Sorry the next chapter is taking so long. I'm just really busy,school just started recently and I have a few projects I'm working on. Such as a Mapleshade pmv,Camp camp animation meme,and a MAP Part. I'm also trying to catch up on my books-Crowfeather's trial and River of fire- so it's gonna take a while. But here is a preview of the next chapter. 

It's all Falling apart in my hands...

What if I let you in?

What if I make it right?

Tom watched helplessly as the red car drove out into the big city. The love of his life just left him with no explanation or warning. He shut himself out of the world for the next two weeks,only coming out for food,Smirnoff and to use the bathroom.His heart ached as he remembered the old times,the happy ones. He missed his laugh and his evil/excited grin whenever he was about to do something diabolical . He even misses the moments when tord would hog the blankets when they slept together.Tom growled sourly as he gripped harder on his glass bottle of Smirnoff. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears begged to leak out,his whole body shaking slightly. Sometimes he can still hear his voice. And even sometimes he can even see him. But tom knows that his mind is playing tricks in him. Cruel ones they are. It is hard to let it all go,to let their past just disappear into faded memories.He knows that he has to move on,for the sake of himself and his friends. But doing that tears himself apart,he cuts his skin just so he could focus on a different pain then what he's feeling inside. It's like they say, Scars heal,but broken hearts don't. Jealousy would fuel Tom whenever he sees his two best friends,Edd and Matt,cuddle on the couch together. Matt would whisper sweet nothings into Edd's ear while Edd would bury himself impossibly closer into Matt's chest. He used to have that with Tord. They used to be inseparable,nothing could get between them. Sure they would bicker every now and then,shouting out empty threats,but they would always be fine afterwards. Acting as if nothing happened. On calm,warm nights,They would sit on the roof of the house and gaze out into the sea of sparkling stars that spread across the midnight sky. Tord's eyes would widen with admiration and fascination,moonlight would gleam off of his red and silver iris. Even now,Tom would look out his window,wondering if Tord was doing the same thing. Maybe the stars were the only thing that kept them 'together'. The loud shatter of broken glass and a stinging sensation in his hands brought Tom back to reality. Smirnoff was spilt all over his hoodie and floor. Shards littered the wooden tile of his bedroom ground. Tom let out a loud groan of frustration only to hear footsteps rushing up the stair shortly afterwards. The door swung open and Edd and Matt were at the frame,looking at tom with worry written on their faces. "Tom what happened? Are you ok?" Edd exclaimed,hurrying over to him. "Ya I'm fine" the Brit stated simply,acting as if there weren't any cuts on his hands. Matt went downstairs to get bandages and a plastic bag but soon returned shortly afterwards. After cleaning up the mess,the three friends decided to all head down to watch a movie together. Tom finally felt at peace. Or so he thought.  

(I haven't edited it yet)

Here are the height charts. 

Paul: Tallest 

Pat: shortest 

Matt: tallest 

Tom: Second tallest 

Edd and tord: Both the same height (shortest)