Dear Starboy {TomTord Neighbourhood AU, COMPLETE REUPLOAD}

life guard

dear tom,

reasons 4-6

4. the dimples in your cheeks that
curve when you smirk after you make
a terrible pun.

5. your terrible puns you crack at the
worst times. never take life seriously.

6. your vintage rock fashion sense. nobody can ride a flannel on their hips like you.

ever admiringly,

s.b

tom formed his lips into a small 'o'
this time the paper was peach and the
envelope was magenta. the writing
was still cursive and the i's were dotted with hearts.

tom was clueless and couldn't help but wind himself deeper into the spiderweb of questions.

he sat on the cliff with tord, legs dangling freely off the silvery rock
edge, small splashes of water landing
on the patented surface of his scuffed
combat boots, the basin of water forming at the base of the waterfall reflected a distorted copy of the round shimmering moon and all the stars in sight.

tord was wearing floral jeans and a
white tank top underneath a pale
lemon yellow cardigan.

he was tangling his fingers in tom's headphone's cord, whistling to the tune of an old, dated song.

"so, should i change your nickname to
lover boy now?"

tom felt warmth prickle at his cheeks
as he folded his arms and turned his
back on tord.

"why do you make fun of everything?"
"cause i don't take life seriously. it's not like i'm getting out alive."

tom sank back, pulling his legs up to
his chest and staggering unsteadily to
his feet. tord mimicked the action and
rose from his spot.

once off the cliff tom leaned himself up against the rocks as tord outstretched his arms, teetering along the edge of the waterfall pool.

tom scoffed, for having an extensive
knowledge of almost everything... tord was still such a child.

his tongue was poking out his mouth in concentration he was now only a couple steps away from tom.

tom noted the look of concentration on his neighbour's face and couldn't stop himself.

he made a small circle with his fingers and brought it to his lips he pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth and blew hard.

tord snapped out his trance and lunged forward out of instinct and utter fear.

he gripped the closest thing to him, tom, and toppled into the freezing water body.

bubbles formed and mercilessly
bustled past the two boys, letting them sink deeper into the bath of icy water.

tom's survival instinct kicked in and
jump started his legs into a propelling
kicking motion he reached the surface with fire tickling his throat, a stone weight crushing his heavy lungs.

his eyes were blurred and stinging excruciatingly.

he was alone in the silent forest.

alone.

tord.

tom took a harsh breath before pushing his head back under the surface. his hands desperately searched before brushing the grasp of knitted fabric.

he clutched it tightly and hoisted the
weak body into his arms.

tord was hauled onto the dry land. his
vision would come and go in waves
unexpectedly. tom was hovering over
him, gently slapping his cheek.

tord reached his hand up and swatted away the other teen's hand, he spluttered and coughed before rolling onto his side to spill the water flooding his mouth.

"you can't swim?!"
"nope. never learned."
"why didn't you tell me?"
"i never really thought i'd be lucky
enough to swim with you."

tord gave a wink as tom registered
the situation.

tom glanced at himself. his black
shirt was soaked through, hugging his
chest and clinging to his shoulders.
his jeans were soggy and admittedly
uncomfortable whilst his combat boots became heavy around his ankles.

tord's golden brown hair had fell down in front of both his eyes with the weight of the rushing water, small droplets falling from the loose strands. his white tank top became almost transparent, outlining the shape of his stomach.

tom heaved a wheezy breath. his
mismatched shallow pants were synced with tord's.

the panting soon faded into a fit of quiet laughter.

tord coughed, tears brimming his heterochromic eyes.

"i nearly drowned."
"you can't swim? you nerd."
"you saved me. i guess i'm eternally
indebted to you."
"how did it feel nearly dying?"
"i may have been on the verge of death, but it was the most alive i've ever felt."

the two teens continued their shaky giggling.

"you could be a lifeguard, tom."
"a lifeguard?"
"yes. guard my life for me tom."
"okay. i'll guard your life."
"thanks. we've had quite the adventure tonight."
"we should make a bucket list."
"that's one of the smartest things to ever leave your lips, kittyboy."
"no, let's do it."
"we can write it back home. a bunch of things to do before the end."
"let's make a bucket list then."

tom hoisted tord onto his back, who in return hugged him like a baby koala.

he hummed softly into the gap of tom's shoulder blades.

slowly but surely falling asleep.