Ooh I'm making an AU! Kinda! I think?

Okay, so you'll see. But the first part of this story (this one) takes place during high school!

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3rd Person PoV:

Tord returned home from school, tears starting to form in his eyes. He had a bad day, as usual. He got into a fight, or maybe two, over the fact that he wanted to be the leader of a large army when he grew up. He often drew sketches of it during class, and he named it the 'Red Army, ruled by the Red Leader, who is feared by everyone'. He smiled a small bit when he thought of it, but the memories of the fights came back to him. He ran off to his room, right past his parents. 'I don't need their help,' He thought once he entered his room, dropping his red backpack onto the floor.

'They never believed in me, just like everyone else. They wouldn't understand it, because they don't understand me.'

Tord shut the door to his room, locking it as well before trudging to his bed. He took his shoes off and tossed them across the room, getting up onto the bed and sitting down. He brought his legs up to his chest, biting his lip. He wished that he had someone to talk to, someone that wouldn't laugh at him. He just wanted someone to be nice to him, to laugh with him, to hug him when he felt down. Unfortunately for Tord, he had nobody. Everyone in high school already seemed to have a little group that they sat with at lunch, just as they had done in middle school. Though, Tord came to Britain very recently, so he was left out. Hell, there was even a group for the outsiders, but he couldn't fit into it either.

Everyone laughed at him because of his Norwegian accent, his odd hairstyle, his 'Red Army' idea, his light red braces, any little flaw that they could find about the boy. During these interactions, Tord would try to do what his father thought him to do. He remembered his father's words, which were told to him after he got bullied the first time. "Don't let them get you down. They're all idiots. If they hit you or pick on you, go ahead and beat the shit out of them. It'll teach them not to mess with you. Got it?" Tord sniffled, bringing his hands up to cover his face. Those words only got him beat to a pulp. They would hit, Tord would hit back, but they'd gather in numbers and hit harder than he could ever hit.

Tord wiped his tears away, more pouring down his cheeks. He stood up and walked over to a small mirror that hung on his bedroom wall. He looked in it, then brought his hands up to his hair. He dug his fingers into it, then he ruffled it up, getting rid of his hair-horns. He flattened it out, then tried to grin. He felt stupid, so he stopped smiling. He shook his head at his reflection, which did the same back to him. He twisted his hair-horns back up, making him feel a bit better. He went back to his bed, laying face-down onto it. He felt so terribly lonely, and it hurt. He wanted to ask somebody if they liked his hair, or maybe if he was fine just the way he was.

He started to cry again, turning so that he was laying on his back, then he hugged himself. He closed his eyes, thinking. He imagined that someone else was hugging him, someone with short brown hair, pin-prick eyes, a blue shirt with a white tank top underneath, someone that was a bit shorter than he was, someone that cared about him. He beamed, then opened his eyes. What he saw made him shriek and fall off of his bed.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." A new voice was heard, and Tord looked up at his bed while backing away, breathing heavily from his discovery. The boy that was sitting on his bed stood up, walking over to Tord with a soft smile on his face. "N-no! Stay away!" Tord shouted, looking around himself for a weapon of any kind. The unknown boy had reached out to Tord to help him up, but lowered his hand when Tord said that. "Okay... I'm not going to harm you though, if that's what you're thinking." Tord quirked a brow, grabbing onto a book with a hard cover. "Well, what are you here to do to me then?" Tord asked, the stranger stepping back when he saw the book. "I-I'm here because you wanted me to be here! Don't you get it?" Tord wiped his remaining tears on his arm, still watching the boy. "No! Nobody just goes and wants a friend, then automatically gets one! That's just..." Tord trailed off, wondering if it was true.

Was there really a possibility to get a new friend if you wish for one? Tord set the book down, standing up. He had to admit, the boy looked just like how he imagined. Jon started to approach again, Tord backing up until his back hit a wall. He glanced back at it, then at the male that was now getting very close. Tord's eyes watered as he shut them, the stranger bringing his hand up to the scared boy's face. He placed his hand on Tord's face, Tord opening his eyes to see that the other was doing. The stranger grinned, then embraced the devil-horned male. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna be friends with you." Tord hesitated, but sunk into the boy's embrace.

He wrapped his arms around the shorter male, starting to crack a smile. The hug felt as warm as he imagined it to feel. His heart started to swell as he started to have doubts. "Am I... dreaming? Is this going to be over once I wake up? Did the kids at school give me severe brain damage, causing me to be schizophrenic?" Tord muttered, mostly to himself, but the stranger heard it. "No, I'm just as real as you! And, by kids at school, what do you mean?" Tord lifted his head from the boy's shoulder. "I... got into a fight today... well, two fights..." Tord explained, starting to tear up as soon as he remembered it. "What?! Why? What happened?" The stranger replied, sending him a concerned look. Tord chuckled, the shorter male wiping his new tears away when they started to roll down his face.

"It's a bit of a long story... let's sit down first." Tord lead the stranger to his bed, the two of them taking a seat. Tord paused, gathering his thoughts. The stranger waited, facing the devil-horned boy. "Well, before I start, I don't know anything about you yet. So, what's your name?" Tord questioned, the stranger nodding. "My name's Jon! What's yours?" Tord beamed a tiny bit. "Nice, I like it. My name's Tord." "Thank you! Also, it's great to meet you!" Jon responded, blushing slightly. The two boys sat in silence for a short while, taking in each other's features. After a long while, Tord sighed, saying, "Well, the fights. So, what happened was..."

