Tom's P.O.V

The morning light shined in my eyes through my window as my alarm blared Unlike Pluto through my phone speaker. Groaning, I pulled the sheets over my head and curled up in a ball. When the song was done playing, I still didn't get up. I didn't have the energy to. Five minutes later my alarm went off again with a new song playing from Slipknot. The heavy metal music made me reach over and turn it off quickly, "Okay Okay I'm up...." I mumbled to myself and rolled out of bed.

Groggily making my way to the bathroom, I clumsily tripped over my feet and fell face first into the ground with a yelp. Thank Jehovah that my room has its own bathroom. That would've been embarrassing to have face planted in front of everyone.

Turns out I wasn't as lucky as I thought. Before I managed to get off the floor, there was a soft knock on the door, "Tom...? I heard a thump and a cry. Are you okay...?" Matt's voice carried through the room as he opened the door. I felt my cheeks get red as Matt looked down at me, "Oh my god, did you fall? Are you okay?" He asked as he helped me up.

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Uh Yeah... I'm fine. Just tired..."

Matt giggled, "Well you and Tord were out like all night. What were you two doing?~" He said the last part with a teasing tone.

Feeling my cheeks darken again, I pushed Matt back a bit, "Tord and I went to the carnival last night and we lost track of the time."

"Oh my god you guys went on a date?!" Matt shrieked in joy, "Aghhh!!! Tell me everything!!!"

"What? No! Ugh Matt I just want to take a shower!" I argued with a childish tone.

Matt grabbed my hands, "No you have to tell me now!!! Oh my god are you guys dating now?!"

My cheeks flushed a deep red and pulled my hands away from Matt's grip, "I don't really think that's any of your concern, but yes we are. I don't have to or want to describe my date with you. I just want to take a shower, eat, and go to work. Please and thank you."

"Fine fine.... I'll leave you alone for now. But I'm happy for you two. I knew it was bound to happen at some point." Matt kissed my head in a friendly manner and left the room.

Sighing in relief, I walked into my bathroom and did my usual morning routine. Turning on the shower, the thought of a cold shower sounded more than appealing. I think they are more relaxing than warm showers. It helps me think through my problems. But thinking about my problems have led me down dark paths before. Looking down at the light almost transparent scars on my thighs I sighed. They were old scars. Very old. But since that day was when dad started to be more observant over my mental health on top of my physical health. Even though I have assured my parents over and over that it was a stupid mistake and I truly regretted it.

Shaking out the memories I stepped into the shower. Ice cold water collided with my head and cascaded down my body. Instead of dwelling on all my life choices, my mind decided to take a change in direction and instead found myself thinking about last night.

More specifically...

The kiss.

It was my first kiss. How could I not think about it? Not to be cliché or anything but it's really was a magical kiss. For a goddamn mechanic I didn't think his lips would be that fucking soft. It was like he downed them in fucking lip balm hours prior to kissing me or some shit! I looked up at the shower head and the water pelted down my face. Still I wore a smile as I thought about it.

I mean oh my Jehovah it felt like I was floating. True loves kiss? If it was a real thing I'd say fuck yeah that was a true loves kiss. My fucking Prince Charming. That makes me Cinderella! A handsome man picks up a nasty ass bitch. Not that Cinderella is nasty. She's gorgeous but I mean we are talking about me. But we will fall deep in love after a night and In the end we live happily ever after. Forever I can feel his soft lips against mine. Have his hot breath hit my ear. I can listen to his heavy accent whisper sweet nothings to me.

I let out a school girl giggle and bit the inside of my cheek. I didn't realize how hard I have fallen for Tord over the years until now. I've always pushed any sort of affection away in fear of catching feelings. Because if I caught feelings for someone, it would be harder on me when they find out what I'm am. It'll be heartbreaking to hear them call me such fowl names for what they see me as. Because in the end I'm nothing but a monster.

As the water invaded my vision, Realization dawned heavily on me. Sooner or later Tord would realize what he got himself into. There is no point in fantasizing an amazing future when I know there won't be one. At some point Tord will see me as a gross little mutated whore. He will grow disgusted of me and I'll be left alone. Again. Maybe I can spare myself the pain? If he sees I'm not interested he'll leave? Maybe if I'm rude he'd be rude back? I'd much rather have him hate me. It will make it easier for me to get rid of any feelings I have caught for him.

