Normal, that's how it with him. Normal means routine. Normal is getting drunk because forgetting is better than anything else, if it was routine.

As long as it's routine.

A small, black silhouette stumbles in a dark room. It stands up, swaying next to a couch. Trudging into what looks like the outlining of a kitchen.

The figure flips a switch and a blaring light fills the room. Thick, mud colored curtains drawn shut amplifies the stillness of the apartments bubble. Silence deepening the closer they get to the silver fridge.

They are a young man with dark blue, galaxy eyes with bags under them, contrasting the sickly pale skin the young man had. He slouched in a bright blue tee-shirt and blue-grey swim shorts. This thin, frail man opens the fridge and takes a clear glass bottle of unopened Vodka.

With a single hiccup, he stares at it, remembering why he was doing this- why he was drowning his memories and killing his mind.

*Seven Hours Ago*

He was bright, happy and starting to feel happy.

"For the last time- you're lying!!!! I'm straight!"

"No- You ARE LYING, YOU ARE NOT STRAIGHT!"

He loves arguing with his friends, it's so much fun.

"I. AM. STRAIGHT."

"WHY YOU LYE'N???? HE'S LYE'N, HE'S NOT STRAIGHT!!!!!"

He picked up the younger girl and tempted to carry her home and throw her into her room, when his phone rang and she screeching was annoying. He set her down on her feet and answered.

"Hello? Oh, hi!", he smile with a light blush.

"....For two weeks and you're just braking up with me now? No....I get it. You're a nice guy and I can't tie you down....I'm...not good enough...not....No....I am. Stop, please don't say such nice things now. It'll hurt. Please."

He hung up and trembled for a moment. Snapping his head up and turning a round, he addresses his female friend.

"See, I was right. I don't have a boyfriend, so I'm straight. Argument over, well! I'm going home and getting drunk!", he said coldly with a stoic expression.

*To The Now*

So, here he is now, with a drink in his hand that he doesn't even feel like drinking.

He sighs, "What was the point of all this? A relationship fixes nothing, my problems were just in the back of my mind as I thought about him."

He puts the alcohol back and goes to his room to sleep, no doubt that it's night by now.

Knock Knock

"Tom? It's me Edd and Matt. We have movies with us, want to movie marathon? We can blanket burrito and everything?"

"....Sure, nothing better to do.", he shouts from his door frame.

*Morning Time*

Tom shuffles out of the mess of limbs and gets dressed. He still has to work no matter what he feels.

"Uh....Tom? You can call in sick, yah know?", mumbles a sleepy Edd.

"No....I can go...be a functional human of society."

"If you say so...."

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His job did nothing to distract him from his brake up.

His boyfriend of three months was a nice guy-

neat cut hair and fancy work suit....square frame glasses....nickname "Mr. Tree"....made him feel better about the loss of an old friend.

"Hey, Tome!"

"Sigh...Matt, it's Tom."

"Tino!"

"Sigh....Right, Tino."

"Anyways, what do you want for lunch?"

"....I've already eaten."

His stomach protested.

"Chicken sandwich with lettuce and ranch it is!"

"Make it with mayo and ketchup instead of ranch, please."

"Okay!"

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Tom this, Tom that....why is it Tom? Edd getting powers is something to note and Matt becoming a Vampire certainly might be useful, but Tom? A monstrous looking ball with fur and maybe scales? That is....well very useful. But this doesn't help me right now, because I am being beat up by angry females....not just any group of angry females....alternate versions of my old friends and....me? Why is female me not on my side?

"This is for TOM!!!!"

Ah, yeah. She's like a doting sister, the lot of them.

"Don't forget Matt's face!"

"-And Matt's face!!!"

"Grr....why the heck are you all fighting me? I have done nothing to your universe!"

"Tom IS our universe, just look at him! You traitor!!!"

"What, because I tried to kill him?"

"No, you broke your promise and rubbed her secret in her face!"

"Tamara....it's fine, it doesn't matter.....any more....."

"No. Tom you deserve all the cute bows and shoes you want!"

"Yeah, I'll help!"

"After we kick his butt!!!"

"His flat butt!!!"

Edd and Matt stand by and watch the girls kick Tord in the dirt. Tom slowly walks over to them.

"How are you holding up?"

"Honestly, after my brake up with....Mr. Tree.....watching the other half of my family wail on Tord makes feel better."

"Let's get ice cream!", chirped Ell.

She scooped up Tom and jumped in the mirror that Matt was holding. The others following behind.

"Don't worry about Tom, we'll take it from."

"But you've been handling everything the minute you found out."

Tamara chuckled and then grinned.

"Then you can just take it easy for a bit longer and then we'll hand him over to you!"

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Promises always get broken. Tom's secret had been something he didn't want to bother people with. It wasn't a problem to his friends and he didn't know that. He didn't want to know and didn't want them to know.

Despite everything, he always believed that no matter how much they hated each other.....that Tord would take his secret to the grave, he promised.

He didn't.

He didn't mean to brake it, it just happened. That doesn't mean, that the pained look on Tom's face make the satisfaction of hurting him any less real.

But...that smug feeling went out the window when he realized what he did.

He's not heartless....just....human. Being human makes him do bad things to people he cares about.

He cares....that's why he hurts people. So they won't care. He hurts them so they won't so much later.

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Everyone is an idiot. They do things that are mean, because sometimes they don't think and that will never change.

                                                    THE END.