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" Could you please turn it down?" Tord asked through his lip bitting. His eyes were screwed shut and his brows furrowed.
Tom looked at Tord directly in the eyes; although you couldn't really tell. A painfully obvious smirk wandered over his face and stayed as he shook his head and reached over to the guitar amplifier; slowly turning a little knob, with a music icon, to the right.
Tord's face began to contort again, just like it had the last time Tom turned up the volume.
More pinched.
More tension.
More sweat.
It's crazy how driving Tord up the wall filled Tom with so much joy.
Tom grinned at his own nasty habits of torturing his housemate. It's a habit that was always there, but recently got to be revived. The day that Tord returned out of the blue was the absolute worst day of Tom's life.
Everyday following it however, were the. BEST. DAYS. EVER.
Everyday Tom found new ways to mess with his 'friend'. A couple of his favorite being hot sauce in his cereal, pouring ice in his hot shower, tying his shoes to the table, shampoo in his toothpaste, spiders in his bed and now this.
Strapping him down to Tom's bed post with nothing but some 4 year old duck tape and old cable wires while forcing him to endure hours of guitar solos through headphones with his Susan.
And not just any headphones... oh no no.
Those kinda headphones. The ones you'd probably find at some ratty garage sale, the ones where the wiring that surrounds the ear pokes out at random times and gives you weird ear scratches, the ones that have the padding flapping around; connected by a very persistent tread.
Yeah, those kinds of headphones.
Tom was just finishing up with his cover of American Idiot by Greenday when he noticed that the headphones were slightly vibrating.
Shaking Tord's hair with each jerk. Every time messing up Tord's hair in little details. A couple strands flow here, a few more over there.
There was a point when the headphones top fell in front of Tord's eyes, brushing past his surprisingly long and thick eyelashes.
Tom stopped playing for a second as he readjusted the headphones so Tord could see.
This must have sent mixed signals to that stupid commie because he gave Tom a hopeful smile. So small Tom nearly missed it.
Nearly.
Tom then took his pick and strummed down the strings with enough force that he could feel the vibrations from the headphones.
Tord's petite smile vanished in favor for a painful looking expression. One where his jaw dropped and his eyes snapped shut.
Tom smiles to himself as he reached over once more to the amplifier, purposefully brushing Tord's knee so he could witness the act.
As Tord's eyes fluttered open with newly rising tears, he started begging once registering what Tom was doing.
" GOD! NO TOM!"
Aw, he's doing that thing where you shout over the music to hear yourself.
" PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL DO YOUR CHORES, I'LL RUB YOUR BACK, SERVE YOU BREAKFAST IN BED!"
Tom's hand frozen on the knob as he turned his head towards Tord. Raising his pierced eyebrow.
The aftermath of his strumming ended just in time for Tord to not lose his voice.
Tears now slowly crawling down his cheeks. It reminded Tom of kids sliding down a water slide that lacked water.
Pausing, going, pausing, going.
It drove Tom crazy.
Tord's pathetic whines and hics didn't help with Tom's annoyance. Tord looked beautiful though. In a really messed up way.
His silvery red eyes fixated on Tom's as his watery tears pulled their way down his face. The duck tape, Tom realized, was curling at the tips and it appeared that Tord had slightly shifted the bed with his tugging.
Beautiful.
But annoy. Tom took his hand that gripped Susan and relocated it at Tord's jaw. It clenched tightly enough for Tord to flinch back from the pinching sensation. Tom's thumb glided over Tord's right cheek.
Like windshield wipers, it swiped the tear away. Then Tom awkwardly stretched his thumb over Tord's nose, pushing it upwards slightly, to wipe at Tord's other tears.
The best part was that Tord seamed to relax at this. Tom immediately yanked his hand back, turned up the volume and strummed down again.
This time Tord actually let out a scream. That was the first sign that Tom didn't read.
The second being the kicking of Tord's legs once Tom began riffing. His scream not ending.
That signal was also disregarded.
The final was the only one Tom actual payed attention to.
Blood.
A red, warm steam flowed from Tord's right ear.
" Hu hu hu, AHHhhHhHh hahah ha."
Tord panted and screamed and choked on his own breath as tear reappeared at his eyes.
Tom stopped dead, his hands flew down to stop the strings in motion. He quickly fell back down to the floor and scrambled over to his blue and black amplifier, quickly shutting it off and unplugging the headphones.
He instantly spun around to Tord and yanked off those abominations that were called headphones. Tord's ear only became more irritated by the new scratch that the headphones gave him.
" mhMm!! tOMm!" Tord yipped.
" Shh shh. It's okay... I'm so sorry... shh shh... I'm such an idiot."
Tom ripped a strip from his white undershirt that he had been wearing. With the awkward height difference, the smiley face from his , now ripped, Nirvana T-shirt stood face to face with Tord.
" Oh God, this was so dumb. I'm soooo so so sorry dude."
Tom took the textile and treaded it along the bloody stream. Finally cramming it into the gory ear.
Tord's bloodshot eyes slightly shook as he stared, seemingly paralyzed.
" Tord? Tooord?...TORD!" The sounds of Tom's voice snapped Tord out of his trace and plunged him into immediate panic.
" Tom? Tom! I- I can't hear! Tom?" His voice was soaked with his Norwegian accent. It almost felt as if there was a language barrier from how difficult it was to decipher his words.
" Yeah? Do you need something?" Tom asked as he began to strip off the curling duck tape and frayed cables that tied the man down.
As Tom ripped the tape off, it pealed fuzz from Tord's red tank top as his oversized jean jacket bunched around his wrists.
" What?! I-I can't..."
" Hear me... right." Tom finished untying Tord while he secretly wished Edd and Matt didn't have to take Ringo in for his yearly check-up today.
" Come on, let's go raid the medicine cabinet." Tom states while standing up, and offering a hand to Tord.
" Wait... I can sorta hear you." Tord hesitantly takes Tom's hand and pulls himself up. Once stood, he pulls his jacket over his shoulders the proper way and they head off towards the medicine cabinet.
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