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2014, somewhere in london.
-"TORD, LET FUCKING GO ALREADY!"-
ahh, nothing better than a normal day, am I right?
Let me introduce myself. My name is Tord. why is Tom screaming at me, you may ask? Oh, the usual. I'm currently tugging on his hair to see how long will it take him to hit me.
-"FUCKING HELL, TORD, I HATE YOU!"
Phew, I managed to avoid that one, that's for sure! he fights like a girl, but I don't think saying that'd make the situation better for me right now. But oh, Thomas, I hate you too. so so much. Ever since we were kids, I've always hated you. its a deep hate, one that's born from the bottom of my soul.
But you know what they say. The line between hate and love is very, very thin.
After a (honestly pathetic) fight, I decide to go to my room. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, and think "how did I end up feeling this way"
Its a long story.
Maybe a boring one too.
But you are reading my mind right now, so you are probably interested in what I have to say about it, aren't you?
Lets start from the very beggining.
TIME TRAVEEELINGGG!~
Ahh, my childhood years. I was a great kid, y'know. Intelligent, handsome... I was on my peak at 8 years old.
I've always been a simple man. My tastes haven't changed much. I've always loved robots, war, typical "man" stuff. Little did I know I liked men too.
Fine, that one was lame. But hey, it sounded funny in my brain. Oh wait, you are in my brain too. Oops? you better have thought it was just a bit funny.
Anyways. One day, my parents decided that, for some reason I'll probably never know, we had to move to England. I was so fucking mad. You won't believe how many tartrums I threw the first 3 months. They decided to make me go to a school so they'd get rid of me for the sake of their mental health. And, not gonna lie, I completely get them, I would have done that too.
I hated it there. So, so much. Obviously our "dear" Edd noticed me right away and started nagging me to play with them. I'm a benevolent soul, so I said yeah. That day I also met Matt, and motherfucking Tom. The moment I saw him, with those stupid empty eyes and that punchable face, I knew he was going to be my target. I teased him, pushed him, made fun of him, and making him cry was just so... satisfying. After all, the boy said his parents were a pineapple with glasses and a bowling ball! If I didn't bully him, someone else would have.
The thing is, that I felt very weird. I loved seeing him cry, but didn't like it when other kids teased him. At the time I was very egoist too, so I didn't want to share his attention. And the fact that little Tommy always forgave me and treated me like if I was his best friend... it disgusted me. A lot.
But don't get me wrong. Somehow, I really liked him too. God, I even promised him that I'd marry him one day! thankfully he doesn't remember that. I hope. I really hope so.
I remember one specific day. I was having fun, throwing sand at Toms hair, and then one kid decides to join me and kicks Tom in the back, making him fall face down onto the sand. Tom was already crying, so the sand was stuck to his face and he looked hilarious. But I still don't know why I got so mad. I even helped Tom clean himself. Sometimes I feel the urge to help him out. why do I even care?
Anyways.
Going back to the present.
I don't hate Tom. Not that much, honestly. But I like seeing him suffer for me. I want him to need me. I need him to beg on his knees and to realize that without me he's nothing. I know his secret, after all.
I could ruin his life.
I will ruin his life.
I just love him so much.
Or do I?