Tom rolled out of bed, and rubbed his eyes. He squinted and looked around, his new apartment still a bit of a mess from moving. He gritt his teeth, remembering WHY they had to move. Freaking commie. He looked down, and picked up his tomee bear to put back on his bed.
He tidied the room a bit, and stopped. There was a box, a small box that he didn't recognize. The world seemed to stop, holy lonely pony eating macaroni... not now, He thought. There was a small ball of anxiety setting in his chest. He looked towards his mirror, and bit his lips.
He didn't know what this was, but he would get this way sometimes. Most of the time he felt normal, like he was a normal man. Then, then this would happen. He just felt, he felt wrong somehow. It always confused him, cause when this happened, he almost kinda felt like a girl sometimes.
Tom shook his head, nonononono, he was fine. He repeated this to himself a few times, not wanting to envoke anymore panic. He put on a more fitting shirt under his baggy hoodie, which helped a little. He took a deep breath and went to join the others in Edds room. He was still contemplating this weirdness his body felt when Matt appeared out of nowhere.
Tom was the tallest out of the three of them, he was nearly 6'6''. Most days he was happy with this, but today... he wished he was a bit shorter. Matt looked nervous, Tom noticed this. Matt looked up to Toms face.
" Heh-Heh, okay Tom, um don't freak out ok, please?" Matt nervousley started rambling. Tom blinked.
" Nothing-Nothing's wrong of course, it's just, um, stay calm..." Matt was wringing his hands and looking at Edds door. Tom raised a brow.
" Whatever Matt. What's got you so...jumpy today?" Tom shook his head at the ginger before entering Edds room.
Matt awkwardly followed. Tom stopped, Two pairs of eyes looked up at Tom. Edds familiar green ones, and the other set contained one blood red eye while the other was a silver. Edd jumped, brushing against the other male's arm. This envied a whimper.
" What. The. Actual freakin' Hell is He doing here..." Tom glared at the small noregian. Edd and Matt shot eachother a look. Tom continued glaring, and Tord lowered his eyes to the floor.
" Now Tom, calm down." Matt started
" He- he just needed some help and I offered." Edd continued.
" Do- Do y- you want to p-punch me? G- go ah-ahead..." Tords quiet stutters finished.
The other three turned to him and stared. Tord shrugged, then winced. His left arm went to his right eye, his right arm hanging uselessly at his side. Edd walked back over to him and wrapped a bandage around the right half of his face. It left his red eye staring at Tom.
" I- I wouldn't bl-blame you... I d- deserve it..." Tord looked back to the floor. He squinted at the table, and took a few pills that were laying there. He yawned and curled up in the fetal position on the floor. The others just blinked, Edd leading them back to Matt's room.
Tom sat on the couch, his head spinning. They explained to him how Tord was staying with some of his friends down the hall, but would probably move in with Edd. That new box in his room was Tords, it was just there for now. Tom gripped his hair in his hands and looked around the room. There were mirrors everywhere, and each reflection of him seemed to scream how wrong his body was.
He shoved his face into his hands and groaned. With how his body was betraying him, and the news about that traitorous commie, his head felt like a dumptruck had run over it. He stood up, which startled his friends, and left for his apartment. He swallowed some tylenol and shook off his hoodie. He put on his pajamas and crawled into bed.
Who cared if it was the afternoon? Tom only felt like sleeping. He snuggled Tommee bear under his chin and closed his eyes. His? or Her eyes? Tom groaned, deciding on an internet search tomorrow. His last thought, God I could use a drink...