Wrong Number (Discontinued)

Christmas plans (pt. 2)

(A/N: AAAAAA SURPRISE, I'M BACK! I edited this chapter because I thought the plot was moving too fast so yeah, SORRY IF IT SUCKS ASS. Also, the song is the one Tom was singing in the last chapter. The video's a bit random, but it's a good song. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. Or don't, that's fine too...)

Tom's POV

"TORD, TOM! PRESENTS!" Edd and Matt shouted. I get to give Tord his present! I really hope he likes it... I grab Tord's hand and pull him along behind me to go back in the living room. His hand is really warm and... comforting? STOP BEING GAY TOM.

Tord's POV

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod he's holding my hand it's getting really hard to keep my cool around him. Fuck I need to restrain myself... hopefully he won't notice. Tom dropped my hand and sat down in front of the tree.

"Oh! I almost forgot to get your gift Tord. I'll be right back."

Tom got back up and ran to his room. I wonder what it is? Tom came back with a wrapped box.

"I want you to open your gift first since you're the guest."

That's cute. He handed me the box, and I tore through the paper, and opened it. Inside, there was a black hat with golden spirals littered across the front and sides. I turned it around to look at the back, and my initials were engraved into the gold.

"Wow Tom, I don't know what to say. I love it!"

I put the hat back into the box, giving Tom a hug.

"As long as you're happy, that's all I care about."

Tom's POV

Ah, he looks so happy, I'm glad he likes it. I heard a click, and saw a flash of light.

"You guys are so adorable you know that?"

Tord let go of me and I saw Edd was holding a camera.

"EDD!"

"Tom, it's okay, I can leave if you want-"

"Please don't."

I don't want Tord to leave. He raised an eyebrow. Is he thinking about something? I can't tell.

"Uh... Tord?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to stay over for a few more days?"

He gave me a confused look. Did I do something wrong? Oh god, I hope I didn't weird him out.

"Of course I will Tom! As long as it doesn't trouble you."

Matt looked at Edd.

"Where is Tord gonna stay if he's visiting? If he's staying in Tom's room, I don't want them having sex, because I need my beauty sleep."

SERIOUSLY?!

"He'll stay in my room but I'm taking the couch..."

**Time skip provided by Craig Tucker**

TORD'S POV

They finished presents after about an hour, and I went outside to have a smoke. I lit a cigar and took a drag. People tell me not to smoke all the time because it's bad for me, but I find it calming, putting aside the risks. I hear the door open, and none other than Tom stood next to me.

“You never told me you smoked."

“You never told me you drank."

“Touché."

We sat in silence for awhile, but it was a comfortable silence.

“Hey, Tom...”

“Yeah?”

“Edd and Matt say they tease you about being gay, are you?”

He bit his lip and fiddled with his hands.

“I say I'm not, but to be completely honest with you, I'm not sure. What about you...?”

“Ehm I prefer not to label myself, but if I had to, I would say I'm bisexual. Do you want a smoke by the way? I only have cigars though."

“Thanks, but I don't smoke."

I throw my cigar on the ground and walk inside, Tom following. Then I remembered something...

“SHIT."

Tom looked concerned.

“What is it? Something wrong?"

“I didn't pack anything since I thought I would only be here for one day..."

He let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“I thought something bad happened! I'm sure or Matt has some clothes you can borrow, considering Edd and I are bit smaller than you."

“Thanks."

“I'll only be a second."

Tom got some clothes for my stay, and handed them to me, then lead me to his room.

“You can just put them in the top drawer."

I set the clothes aside and sat on his bed. The overwhelming scent of alcohol filled my nose, though it was oddly mesmerizing.

“As I said before, I'll take the couch. You can sleep in my bed."

“Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother..."

He chuckled.

“Yeah it's fine, you're the guest."

“Thank you Thomas."

He blushed when I said his full name. Cute.

“Y-you're welcome, g-good night Tord."

And with that, he removed his blue hoodie, grabbed a bear and some blankets, then left. I love how considerate he is towards me. It's getting even more difficult to stop myself from blurting out things I'll regret as the hours pass.