At this time, Edd was in his room doodling at his desk while Matt was in his room, probably making out with his reflection. Edd looked at the time and decided he should go and make dinner, since no one else cooks around here. Edd walked to the kitchen and started dinner. They wouldn't mind beef stew, right?

Edd finished cooking and set the table.

"Dinner's ready! If you're hungry you should get it while it's still hot!"

Tom woke up when he heard Edd yell that dinner was ready. He slowly got up, but then he noticed his hoodie smelled awful! Tom took it off and went to get another one when he noticed. He saw that one of his hoodies was missing. Tom ran down the stairs and did not care if he wasn't wearing a hoodie. He got to the kitchen and saw Edd and Matt sitting at the table eating.

"Alright, very funny. Now who the fuck stole my hoodie?" Just as he finished his sentence, Tord magically appeared behind him. Wearing his hoodie.

"Uh, you mean that hoodie?" Matt pointed to Tord while Edd tried to hold back his laughter. Tom turned around to see Tord in his hoodie.

"Why the hell are you wearing my hoodie?" Tom glared at him with fire in his eyes.

"Mine were in the wash so I decided to wear one of yours. Besides, it fits and smells nice." Tord gave a mischievous grin to Tom and saw him get flustered.

"Well, whatever. Just give it back when you're done with it." Tom avoided his gaze and went to sit down and eat. Tord followed and sat down beside him. When Tord wasn't looking, Tom would sneak glances at him.

'He doesn't look half bad in my hoodie.' Tom immediately shook the thought out of his head. What was he thinking!?

"You ok, Thomas?" Tord had noticed him shaking his head.

"Yeah, I'm fine Commie." Tom has never liked Tord saying his full name, or anyone saying his full name for that matter. Tom's mind was still thinking about how Tord looked in his hoodie. Tom decided to be finished eating and go up to his room. Tom was walking towards the stairs when Tord began to walk towards them, too. Tom finally admitted to himself that he thought Tord genuinely looked cute in his hoodie.

Tord passed him and went to his room. Tom watched from behind and felt his face heat up. He quickly walked into his room and laid in his bed. His mind went straight to Tord. His face, hair, voice, his body. Tom mostly thought about Tord's body. He then started to imagine taking Tord by the waist and, wait what!? Why was he thinking like this!? He never has before, I mean sure Tom has been thinking of nothing the past few weeks but Tord, but never like this!

Tom took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then tried to go to sleep. He drifted into darkness like usual, but something was off. He could smell something, this was odd. He could smell......strawberries? Then out of nowhere, he was in his house and then he saw Tord. He was walking up to him. Tom knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't help but feel like something was wrong.

"Uh, Tord?" He was now standing right in front of Tom.

"I hate you and I always have! I will never love a freak like you!" Tord spat with venom in Tom's face.

Tom didn't understand why, but he started to cry. Suddenly, everything went black and the words kept repeating themselves in his head.

"No no, no stop it!" Tom screamed and then shot straight up in his bed. Tom realized he had been crying in his sleep. Tom didn't know why he had that dream, nor did he know why the words stung and his heart felt like it had been stabbed. Tom laid back down and lost himself in his thoughts.