Shutting off the water, my thoughts continued as I dried and dressed myself. There was no way in hell Tord is interested in me. Maybe all he saw me as was a slut? An easy fuck? A good one night stand? If these are true- which of course they are. It definitely makes it easier for me to hate Tord. Sure I'm vulnerable and horny at times, but other than a freak of nature I'm a human as well. So if Tord sees me as a toy, I can show him just how dangerous this toy can be. He sees a monster in me? I can give him a monster. That is not a problem at all.

I looked at my reflection in to mirror. My wet hair was stuck to my forehead and hanged down past my ears. When it dries it would fluff up and define gravity. But I hated it. I hated every inch of my body. Becuase all I see is a disgusting monster. My pitch black eyes so abnormal to the rest of society, setting me apart. Making me look like a goddamn freak show!

A growl passed my clenched teeth. Why am I so fucking pathetic? A push over? A common prostitute? A abomination to this god damn world?

"Disgusting." I snarled at my reflection and grabbed my hair brush from the vanity. Ramming the butt of it into the mirror, shattering it into pieces. With it, breaking my reflection.

I was so tempted to grab a shard of glass and ram it into my chest. Oh how I would love to feel the sweet release of death. But I knew I would be causing more pain then good.

Letting out a struggled sigh, I sharply turned and left the bathroom. Leaving my mess to clean up later. But my fowl mood dragged right behind me.

Walking into the kitchen Matt and Tord sat at the table, "Good morning." Tord smiled softly.

My lip curled up in a snarl as I ignored him and slumped down in a chair. Tord's smile fell and Matt set his spoon into his bowl of cereal, "Tom, Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Matt glanced at Tord in concern, who just got up and went to the coffee pot disregarding his newspaper on the table. Matt sighed and looked back at me, "You can't lie to me, Thomas. I know something is wrong. You know it's bad to hold in your feelings like that."

My eyes narrowed and I hissed out, "I said I'm fucking fine!"

A mug was slammed down in front of me. Following the arm of the accuser, I looked up at Tord's annoyed expression, "Calm down will ya?" He smiled but his voice was tight, "Drink that coffee and talk to us."

"I don't have to tell you shit." I sneered.

Matt sighed and stood up, the chair scraping against the floor, "Okay it looks like Tom gots beef with you, Tord. That means he is your issue. God damn, you guys weren't even together 24 fucking hours and you already managed to mess something up. I love you both and I love that you guys got together but your communication skills are absolutely terrible." Leaving the kitchen, Matt left Tord and I in a suffering silence.

"Drink the coffee." Tord said breaking the silence after a few minutes.

Looking at the mug I responded, "No."

Tord sighed, "Tom, it's too fucking early in the morning for this. Drink the coffee and tell me what the fuck is wrong with you so I can fix it."

"You like black coffee. I don't."

"Jesus fucking-" Tord took a deep breath, "I put 3 Tea spoons of sugar and creamer. The same way you always make it."

That did take me aback, "How did you know-"

Before I finished Tord cut me off, "I know more about you than you think, Thomas. We have lived together for years now. I've had a crush on you for years before we even lived together. I learned your habits. Like how you like your coffee. Or how you drum your fingers against your thigh when you order something at a restaurant. Or how you like your bacon extra crispy. Or when you're focused on something, you scratch at your cuticles. Or when you are writing music-"

Now it was my turn to cut Tord off, "Fucking stalker. You don't go around and tell people that you watch them, fucking freak."

Tord slammed his hand down on the table making me jump, "I also know you're way more hostile when you are having dark thoughts on yourself." Tord's voice was darker. Deeper. More dominant. It honestly made me shiver in delight, "How about you stop avoiding the topic at hand and tell me what got you so pissy so quickly."

Standing up I glared down at Tord, "I said I'm fine. Got it? Leave me alone. I'm just tired. So let me go to work in peace."

When I turned to leave a strong callused hand gripped my wrist. Gasping in shock and slight pain, I looked back at Tord's dark glare, "Don't lie to me."

Clenching my jaw, I ripped my hand out of Tord's grip, "I'm not fucking lying. Leave me alone or we will have a bigger issue at hand."

Tord stood from his chair and looked down at me, "I know you're lying."

Taking a hesitant step back from Tord, I tried not to crumble under his domineering stare, "Can you fuck off?"

