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It's about mid day in Britian. Edd sits out from the back of their porch. Watching under the protection of the roof as rain pees from the clouds.
Despite the annoyance of rain, the air is quite nice. A warmish day with the rain just being a bit cool.
Although with now nice it is, Edd still wouldn't go dancing in puddles. Instead he listens to the sound of it hitting off the house.
Very much unlike his house mate Matt, who is running circles of the puddles forming in the grass.
He's supervising, he supposes. But he just really wanted to get away from staring at his half finished drawing on his computer screen.
He doesn't glance back to the sound of the screen door sliding open. Blue is seen by the corner of his eye. It's Tom, he knows.
They both stare out to the one in purple joyously dancing around as if he's never played a dayin his life out in the rain.
"What is he doing now." Tom deadpans. "Making a mess of his shoes." Edd hums. Although his tone is low, it catches the attention of Matt.
"No I'm not! I can just wash them off later." The ginger places his hands on his hips.
Tom raises a brow at him. Staring at him silently before realizing he has to ask his question aloud.
"Your hoods not up. You know you can catch hyperthermia-"
"Don't care." Matt crosses his arms with an upwards tilt of his chin. Tom's concern immediately is flicked away as his expression becomes a squint.
"You're an idiot." He comments before turning over to Edd. "I'm going to drive down to the mall. Is there anything we need while I'm down there?"
Edd glances up to Tom with a blink of his eyes. "No? Why such the long drive?"
Tom would of glanced away sheepishly if he had pupils, but instead he just quirks his brow a bit. Rubbing the side of his head, he frowns.
"I haven't found anything yet for my mother.." Edd continues to stare. "Her birthday's coming up soon."
"Oh." Edd glances down. "No. Not that I can think of. Maybe trash bags tho."
"Ok." Tom turns back to the screen door. The sound of it slidding open catches someone's attention.
"Wait!" Matt holds out a hand to Tom, before reeling it back towards himself. Nervously meeting his hollow eyes as he turns back to him.
"Can I come? I-I mean I can't really um.."
Right. Matt doesn't remember how to drive. Tom sighs.
"Sure."
. . .
"Um, Tom?" Matt glances to the man in question with big nervous eyes and light pout in his lip.
Tom meets his expression with a rather opposite expression; a deadpan.
"Yeah?" He straightens up, removing the hand that was just propping his head up seconds ago.
"Why are you in the passenger side?" The ginger points a bit timidly to the left side. His lip twitching with worry.
Tom side eyes him. Staring into his empty eyes, it's almost hard for Matt to figure out what he's thinking in that big forehead of his.
"I want you to drive."
Matt almost chokes out all the air in his lungs.
"What?" His mouth cracks a confused smile. Then he tilts his head to the side with a narrow of his eyes.
Crossing his arms. He asks a little "Why?" With skepticism. "You know I can't drive.." He adds under his breath, and with it is disbelief.
"You used to." Tom leans onto the dashboard, arms underneath his head. "Just start up the car."
"I-I don't know how!" Matt's hands are thrown by his sides, clinched.
"Just try." Matt sighs. Sitting down in the driver's seat. His leg almost immediately bops up and down.
A tinge of pain prings through his head. His palms immediately feel sweaty as his breathing is stifled.
Staring at it all.. It is like playing a video game on a different console.
You know what each button does, but now it's all swapped. And the confusion is making you forgot how you could play in the first place.
Tom isn't any help at all really by just staring at him. He bites on the inside of his tongue. Staring ahead to the road, he holds his breath as he starts the engine.
He can feel the itching need to just stop. He doesn't know how to do this. He doesn't want to do this.
Perhaps due to the overwhelming feeling of anxiety. Everything feels like a daze.
He is not watching which foot is the gas or which is the break. He's not letting go of the wheel. His arms tremble. His shoulders hurt.
He doesn't realize he's gripping the wheel as if it's the only thing holding him away from death until he hears a voice.
"Huh?" He blinks. His face relaxes from the almost pissed expression he held the whole time while driving.
Glancing over to the one in the passenger side. Tom repeats himself.
"We're here."
Matt's breathing seems to slowly return in a few deep breaths. His mouth drops a little as he looks out of the front windshield.
