Tom's pov

Tom was walking down the street, spotting his house. He glanced at the surrounding houses, noticing people. He walked into his house, and heard talking. He walked into the kitchen and saw him. Tord. "What is HE doing here?!" he demanded. Edd replied,"He... Is moving back in." Tom glared into his soul as he half-yelled,"EDD, WHY??" He hated his very being. He hated his hair style, always the same dumb two horns. "Hello, o-" "can it, tord. I dont give a flying fuck what you have to say." he blushed a bit, because he liked tord, more than he admitted.

Tords pov

I glanced at tom, seeing him blush a bit. Either that, or the light changed a bit. Probably the lighting. He stared at me. I whistled a 7 note tune, and he glared, rolled his eyes, and walked away. He slammed his door. I pulled out a cigar and sighed. I lit it, inhaled, and breathed out. I liked cigar smoke, and he liked alcohol. "Well, i better leave. It was nice seeing you, edd." i left and sighed, walking down the street. A car pulled up, revealing Paul and Patryk, my soldiers. "S-Sir. Would you like a ride?" paul asked. "Sure," i replied slowly. I got in and Patryk looked at me. "I-is everything okay, sir?" i nodded and paul started off for the airport. Maybe some other time, i thought to myself.

A.N

This story was written by my sister
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