"Not until you stop lying to me." Tord took a step forward.

"I'm not lying! Fuck! Why can't you leave me alone!" Ever step I took back Tord stepped forward.

"Because I'm not stupid. I know how you are." Tord's calm voice contrasted his Cold glare.

My back hit the wall and I spat at Tord's face, "You don't know shit about me."

Tord twitch at the action and wiped away the spit. The look Tord gave me nearly made me shit myself. My breath got caught in my throat and I couldn't break my gaze from his eyes full of anger. Tord raised his hand and by instinct, I let out a squeak and shut my eyes tightly, ready for the blow.

Tord's fist slammed against the wall right by my ear. A small cry passed my lips and I felt Tord's breath against my lips, "I don't like liars, Tom. And I don't want you to be a liar."

I don't like liars

It struck something in me that I can't explain I could never really remember things I do as I'm in monster form. Only the things I do before I change back is what I remember. But now I slowly opening my eyes and looked at Tord's misty grey eyes. Memories invaded my vision.

Tord looked over ant Matt and Edd who just shrugged. Closing his eyes, Tord sighed, "Tom," His voice was serious, "I don't like liars. Don't lie to me."

My ears flattened against my head, "I-I didn't eat the chocolate....Because you said no more sweets...." Huffing, Tord dropped Me on the couch and turned his back to me. I let out a whimper, "T-Tordy....."

Ignoring me, he kept my back to Me, "Tord, what the fuck are you doing?" Edd asked a bit angrily, "You're going to make Tom cry."

Tord just put his finger to his lips, signing Edd to be quiet. I sniffled softly at the sudden negligence, not feeling loved anymore. My feet hit the floor when I got off the couch and I grabbed the back of Tord's shirt, tugging on it softly, "T-Tordy...?" My voice wavered and I sniffled more but He still didn't turn. Finally I walked around Tord and stood right in front of him. I had tears running down my cheeks and had my hands ringed in the sleeves of my sweater, "I-I ate the chocolate..." I had to look up at Tord as I confessed, "M-Matty wasn't looking a-and I really wanted it.... d-don't be mad at me.... p-please..." I cried.

Finally giving in Tord picked me up and hugged me close, "It's okay Tom....Don't cry anymore.... Just don't lie to me again, okay? Lying is really bad and I don't want you to be a liar." Tord ran his hand through my hair in attempts to calm me down.

Tord placed his hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb across my cheekbone, pulling me from my memories, "I know you are used to being so dependent on yourself about some things, but know that I'm here to talk to. I don't want you to have whatever thoughts that are going through your head right now. I know for a fact you are your own enemy in your mind. No one can upset you more than your own thoughts. So stop tearing yourself apart. It's not good for you. Tell me what is on your pretty little mind."

I didn't realize I was crying until Tord pulled out a work rag from his back pocket and handed it to me, "Take your time, Tommy." He said softly and moved me to sit down at the counter.

Looking at the rag in my hand, more tears fell down my face. I threw the rag at Tord and ran from the kitchen. Tord's footsteps rang behind me, but that just motivated me to keep moving.

Making it to the front door, I swung it open and ran across the porch, "Tom, watch out!" Tord yelled from behind me.

I didn't stop to think about what he was talking about, but then i realized what when my foot missed the first step of the stairs and I started to fall forward. I didn't have time to react, not that I could do anything to stop myself from bashing in my face in, Anyways.

When I thought I was about to hit the ground, a hand gripped the hood of my jacket and yanked me back. My oxygen was cut off by the sudden jerk, and I fell on my ass, coughing and desperately sucking up air, "Jesus fuck, Tom, watch what you're doing!" Tord screamed at me.

Feeling Tords glare bore into my head, I couldn't hold back anymore. I can't pretend to be angry when really I'm just sad and paranoid. Breaking out in a sob, I let it all out, "I'm such a disgrace! This is why no one fucking likes me!"

Tord tensed at my sudden outburst but quickly recovered and kneeled down next to me, "What are you talking about? You're not a disgrace and we all love you."

"Y-you don't get it!! No one does but me!! I'm a MONSTER! I was a god damn lab accident that now everyone has to be burdened with! I'm nothing but a freak show! An animal to be tested on! And one day you are going to fully realize that and leave me to be alone!" I screamed, tears running down my face.