Matt glances over, listening to Tom speak as he gets out of the car. "I'm actually kind of impressed. I thought you would of tapped out when we stopped for gas."
What?
Matt frowns as he turns off the car's engine. Getting out. He almost falls by a quirk of his leg.
Tom's eyes turn white, reaching out to hold onto his side. Matt laughs it off as he regains balance.
"Just low on blood sugar is all!" He smiles down to Tom, attempting to be reassuring.
Staring into his eyes, his expression drops. "...You're uh, holding onto my waist quite a bit there."
Tom immediately reels away with him with a glare. An odd color is plastered across his cheeks. Sending Matt spiraling a bit more.
It's embarrassment. He justifies within his mind. Walking by Tom's side, following his lead. He can't help but keep replaying it within his mind.
His chest feels tight as he does. He hopes it does not show on his face.
Eventually they make it to whatever store Tom wanted to enter. Awfully bright, Matt believes.
He asks if he can go into another store, but of course the answer is no. He rolls his eyes.
But he wonders around anyway. Walking down the aisles that he is much taller than. He's already lost the much shorter man within the store.
Makeup.. He's not too fond of. Er- sure he covers the tiredness under his eyes. And tries to care for any acne. God. He fucking hates acne.
But eye shadow, that other feminine stuff. He couldn't care less for. Maybe that's why it's difficult for him to interact with women.
His mouth slips a bit into a small frown. Eyeing the aisles. He does like foundation.. Gazing over. He sees open pallettes. Testers.
Looking up, Tom notices Matt isn't following him around like a lost puppy anymore after he finds what he wants.
Raising a brow, he glances around. Which would be a lot easier if he was taller, but. He does see the carrot top anyway.
"Hey Matt, I just have to check out. Did you wanna go anywhere before we eat-... What the hell is all over your hands?" Tom deadpans.
Littering over the ginger's pale freckled skin is swatches of probably every single eye shadow he came across.
Sparkles, dark to light, skin tones too dark for his own. Everywhere. He looked as if he managed to gain bruises within a few minutes.
And he just let out a high pitch giggle.
Tom slumps, narrowing his eyes up to him. "Why do I even ask."
Walking to the front of the counter. Matt finally acknowledges what he had gotten. Handing the bottle to the cashier. She checks it out.
It's shampoo.
"Tom.. Isn't your mom... Like, you know?"
He glances up to him after passing over the card. "What?" He seems, genuinely confused by the question.
"I um, forgot." He blurts out. And it almost feels terrible.
Biting hard onto his tongue, following him out. He wonders if Tom will comment. Staring at him. It's silent.
Tom isn't going to say anything, but he almost expects a harsh remark.
"You didn't say where you wanted to eat." He suddenly says. Snapping him away from his thought.
"Me?" He blinks.
"Yeah."
He doesn't know how to feel about being given the liberty. He pulls down at his hoodie.
"Can we go to that one buffet? The Chinese one?"
Tom shrugs. "Yeah, okay."
Although Matt doesn't smile. A giddy nervous feeling is burning within his stomach.
Than he realizes he is indeed, starving. Especially once they get there.
Sitting with themselves. Matt's food sits in front of him. He's already bit into it a bit, as Tom sits down with his own plate. But he's focused on something else.
Tom can't help but watch the scene in front of him. Matt's leg is propped onto the chair next to him. Knotting his shoe laces in the most disgusting creation he's ever seen.
Tom almost opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it.
He can't even tie his own shoes.. That's.. Great.
He offers to let Matt drive them home, but the hysterical laughter that blurts out of him out of mad panic. Yeah, he'll be driving.
Which Matt seems overly relieved with as he sinks into the passenger side with a sigh.
Opening the door open home. They find Edd on the couch. Eating cereal with his cat underneath the bowl as she lays on his lap.
"Did you boys have fun?" He asks, glancing over to them. Ringo does as well with a little murr. It's almost cute how she mimics him.
"No." Tom says bluntly as he turns away and walks to his room.
Matt's mouth gapes, watching him go without another word. And than he bursts into laughter.
Edd smiles knowing truth behind that answer.