"Er - I'm gonna... go outside for a bit. Bye." Tord then walked outside, followed by Tom. "Who is that?" Tord immediately asked. Tom shuffled his feet. "Eheh, you're not gonna believe this, but..." Tom rubbed the back of his neck, his face red. "Tom, are you drunk?" Tord asked with a raised brow. "N-no! Well... maybe a little, but that's not the point-" "Tom, I thought we already talked about this." Tord sighed, holding the bridge of his nose.

"Tord, that's not what this is abo-" "Why did you go there again? Do you not remember what happened last time?" "Tord!" Tom barked. Tord looked at him, surprised by the acid that Tom used in his name. "It's Jon." Tom said, his fists clenched as he tried to steady himself. He doesn't know... Why did he have to remind me of that time... Stupid commie... Tom glared into Tord's eyes, hoping to find some type of sorry look, or even worry, but all he found was resilience, as if Tord hadn't even said anything about the 'incident'. "Jon? As in our neighbor?" Tord asked. "Yes, Tord. Our neighbor. How many Jon's do you know?" Tom spat. "What's your problem?" Tord growled. "What do you mean, 'my problem'? You're the one who brought it up!" Tom snarled. "What are you talking about?" Tord asked, oblivious.

"Of course, playing stupid. As always." "What are you...?" "Just shut up, Tord. Don't think I can't see what you're doing." "I don't-" "Don't even try it, commie. Jon is going to stay here for a while until he's better and we can find somewhere for him to go. So deal with it." Tom began to walk back inside. "Tom, please..." Tord grabbed his shoulder to try and stop him. Without hesitation, Tom turned around and slammed his fist into the side of Tord's face. "Don't touch me, commie bastard!" He yelled. Tord stumbled from the impact, tripping and falling down the stairs. Tord looked up at Tom, gingerly bringing his hand up to his mouth, wiping the warm blood from his lip and looking at it. "T-Tom..." Tord whimpered. "Leave me alone." Tom turned around, walking inside and slamming the door. What did I just do...?

You've learned. No... no, I'm just drunk. It's the alcohol. I wouldn't believe that. Shut up. I thought I got rid of you. You're growing weak again, Tom. I don't want to talk to you. You're worse than Tord. "Tom? Is everything okay?" Edd asked. All eyes were on him. Tord was still outside. Tom thought he heard Tord's car start up and drive away. Good riddance.

"Where's Tord going?" Matt asked. "Dunno." Tom grumbled. "Tom? What did-" "I don't know, okay?! It's not my responsibility to keep up with that bastard! Why can't you guys just leave me alone for five ****ing minutes?!" Tom snapped. He looked at their expressions before running upstairs. He felt the warm tears on the bridges of his eyes as he got to his door. He tried to open it. Locked. Right, Tord locked it. "Damn it." Tom walked into Tord's room, slamming the door and leaning against it. He saw Tomee bear sitting on the bed. "Don't trust anything he says. He's a liar. He doesn't care." Tom said, pulling his knees to his chest as he began to cry.

"Why does he have such effect on me? Why... do I have to be so stupid...?" Tom said, wiping the tears off his cheeks. He leaned against the door, slowly closing his eyes. … Tord felt the wind whip against his face. The windows were down, the music blaring, the car speeding along the empty road. He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't care. "What did I do...?" Tord gripped the steering wheel, slamming his foot on the gas. The wind felt like blades on his face. But he kept going. He needed to get away. Blood dripped from his mouth down to his hoodie. He looked in the mirror and attempted to wipe it away. When he looked back down, he saw a small doe walking in front of the car.

"Shit!" He swerved to avoid it, his car screeching sideways. He narrowly missed it, skidding off the side of the road. Half of his car was on the road, the other half pointed to the woods. "Shit..." Tord got out of the car to make sure nothing was wrong. Surprisingly, no scratches or dents. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to break out of his body. Too close... Too close... He walked back to the car and changed the gear, then walked to the front and began to push it back onto the road. He knew he wouldn't be able to back out onto the road, as his front tires would slip on the leaf litter. He pushed, his feet slipping with effort. …

Tom woke up, looking around Tord's room. His face was still wet from tears. He must have dozed off. Sighing, he stood up. Tord must be back now. "Might as well go apologize, I guess." Tom muttered. He pulled out his phone. Three missed calls from Tord. "The ****...?" Tom muttered, sitting back down against the door as he pressed 'call back'. … Tord felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. "Ngh- who's ****ing calling me...?" Tord continued to push the car. "Nearly... there." …

Tom heard the voicemail begin to play. "Damn it..." Tom tried again. … Tord managed to get the car back on the road. As he did, he felt his phone vibrate again. "Ugh, who the ****-?" He pulled out his phone to answer. "Tom?" … Thankfully, he answered the second time. "Tom?" "Where are you?" Tom asked. "My car slipped off the road. Why?" "What?!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine." "Where the **** did you think you were going?" Tom barked. "Well, I decided to leave since you decided you didn't want me around." Tord spat back. Tom opened his mouth to spit out a retort, but bit it back. "I-I'm sorry." He grumbled. "What?" Tord asked. "I said I'm sorry, okay? Just come home. Please..." Tom whispered the last words. The other line was silent for a few seconds. "Okay." Tord said, and hung up. Sighing, Tom leaned against the door and waited.