Tord sighed, "I knew it. I knew you were beating yourself up over something. Like I said before; You are your worst enemy. You always have been." Pulling the sleeve of his hoodie over his hand, Tord gently wiped away my tears, "Tom, I'm fully aware what I'm getting myself into. If I wasn't sure about being with you, I would've never taken you out last night. I would've never helped you get over your injuries from that werewolf. I get that you are scared people might not accept what you are, but I promise you I accept you and everything about you."

My mind still heavily weighed on the paranoid side, "B-But... I'm so... disgusting...." I pushed Tord's hand away from my face, "I l-look disgusting.... I'm so... fat-"

"Hey don't say that." Tord cut me off with a soft glare, "I told you last night that I could care less about your weight-"

"But I care Tord!" I snapped at him, "I'm fat and I'm ugly! I act like a slutty 3 year old! You probably only see me as an easy target so just stop lying to me! Just tell me you want to fuck me so you can move on and I can get on with hating you!"

Tord raised his hand to slap me but quickly forced his hand down and took a deep breath, "I don't want to hear you say that again, Thomas, you hear?" His voice was deep like he was trying to calm himself down.

But let's poke the bear with the stick. I won't step until he tells me the truth, "Then Go ahead. Fucking slap me, I dare you. Because we both know I'm right. You are going to get what you want from me and leave me to loath even more on myself for going through with such sluttish actions."

Tord pinches the bridge of his nose, "I'm not going to hit you..."

"Why not."

"Because, Tom," Tord looked me dead in the eyes, "I'm not interested in hurting someone I can potentially loose. I don't know what got you thinking the way you did, but it's not true. Don't make assumptions and accusations against me. And definitely don't think so low an yourself. I'm not here for sex. I'm not here to mentally attack you. I genuinely like you and I don't ever want to hurt you, Tom. I understand that you are very insecure about your body, so I will do my best to change that. Even if I have to tell you you're absolutely gorgeous every hour, Because I really do think you are so beautiful." Tord squished my cheeks and I let out a soft giggle, "Trust me, you're not fat. Plus, I think that is such a fowl word and it shouldn't exist. No one is fat. Having the perfect body is stupid because no one is perfect. You don't have to be tiny to be pretty. Personally, I'll take chub over skin and bone any day." Tord pulled my up to his lap and I leaned against his chest and let out soft purrs, "You really do need to stop assuming the worst. It's not good for you, okay?" I gave a slight nod and Tord press his lips to the crown of my head, "So we all good now? No more outbursts or assumptions? All paranoia is cleared?"

"Yeah... I think I'm good now..." I mumbled and played with my fingers, the black nails Matt gave me still on them, clicking against each other.

Tord smiled and placed his hand over mine to get me to stop fidgeting, "Well since you put up a fight this morning, you didn't get to eat breakfast and we have to leave in a bit if you want to open your shop on time. We'll just stop somewhere on the way to work."

I looked over my shoulder at Tord, "We...?" I looked over at the driveway and saw my car missing. Remembering Tord's promise, I let out a groan, "Oh fuck me.... seriously just take me to work and that's it. I don't need your help with anything. I can handle my work just fine on my own. I don't need you looking over my shoulder all day."

"Trust me, I'd love to fuck you." Tord snorted. I gasped and shoved him a bit harshly. Letting out a roar of laughter, I glared at him. Calming down he continued, "Seriously, Tom, I'm going to help because I want to help. I don't have anything to do at my shop today. I'm actually ahead of my work and my employees are capable of running the shop and taking care of their jobs on their own unlike yours who spiral after an hour of you not being there."

"Allison and Elliot are very capable of running the shop and are excellent workers! I have a very prestigious and stressful business! Of course they panic when I'm not there! They don't want to make any deals or decisions that would potentially piss me off or ruin my business! The smallest mistake can send all my hard work spiraling into rubish! I don't think you understand how hard and stressful the music industry actually is! I don't think you understand how much a pain in the ass retail can be!" I finished my tangent with a frustrated growl. Seeing Tord's smirk hit a deeper nerve, "What the fuck are you all smug about?!"

Tord gave a slight shrug and his smirk grew, "I just find it cute how passionate you are about your work and employees." Heat rushes up to my cheeks and Tord chuckled lowly, "Now we really should be going. Wouldn't want to keep the stressful music industry waiting, now do we?"

