It had been quite awhile since the three boys thought about the day Tord came to visit. They never spoke about the situation afterwards and their opinions were kept to themselves. It was better that way.
Even if that was the case Edd couldn't help but feel guilty,Tord used to be his friend. You can't just let that go. His sympathy was meaningless but yet it still existed.
Tom on the other hand was simply interested in why Tord wanted world domination so badly.
Matt, naive as always had more of opinion on himself than anyone else. Tord was merely a background character on the stage that he called his life.
Tom began to notice more and more of men in uniform on T.V. It oddly reminded him of Tord and that made him sick. This caused Tom to get up from his couch and grab a bottle of beer, some fancy brand. He was honestly waiting for the day he'd get sick of it but that day has yet to come. The Brit made his way back to the couch where he began to take sips of the drink.
Drinking is said to help you forget but this is when Tom closed his eyes and started to remember. The fun trips the gang had together and how the days flew by. Now the times have changed and Tom rarely left his apartment and when he did it was to drink. Sad but true, Tom began to relive his memories for a good while."What I'd do for another one of those" He stated out loud. "Another one of what?" Tom heard a voice coming from his kitchen. His eyes were now open and he found himself sitting upright on the couch. "What the hell?" Tom glared into the kitchen, seeing a dark figure, he got up immediately. "Who goes there?" He shouted, holding his now empty bottle high in the air to use as a weapon. Granted, it wasn't the best weapon but it was still something. "Relax! It's only me." The closer Tom got the more aware he became. It was none other than Edd.
His heart rate was racing and he was relieved that it was just his friend. Tom gave himself a moment to calm down until he finally began to speak. "God Edd, you could of knocked next time." to which Edd quickly responded with a "I did. You were too busy sleeping to hear." Sleeping? He could have sworn he was just day dreaming. "Honestly Tom, it's only 5pm you shouldn't start drinking so early." Edd commented worryingly as his friend tossed the empty bottle away. "Anyways" Edd began to speak, watching Tom grab another bottle from the fridge, obviously ignoring his advice. He frowned but continued to talk. "There's this big Christmas party and I was hoping-" Edd was cut off by Tom's sour response. "No. I'm not interested." Well. It was worth a shot. Edds gaze was now fixated on the ground. "Can you drop the act once and have fun with Matt and me? A bunch of people are going and it'll be good for all of us." This made Tom scoff. "As if I could have fun with a bunch of jolly ChristmasFuckers." After finishing that sentence Tom took a swing of his new drink. Edd's unhappiness was visible and he was now on his way to the door. "Just text me if you change your mind." Edd added before shutting the door behind him.
Even though it was hard to admit, Edd was right. A change in scenery was what Tom wanted but his pride got the best of him. The Brit sighed, going over and looking through the blinds of his apartment window. Matt could be seen at the bottom waiting eagerly for Edd to show up with Tom. Edd eventually showed up and explained to Matt what happened. Obviously Matt wasn't pleased but they both shrugged and went along their way." A party at 5pm? How lame is that.
After more than a good 7 hours Tom didn't receive one message from either of his friends. He started to worry. "By now Matt would've at least sent me a photo of himself with some kind of cute prop from the party?" Tom thought, unlocking his phone. Maybe he should get try and talk to them. They had a group chat and that's where he figured he should message first. A simple "Hey guys" was all he put. The message was shown as sent and not delivered. "Huh? That's odd?" Did they both have their phones off? Strange.
After a few more moments passed Tom decided to head out and look for his friends. Even if he had zero clue where this party was it, looking was better than sitting around and doing nothing.