- Time Skip -

After a long time of chatting, getting to know each other, discussing problems and ideas, Tord's stomach rumbled. Jon giggled, Tord turning red from slight embarrassment. "You should go get something to eat, it's been a long time since we started talking." Jon advised, Tord nodding and gently grabbing onto the male's arm. Jon looked down at their arms, Tord getting up and pulling the shorter male along with him. "Wait, what are you doing?" Jon asked, Tord looking back at him. "Well, I bet that you're hungry too! Plus, I gotta show you to my parents!" Tord unlocked the door to his room, walking out while holding Jon's arm. "But-" "But nothing! They'll like you, I promise!" Tord assured, Jon seeming a bit hesitant. "Well... if you say so..." Jon mumbled, Tord leading him into the kitchen.

"J-just know that I'm not the best at meeting new people- so, try to help me explain myself, okay?" Jon stuttered, Tord stopping to look at him. The devil-horned male grinned and ruffled Jon's hair, laughing a bit. "Don't worry about it! I'll help you!" Jon nodded, biting his lip. He was scared to meet Tord's parents, and he just hoped that it would all turn out alright in the end. Who knows, maybe they'd be glad to see him? Jon smiled, excited to see their reactions to him. Tord got some leftovers out of the fridge, setting them on a counter as Jon searched through the cabinets for some plates and utensils. Soon enough, he found them, and scooped some leftovers onto both plates.

Tord took his own once it was filled enough, setting it into his and his parents' microwave. He started the microwave, then he went off to search for his parents. Jon waited with his plate, humming a tune he liked. He felt so glad to know Tord, and he hoped that the other felt the same way. It was so nice to talk to him, and to see Tord's smile, and to hear Tord's laughter. It made his face redden a bit, and he wasn't sure why. Soon enough, he took Tord's food out and set it on the nearby counter, putting his own food into the microwave. Tord returned, bouncing up and down.

"They're so excited to meet you! Though, they kinda laughed at me when I explained how I met you. I get it, they haven't had this happen to them. I'll show them, then they'll be so surprised!" Tord whisper-yelled to Jon, who grinned and joined Tord's bouncing. "It'll be so great! I hope that they like me, but I have a good feeling that they will!" Tord cocked a brow, placing a hand on Jon's shoulder. "Of course they will! You're really kind, and you just- I'm not sure how to explain it, but you're just an amazing person in general. They'll be so happy once they meet you." Jon blushed, his heart fluttering. "Th-thank you so much! You're all of those things too!" Jon replied, Tord releasing him. He got his food, then he left it on the counter.

"Well, let's go see them! I'm so excited!" Jon decided, Tord nodding in agreement before setting his plate down next to Jon's. He grabbed Jon's hand, then ran with him into the living-room, finding that his parents were sitting on the couch while watching TV. Jon hid behind Tord, afraid all of a sudden. "Mom, dad, Jon's here to meet you!" Tord said, Jon peeking his head out from behind him. Tord's mother looked at Tord, then behind him, then around him. Tord's father did the same, then quirked a brow. "Well, where is he?" Tord's father questioned, Jon coming out from behind Tord. "I'm right here! It's so nice to meet you, Mr and Miss-" Jon was interrupted by Tord's mother. "I don't see anybody. Is he hiding?" Jon's smile dropped, then he walked up to Tord's mother.

"I'm right here, miss!"

Tord's mother and father were still looking at Tord, not the boy in front of them. Tord quirked a brow, pointing at Jon. "He's right there, don't you see him?" Tord's mother and father both looked at the spot that Tord was pointing at, then exchanged looks. Tord's mother shrugged, Tord's father humming thoughtfully. The two looked back at him, a smile coming to his mother's face. "Sorry Tord, we can't see your imaginary friend. But, it's good that you have such a vivid imagination!" Tord's mother spoke, Tord's smile dropping just like Jon's.

"...What?! You seriously can't see him?!" Tord looked over at Jon. "Do something! Move the TV to get their attention!" Jon nodded and walked over to the TV, attempting to push it a little. Though, he couldn't move it, and he instead just phased through it. Tord's eyes widened, and he backed up a bit. "J-Jon?" Tord's father huffed and crossed his arms. "Funny joke, Tord. Now, go off and do something, like your homework?" Tord backed away a bit more, then ran into the kitchen.

"Hey! Don't talk to him like that! You should be happy that his brain works so well, to the point that he made a character! Maybe he'll draw it, or write about it, or something productive like that!" Tord's mother yelled to Tord's father, Tord sitting down onto the kitchen floor while grabbing at his hair. "He's grown! He's going to be a man soon, so he needs to forget about this childish nonsense!" Tord's father argued back, Tord's breathing becoming unstable. Jon came into the kitchen, sitting down next to Tord and patting his back. Tord sobbed and swatted Jon's hand away, shaking his head. "...I thought that you said that you're real. You l-lied to me... and now I look really, really dumb..." Tord muttered, wiping his eyes. "B-but, I am real! I don't know what happened! I can lift the plate, but I couldn't move the TV!" Jon explained, Tord continuing to sob.

"P-please, believe me! I really am real! Look!" Jon hugged Tord, who hugged back and hid his face on Jon's chest. Tord gently grabbed Jon's arms, feeling the boy's skin, his warmth, as if he were real. "Yeah... yeah, you're real..." Tord looked at the boy, smiling as he was held. "Man, this is so weird... I don't know what's going on... but, you're real to me, and that's all that really matters."