"Piss off." I grumbled and pushed myself off the floor, "I need some fucking coffee."

Tord also stood, "I tried to give you some earlier but you denied it. We'll stop somewhere on the way to your shop. We really need to head out now."

"Well we wouldn't have this problem if you just left me alone like I asked you to." I grumbled and walked back inside to get some stuff from my room.

Tord followed me, "But if I didn't press you to talk to me, we would've had bigger issues and you know that."

"Tord," I sighed and turned to face him, "I appreciate that you care. I really do. But I'm a dependent person. I can't speak for my monster side, but human me doesn't really like to rely on anyone. I've been fine being alone before. I can handle myself by myself."

"But you never liked being dependent. You said earlier that you didn't want to be alone. I mean you say you like to be alone, that you don't need anyone. But deep down you long for it. Last night you admitted that you and your monster aren't all that different. But you put up all these masks and shows to hide who you are. Lying to yourself after all these years, you convinced yourself that you are this brooding and bad character you made up. But we all know now that that's not true. I really wish you'd stop hiding who you truly are. There is no shame in being who you are. By lying to yourself, you've made yourself scared of the world. Paranoid and always fearing the worst."

Scoffing, I walked into my room, "How about you stop with the soul touching, eye opening speech and let's get going so I can get this day over with."

Tord followed me in, "Because you trained yourself to be someone you're not and it's taking a mental toll on..." Tord looked into my bathroom, "Why is your mirror broken?" Deep concern laced through his voice.

Shoving my phone and wallet into my pocket I sighed, "My reflection disgusted me so I got rid of it."

"Tom..." Tord warned, "Don't lie to me..."

Throwing up my arms in a 'what the fuck' manner I huffed, "I'm not lying!" Tord raised an eyebrow and I face palmed, "Seriously, I ain't lying to you. I don't like how I look. I find myself hideous. When I look in the mirror all I can focus on is the negative. I can't look at myself without reminding myself I'm a fat, ugly, good for nothing monster freak. When I looked at myself, I got mad and broke the mirror." I explained, "Happy? Can we go now?" Tord sighed and shut the bathroom door, "What? Still think I'm fucking lying?" Tord didn't answer and walked towards me. I pressed my back against my dresser as Tord stood toe to toe with me. I gulped as I looked up at him, "What do you expect me to say? I'm not lying to you. Everything I said is true. I'm an ugly and fat-"

"Shut up, Tom." Tord hissed making me tense and bite the inside of me cheek. Tord leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I jolted at the feeling and Tord pressed his lips harder against mine. Melting into the kiss, I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his neck. Tord strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled my closer to him.

But in a flash it was all gone. The grip of Tord's hands released my hips and the warmth of his lips left mine. I desperately looked up at Tord, wanting him to continue but he just looked down at me with what seemed to be disappointment. Seeing that look tore my heart in two. I tried to grab his hand but he pulled his hand back. Instead, Tord rested his hand on my cheek, "You are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Even if you don't see your beauty, I do. And I don't lie so don't ever doubt me when I say you're beautiful. If I hear you talking shit about yourself again we're going to have issues. Understood?" Giving Tord a feeble nod, he shoved both hands into his hoodie pockets, "Good. Now let's go. We are very late."

Tord spun on his heels and walked out without another word. Sighing and slumping my shoulders I left soon after Tord. Passing the living room Matt sat on the couch with his glasses on the tip of his nose and a book in hand, "Feeling better, Tom?"

I let out a small scoff and Matt set his book down, "You and Me? We are talking when you're back from work. I got a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer and all 7 Seasons of New Girl with our names on it. We are gonna eat and cry your problems away and top it off with a cheesy US sitcom."

That did crack a smile out of me, "Sure thing, Matt..."

Matt stood up and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Now you have a good day at work. But I doubt you will with that dolt breathing down your neck." Matt looked out the door Tord just went through.

"Hey I think he's actually trying!" I tried to counter Matt's statement.

"Yes, yes..." Matt sighed, "I suppose he is. Now go on. I'll be here when you get back." He led me to the door, "At least he's offering to help you. God knows you don't need to carry anymore stress."

"Hey I'm not stressed-" Matt pushed me out the door and shut it, "Fucking bitch..." I mumbled and Tord honked the horn to his truck, "Yeah I'm going..." I sighed and trudged my way to the truck.

