Dear Starboy {TomTord Neighbourhood AU, COMPLETE REUPLOAD}

criminal affairs

"i think i'm in love with you."
"you don't really mean that."
"i truly do."
"you aren't thinking right, tom."
"no, i am. you are the only thing i've
been thinking about since we first met, your stupid obsessions and quirks that are just too dorky and cute. your weird knowledge of almost everything. i'm so helplessly in love with you and i don't know if i'm okay with that."

tord slowly let tom escape from his
loosened grip. his heterochromic eyes were practically flashing like alarms. his thin lips curled into a grin.

"i think i love you too."
"really?"
"but. i don't want to lose my friend."
"we can be more than friends."
"promise?"

tom hooked his pinky finger with tord's before pulling him into another hug.

"i promise."

after almost half an hour of awkward
hugging and small talk, tord decided to lighten the dull atmosphere.

"so are we a thing. like.. an item?"
"if you'd like to be.'"
"i would. it would be a pleasure to fall
hopelessly in love with you."

tom stood up to head back to his house.

"that's most of our checklist gone already."
"true."
"numbers 3, 7, 8, and 9."
"i can't wait to complete it with you."

tom approached the door before giving a final wave of goodbye to which tord reciprocated.

the sunset was a dusty lavender
patterned with intricate detailing of
multiple shades of blue. the moon was a white crescent and the stars were only beginning to peek through the colours.

tord sat at his window, hugging a plush panda and weaving a new flower crown. royal blue roses with small white willow compliments. tom dreamily gazed at him from his own window.

"what's got you so happy, kittyboy?"
"you."
"bold. very confident."
"love changes people."
"so you love me?"
"yes."
"well i love you too."

tom tugged at the strings hanging from his hoodie that settled on his chest.

"you want to score off another mark?"
"what were you planning?"
"my dad is an alcoholic, i could
probably get us something.
"sweet. meet at the tree at 9."
"can't wait."

tom pulled his checkered curtains
shut before rushing to the cellar. he
carefully collected various unlabelled
bottles. they obnoxiously blinked
together, swishing the liquid contents
up against the glass.

he decided to wear something subtle. a black tank, black jeans, a single silver chain and a red and white flannel, sure enough tord was waiting where he'd promised, sitting with his legs folded on a grey floral fleecy blanket.

he was wearing a white cropped shirt
with patterned stars, lemon yellow
shorts that were held in place by
mismatched coral and mint suspenders.

he enthusiastically waved, holding a
peach flower crown and a blue one;
the one he'd crafted earlier.

"heya, boyfriend."
"i think i preferred kittyboy."
"so mean."

tom stuck out his tongue before
sitting beside tord. tord shifted, placing the blue flower crown on his
boyfriend's head.

"looks nice."
"you made it for me?"
"obviously. blue is kinda your colour."

tom grinned stupidly, he fiddled with
the metallic lid of a faded glass bottle
he was holding.

tord picked up a nearby brown bottle,
swirling the contents before taking
a cautious swig.
he immediately choked and began
laughing. tom giggled before crawling
over to gently pat and rub his
neighbour's back.

"you okay there starboy?"
"what is that?"

tom sniffed the bottle, the familiar
pungent aroma like washing products
filled his nostrils.

"vodka, i think."
"it tastes like nail polish remover!"
"how've you tasted nail polish
remover?"

silence. then more laughter. tom
switched tord's bottle for a fruit cider,
which he much rather preferred.

tom was sipping a bottle half full of
honey whiskey. the flavour was sweet
and burned his chest, immediately
warming his body.

tord flopped forward droopily. he
hugged tom's thigh.

"kittyboy."
"yes, tord?"
"i think you are drunk."
"really?"
"yes! the stars told me."

tom sighed. after two bottles of
cider, half a bottle of whiskey and a
shot of vodka...

tord was drunk.

so tom had to hold up his end of the promise and plunge himself into a drunken state.

tom couldn't remember much from
there but what he could remembeir
he'd never forget.

scattered empty bottles of alcohol
paved the forest floor around the two
boys. they were both groaning loudly.

tom sat cross-legged with tord lying with his head in tom's lap.

"tommy."
"tordie."
"i love you."
"i love you too."
"don't leave me."
"i won't. nothing can tear us apart."
"are you sure?"
"the stars told me."
"really tom. stars can't talk
"will you remember me?"
"always and forever."
"at least remember me by something."
"my first love?"
"no. i was thinking something like this."

tord reached up, grabbing tom's neck
and pulling his face to his own.
their lips collided in a flurry of passion and love. tom let his body go numb as he pulled tord closer to him.

it was messy.

very messy. but neither of them cared.

they loved each other and could worry about their inexperience along with their aching hangovers in the morning.

tord pulled away and giggled like a
toddler would at a new gift. his long
eyelashes that tom swore had been
coated in mascara fluttered slowly.

"starboy. that's what i'll be to you."

then darkness.

tom couldn't recall how he'd passed out, or how much he'd drank after that.

or where tord went.

or when he'd been taken to the
police station.