~3rd Person POV~

"This is my room, now get out."  Tom demanded as he pointed to the door of his room.

"Well someone slept on a big pile of salt last night." Tord joked before striding over to the checkered bed. Tord observed the large object located on the bed. It was a large checkered bass, looking as if it was smashed into the floor multiple times. Bandages wrapped around almost the whole thing.

"Man, you really liked checkered things dont'cha?" Tord teases as he suddenly lifted up the large instrument. Tom jumped in surprise at this before rushing over to the taller male and snagged the bass out of his hands.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Tom hissed at the norski. Tord snickered at this as he crossed his arms.
"Her? What, did you name it or something?" Tord laughed.

Tom felt his face flare up in rage.
"You should be glad that I'm even letting you stay in this room for the night!" Tom growled, inching closer to Tord as he rammed his finger into his chest.

"Geez, why the heck are you so aggressive? The frick did I do?" Tord remarked, his eyesbrows narrowing.

Tom's words suddenly got caught in his throat, even though Tom wanted to yell back, Tom didn't really know why.
Tom's hand tightened on his bass before setting it down, trying to construct a sentence. Tom mumbles quietly at himself while Tord waited patiently beside the eyeless male.

"I- I don't know. You just feel like a cocky and trashy douche." Tom uttered out under his breath.
Tord rolled his eyes, knowing that Tom was too confusing to him anything.
The norski slowly let his eyes wander around the room before his eyes landed on a brown fluffy object sitting in the corner of the room. Tord curiously made his way over to the object.

Tom flinched before rushing over to the norski and pulling him back.

"Jesus, what's wrong with you. If you didn't want me to see something just tell me, you overreacting weasel." Tord barked. Tom snarled at the red clad.

Tom hates this new guy, he didn't know why. But Tom's hated many people, and he has never felt like this when he was next to someone before. Even though Tom felt like something was different, he just classified it as hatred.

Tom grumbled curses under his breath before releasing his grip on Tord's hoodie. Tord turned to Tom and rolled his eyes.

"Can't believe I'm gonna have to spend my time here with you." Tord blurted out. "This is gonna be the worst few months of my life. I wish I was spending more time with Edd instead."

Tom didn't know why, but those sentences felt like a stab to the chest. The blue clad crossed his arms before the room fell silent.

Suddenly, Tom felt something odd pricking against the inside of Tom's neck. Confusion filled Tom's mind before the Brit felt a familiar feeling rising up his throat.
Tom immediatly covered his mouth when realized that he was going to puke. Tord stares at Tom in shock but before he could say anything, Tom bolted out the room, one hand covering his mouth and the other pressed against his stomach.

The blue Brit rushes into the washroom and slammed the door behind him, just making it to the toilet, letting all of the contents spew out. When he finished, Tom noticed something... different. It didn't usually hurt that much when he puked. The short male leaned over to peek inside the toilet.

Tom felt his stomach drop when he saw the contents lying innocently inside the bowl.

Flower petals.

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Hhh I could've done better with this chapter-
Sorry about that guys;-;