Tord was outside. Walking. He had originally gone out for a smoke but got bored. He watched as the cars sped past him. They always seemed like they were in such a hurry. As he walked, he thought about Tom. His eyes, his hair, his voice, his body. Tord thought about Tom's body, and the more he thought about it the more heated his face felt.

Tord had walked almost a mile, so he decided to go back home. He was almost there when a car drove in a puddle, splashing Tord and getting his hoodie very dirty. He cursed in Norwegian as he realized this was his last clean hoodie, the rest needed to be washed. He opened the door and as soon as he stepped in, Edd and Matt were staring at him.

"What happened to you?" Edd's words were laced with concern.

"You look horrible and disgusting." Matt had on a look of horror and disgust.

"A car was driving by and drove into a puddle. I didn't know water could be so merciless." Tord said with a bit of sarcasm and started to walk upstairs. He decided he would just wear one of the hoodies that needed to be washed. He got to the room and saw that his laundry was gone. He panicked a little and started searching when he remembered. He remembered that it was laundry day and calmed down. Then he started panicking again when he realized he didn't have any other hoodies.

He didn't want to ask Matt or Edd for a hoodie. Matt's hoodie would be way too big and Edd's hoodie would smell like cola, which he wasn't very fond of but would never tell Edd. Tord was then left with only one option left. Asking Tom about a spare hoodie. He knew he would say no since he hates his guts, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

"This shouldn't be too hard." Tord gulped as he walked over to Tom's room. He knocked silently. When he didn't get an answer he knocked a little louder. Still no answer. So he just opened the door and walked in. Tom was passed out on the floor with an empty smirnoff bottle in his hand.

A few bottles laid around Tom and the room smelled heavily of alcohol. Tord didn't want to wake him up, so he grabbed one of Tom's hoodie and got out of there as quick as he could. He closed the door, took his hoodie off, and put Tom's on. Since Tord was a little shorter than Tom, it was just a little big on him. Tord then sat on his bed, blushing like a madman.

'I'm actually wearing his hoodie.' Tord repeated this in his head. Tord felt comfortable in the hoodie, really comfortable. Then Tord did the weirdest thing, he started to smell the hoodie. It smelled like pineapples and violets. Tord fell in love with the smell and cuddled the hoodie. He felt so peaceful he fell asleep and took a small nap.