It had been months since Tord had left the gang for Norway. He wondered what they had been doing. To be perfectly honest Tord's life had been very boring before Edd and the gang came along, he was just a Norwegian man in London. Now that the gang was gone his life again, was boring. So he decided to call up Edd himself.
*ring ring*
"Hey Edd,"
"Oh, hey Tord haven't heard from you in a while," the animator said in surprise. Tord heard what sounded like a cat screaming, things being thrown around, and who he assumed was the narcissistic ginger himself yelling for his mirror.
"Hey so Edd, you don't suppose I could come back for a visit, do you?" Tord asked trying to sound like he wasn't begging. He must've sounded convincing because there wasn't a long pause after his statement.
"No, not at all you can come anytime it would be great to see you again Tord," the young man answered. Tord realized that the odd noises had stopped he shrugged it off and concluded that they probably just yelled at who he assumed was Matt.
"Thanks Edd I'll be there as soon as possible," the commie assured.
"I guess I'll see you soon," the cola lover said cheerfully.
*call ended*
(The next day at Edd's house)
Matt was making breakfast specifically pancakes, bacon, and eggs Edd said that was too much for only three people of course he didn't tell Matt or Tom about Tord visiting, he wanted the visit to be a complete surprise. While Matt was making breakfast Tom and Edd were on the couch watching The Cats.
*ding dong*
"I'll get it," Tom reluctantly said. Tom opened the door to finds Tord sitting in the doorway Tom looked at him and immediately slammed the door shut *slam* "Tom that was rude" Edd said before rushing to the door to let Tord inside. "Hey Tord," "hello Edd," Tom pulled Edd to the side and whispered this: "What the heck is that commie doing here!?"
"Well, Tord wanted to visit and he's an old friend, I couldn't say no to him," Edd explained
"Yes you could've" Tom mumbled under his breath
"Look he's here now and he's sleeping in your room" Edd stated
"My room? Why my room!?"
"Well…you know how Matt is, and my room is FILLED with Coke cans. The best place is your room,"
"Why not the couch?" Tom suggested
"That's not right," Edd replied