Hoisting myself up and buckling in I looked over at Tord, "Okay let's get this day over with..."

"Quit your whining. It won't be that bad. I have a degree in business just like you do so I know what I'm doing." Tord sighed pulled out of the driveway.

Leaning my head against the window, I shut my eyes, "I know you know what you're doing. My problem is that I don't want the help. I don't need it. As long as I do my work all day I will have it done by closing time. I don't need you there to distract me."

Tord kept his eyes on the road as he drove, "Trust me. I won't be a distraction. You haven't seen me in a work setting. You haven't even stepped foot in my shop. When I work, I work. We can knock out your piles of paper in half the amount of time that you would get it done. Maybe even less. Plus, not going to work for nearly 2 weeks, financial papers pile up and God knows you always been horrible at math. I took a minor in finance and accounts. Even if you don't think it now, you will be happy I offered to help."

I zoned out as Tord talked. It never really occurred to me that I never stepped foot in any of my friends establishments. Never bothered to walk into Edd's small office space he works from for his work. Never thought to waltz into Matt's hair and nail salon. Definitely didn't cross my mind to go into Tord's auto repair shop or gun shop.

But yet all three of them sped time in my music shop. They go in to bring me food to have lunch with me. They go in to ask me a question. Then even just go in to look around or just hang out. Have I always been this bad of a friend? I pay little to no attention to my friends life outside of the house. I don't even know where they have their shops! I don't even know what they look like! Have I always been this self involved that I didn't even bother to actually get to know my friends? I've known them for a majority of my life, but do I really know them like I claim I do...?

"Tom?" Tord shook my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts. Looking over I gave him a small smile in a silent 'yes?' Tord let his hand linger on my shoulder while the other still on the steering wheel, "You okay...? I called you like 3 time and you didn't respond."

"Oh yeah I'm fine...." I looked back out the window, "What's your auto shop like?"

Tord's hand slipped off my shoulder, "What?"

"You're right. I have never been to your shop before. But I want to know what it's like. What's the scenery? How do your mechanics act? Where is it even at?"

"Oh... Umm.." Tord was thrown off by the sudden question and interest, "Well my gun shop is quite. Always some soft background music and small talk between my sales men and the customers. Don't really spend as much time there as I should. I take pride in my guns but my loyalty lies with automobiles. My auto shop is a lot more lively. My mechanics joke around a lot so it's never left to be quite. They take turns with the stereo system so there is something new playing all the time." I smiled as Tord talked about his job. I could tell by the twinkle in his eye that he is very fond of his work and likes to brag about his men. "I have a very varied culture of mechanics working for me. Some days we listen to rap. Some days we listen to classical. Fuck sometimes we listen to musicals. Those days are fun. Grown men pretending to be Broadway stars while having a wrench in hand and covered in grease. I got some Argentinians, Spaniards, most Spanish speaking counties you could think of. Man watching them argue on how to pronounce things is hilarious. Or what words mean what. Sometimes they argue that the word doesn't exist in their native tongue. But holy shit can they all dance. I might be their boss, but I try to be involved as much as I can. I want to be seen as a friend not a threat. And I think they get that. But what I like most about my mechanics is since they are all different ethnicities, I learn so much cultural things from them. I do have a few other Norwegians and it's nice to talk in my native tongue but it's really fun learning other languages."

My head perked up when he talked about knowing other languages other than English and Norwegian, "¿Sabes español? ¿Tienes hombres de México? porque es cierto que todo español es diferente. por ejemplo; El portugués tiene francés, mientras que el italiano tiene latín. Pero soy muy fluido en español mexicano y quedaré impresionado si sabes lo que estoy diciendo." (Do you know Spanish? Do you have men from Mexico? Because it's true that all Spanish is different. For example; Portuguese has French, while Italian has Latin. But I am very fluent in Mexican Spanish and I will be impressed if you know what I am saying)

Tord hit the breaks a little to hard while stopping at the red traffic light and I let out a tiny shriek when my body jolted forward, "What the fuck, Tom?! I thought you only knew french!"

"Ha pasado un tiempo desde que hablé el idioma..." ( It's been a while since I spoke the language) I let out a shy giggle, "I might be a little rusty..."

