YAY! Before I start, big thanks to my friend (or twin tbh) for the idea! I also love that picture kill me now im a filthy sinner ugh and sorry this is kinda short

Christmas. The time Tom absolutely loved. Not. Edd and Matt had decided to throw a Christmas party and invited a lot of people. Like, a lot.

"Do we have to?" Tom complained.

"Yes! Don't ruin our fun," Edd retorted. "Besides, we're inviting our friends. You can, too!"

"I--"

Tord interrupted by ruffling Tom's hair and saying, "He doesn't have friends."

"Shut up commie!" He snarled. "You don't either."

"I do, actually," Tord crossed his arms with a smirk. He held up a mistletoe. "His name is Bob."

Tom's 'eyes' turned ghostly white for a split second as he backed away. "I DON'T LIKE BOB!" He yelled. As he began to run away, he stumbled and fell.

"Are you sure?" Edd laughed.

"yES IM SURE TELL bOb TO KILL HIMSELF!" Tom shrieked in fear. He scrambled upwards and continued running to his room.

*SLAM!*

"I don't think he'll be ruining anyone's fun for a while."

---Time Skip--

Annoying music echoed around the house along with people chattering. Tom groaned and threw his book across the room. "Shut up!" Of course, nobody heard him. He swung his feet over the side of his bed and checked the time.

8:23 PM. A lot more time to go.

Tom trudged to the door and walked to the kitchen, avoiding kids who were running around screaming.

Ugh.

Kids.

He looked up to see Tord talking to some girl and couldn't help but feel jealousy gnawing at his belly. Tom shook off the feeling--or tried to--and opened the fridge to be met with.... nothing. Who drank my Smirnoff!? He almost punched the guy next to him. Tom stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled back to his room.

He went to his closet, kneeled down, and opened the mini fridge. No Smirnoff there, either. "Shouldn't have drank it all..." he mumbled.

Tom flopped onto his bed and scrolled through his phone with a bored expression. He went to Tord's Instagram page (idk anymore) and saw a picture of him with that girl. Being the prick he is, Tom commented:

F**ck you m8

Satisfied, he submitted it. Not even 5 minutes later he heard a knock on his door.

"Who is it!?" Tom yelled.

"'F**ck you mate'."

"You can't come in."

But Tord entered anyways. He closed the door and smiled. "Jealous~?"

"No," Tom looked away. "I don't even like you."

"Mhhmmm..." the norski's smile grew. "Anyways, I need to show you something. Follow me."

"Uh, no." He eyed him suspiciously.

Tord sighed. "Follow. Me." He repeated.

Tom seemed to roll his eyes but followed anyways. Tord led him to a rather secluded spot of the house, looked at the Jehovah's Witness, and stopped.

"W-What? Why are you looking at me?"

Tord chuckled at him and wrapped his arms around Tom's waist, pulling him closer.

"Don't touch me!" Without warning, Tord kissed him with passion.

"MMPH!?" Tom tried to speak and, eventually, gave in to the kiss.

They stood there for a while and after a bit pulled away reluctantly. The only proof that they had kissed was the string of saliva connecting to each of their tongues. Tom--finally--snapped back to reality and shoved the other away. "What the hell was that for!?"

Tord simply looked up at the cieling.

And there hung a mistletoe.