Tom paced back and forth in the park, nervously fiddling with the collar of his shirt. Him and Tord were now 18, and planned to meet at there.

Suddenly, he heard fast footsteps. Tom looked up, seeing a figure running at him. He realized that it was Tord.

"Tom!"

"Tord!"

Tears welled in the Brit's eyes. He ran towards Tord, and once they reached each other, they hugged tightly. Both males stood there, knees shaking and sobbing with joy into each other's shoulders. Tord was the first to pull away. He gazed up at Tom, smiled, and said, "I didn't think you'd be this tall."

Tom grinned, his cheeks dusting with pink. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve and sniffled. "I'm so happy you're.. here."

"Huh?" the norski tilted his head.

"I'm happy that we're meeting."

Tord's smile widened as he hugged Tom again.

"Hey, Thomas?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Blushing a bit deeper now, Tom chuckled nervously. "I love you too."

i'm sorry this is so short. it's just... stress, depression, and writer's block. i'm sorry.