"A little rusty?! That was perfect! Like you've been speaking it your entire life! ¿¡Como sabes español?!" (How do you know Spanish) I looked at Tord with wide eyes as he continued, "Sí, sé español, pero sólo un poco. lo entiendo más de lo que puedo hablar." (Yes I know Spanish but only a little bit. I understand it more than I can speak it)

I cleared my throat, a little turned on with Tord's really good pronunciation despite having a Norwegian accent, "Well... I'm very impressed... A Norwegian speaking Spanish. That's new. Not many people here in Europe speak back wash Spanish...."

Tord pulled up to a coffee shop and parked his truck, "Yeah I like to learn any language I can. It helps me connect better with my employees. But you didn't answer my question. How do you know Spanish and speak it like a second language?"

"That's a story for another day." I smiled and hopped out of the truck before Tord could protest.

By the time Tord got out of his truck and into the coffee shop, I was giving my order to the barista and sat down at a table. Tord followed my actions and ordered before sitting across from me. "Explain." Is all he said.

"Explain what?" I asked sweetly, "I just know some languages. It doesn't matter how many languages I speak and why. Let's just keep it a mystery for you to find out."

Tord narrowed his eyes at me and I flashed him a cocky smile. Breaking our quietness one of the Batista's at the counter asked a question, "Oi Tom! This for here or to go?"

I looked over at the teen skater girl, "It'll be to go, Cammy. Same for my friend here."

She gave a small nod and put some food in paper bag and the drinks in a drink catty and brought them to us, "Here ya go. Haven't seen you in here in for a while." She threw herself in a chair between Tord and I, her arms crossed over her chest and slouching in the chair.

I chuckled at Tord's confusion with the girls lax personality and inappropriate actions to a customer, "Yeah I've had some stuff come up and been in and out of work. But no fear, you will always be my star barista. I'll never be gone for too long. I love this place and you know it. You make amazing coffee. Just to my liking."

Cammy's cheeks flushed a light pink and then she scowled, "Damn right I make good coffee. Now when the fuck are you playing another show at the shop?"

"Show...?" Tord questioned

Ignoring Tord I answered Cammy, "Eh probably this upcoming Wednesday. Got any recommendations?"

Tord clenched his jaw at being ignored. Cammy noticed that and smirked, "Bitch you know I'll listen to anything you guys play. Now get the fuck out of my Aunt's cafe. It looks like gay lumberjack here is gonna murder me." She jabbed her thumb in Tord's direction.

I let out the nastiest snort and Tord got all sorts of upset, "Hey watch your fucking mouth kid! Who the fuck do you think you are?! I have a pistol on me right now and I don't mind putting it to your-"

Quickly shutting Tord down, I slapped my hand over his mouth, "Now Cammy, don't wind up my boyfriend. He is actually very sensitive and defensive. He will murder you if you continue to tick him off." I had a closed eye smile and a tight voice.

Cammy, who didn't even flich at Tord's antics, raised an eyebrow, "Boyfriend? Damn Tom, didn't know you were gay. Been flirting with you for nothin' haven't I?"

Tord grabbed my wrist and forced it away from his mouth, "Damn right bitch. He's mine now." He growled.

Sighing, I stood up and looked down at the two. They stiffined at the glare I gave them. "Tord, for the love of Jehovah, shut the fuck up. Cammy, you are barely 18. Even if I was straight, I wouldn't allow you to get in a relationship with me. I see you as a sister and I hope to keep viewing you that way." Picking up my coffee cup and my bag with a muffin I looked at the two, "Thanks for the coffe and I'd love to stay and chat, but we have to go. I'm horribly late for work and my workload is only getting bigger." Without waiting, I left the cafe and leaned against Tord's truck.

Soon after Tord came out of the cafe with his own stuff and his shoulders hunched, "Sorry, Tom..."

"Unlock the door." I mumbled. Tord fumbled to get his keys from his pocket and unlocked his truck. Wasting no time, I got into the truck and pulled the seat belt over my chest.

Tord also got in and started the truck, "I overreacted. I know that and I really am sorry."

"Shut up and drive."

Tord sighed and did just that. The shop is only down the road from the cafe so we were only subjected into silence for a few minutes. When we got to my shop, I opened the door and hopped out before the truck came to a full stop. Ignoring Tord's yells of panic from a potentially dangerous action, I walked into the shop. The bell rang when I walked in and the employees at work said their Hello's. Ignoring them as well, I made a straight path to my office to deal with the hell of work today.