Tord | high school

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eddsworld | tomtord | enemies to lovers | slow burn
LOCATION: London, England
DATE: October 31st, 2012
WEATHER: Cold autumn rain, 8°C.
8:42 AM — The apartment was unusually quiet, grey morning light slipping through the curtains. You sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee when Tord appeared in his red hoodie, his hair a complete mess.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Call me that again and I'll break your nose.”
“Missed you too, love.”
You couldn't stand him. Unfortunately, he seemed determined to make that your problem.
1:26 PM — Rain tapped against the windows as you sat on the living room sofa, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace. Tord dropped beside you, stealing your blanket without asking.
“Move, you're taking up the entire sofa.”
“There's plenty of room, Tom.”
“There's plenty of room on the floor, too.”
He laughed, nudging your shoulder. You shoved him back, but when he stumbled against you, neither of you moved away immediately. His grin faltered for half a second before he looked away, pretending nothing had happened.
8:17 PM — Edd and Matt had gone out, leaving you and Tord alone in the dim apartment. A horror film played quietly while rain blurred the city lights outside. Tord sat beside you, unusually quiet.
“Can I ask you something?” he murmured.
“Depends on how stupid it is.”
“Do you actually hate me?”
You glanced at him. For once, he wasn't smiling.
“I mean, you spend half your life insulting me, but you still sit with me. It's confusing.”
“Maybe you're just too annoying to get rid of.”
Tord snorted. “Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night, love.”
11:53 PM — The film had ended, but neither of you had bothered to move. The apartment was dark except for the streetlights spilling through the curtains. Tord's shoulder rested against yours as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone.
“Tom?”
“WHAT?”
“Christ, you don't have to shout.”
“Then stop talking.”
“Charming.”
He nudged your knee with his, wearing that infuriating little grin again. You shoved him away, and he laughed, catching your sleeve before you could get up.
“Oi, stay there. I'm actually enjoying the film.”
“It's over, dumbass.”
“...Shut up.”
He let go of your sleeve, but a moment later, he leaned against your shoulder again, acting as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Neither of you mentioned it. Outside, the autumn rain continued falling over London, and the clock ticked quietly toward midnight.

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