed
almost sad. the faintest trace of fear
lingered on his lips.

tord lightly pushed open his own
window.

"kittyboy?"
"i'm not in the mood, tord."

tom remained quiet as he paced around the room. he kicked at his wooden bed posts and screamed into his pillow.

tord patiently sighed. he chewed
on a sweet cherry and blocked out
tom's whining.

on the one day my outfit is perfect,
pretty neighbour ignores me.

"um. tom. quick question."
“tord, i already told you i'm not in the mood.”
"why are you home?"
"what?"
"school ends later. surely. it was
different in norway, but it's only
common sense."