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The Norski and the Themby-Chapter Five

A/N:I'm so excited to get to continue this series and I hope you all truly enjoy.Again a special thanks to @p34ch-tr33 for all that you've inspired me to do with my writing.Enjoy!

Warnings:None

Word Count:1.1k

Paul averted his eyes and cleared his throat. I squealed and hid underneath Tord. "Oh, hey guys. What's up?" Tord was completely calm as if this was a totally normal occurrence for the boys to walk in on. How many people had he done this with? I surely couldn't have been the only one if he was acting this calmly. I scurried to put my clothes on, my back to the boys so they couldn't see anything. I could feel my face burning and there were tears pricking my eyes. I tried taking some deep breaths to calm myself. It didn't seem to be working. And to top it all off, I couldn't fucking walk away. I had to nudge Tord, who had already gotten redressed, and gestured to my wheelchair. He nodded, putting me in it. I wheeled around a bit to stim. I must've looked completely unhinged. I stopped to run a hand through my hair and take a few deep breaths. Clearing his throat, Tord said, “So, are we ready for practice?” The boys nodded and started to set up. Tord walked over to me and brushed some hair out of my eyes. “You ready, Lyric?” I could only nod. He handed me a bottle of water and I completely downed it in two seconds flat. Tossing it aside, I shook out my wrists and I was ready to go. Tord gestured for me to come over to the mic stand and he adjusted it for me. He handed me some sheet music for a song that sounded sort of familiar. I couldn’t quite place where I had heard it before, though. It was definitely in a language I understood. That’s when I realized it was in Spanish. I looked up at Tord quizzically. “I thought you guys were Norski. Why are you performing stuff in Spanish?” He chuckled to himself. “Because our new lead singer is half Cuban. What better way to introduce you to our fans than by performing something in one of your native tongues?” I thought it over for a bit and then nodded agreeing. I scanned the page some more while the boys tuned their instruments. I took some deep breaths, stretching my diaphragm. I was nervous. I don’t really do stuff like this and now I was the lead singer of a Norski rock band? And they wanted to debut me by expositioning half of my heritage?

Paul's face was a bright shade of red and Pat cleared his throat. I squealed and hid myself underneath Tord. "Oh, hey guys. What's up?" Tord was completely calm as if this was a totally normal occurrence for the boys to walk in on. How many people had he done this with? I surely couldn't have been the only one if he was acting this calmly. I scurried to put my clothes on, my back to the boys so they couldn't see anything. I could feel my face burning and there were tears pricking my eyes. I tried taking some deep breaths to calm myself. It didn't seem to be working. And to top it all off, I couldn't fucking walk away. I had to nudge Tord, who had already gotten redressed, and gestured to my wheelchair. He nodded, putting me in it. I wheeled around a bit to stim. I must've looked completely unhinged. I stopped to run a hand through my hair and take a few deep breaths. Clearing his throat, Tord said, “So, are we ready for practice?” The boys nodded and started to set up. Tord walked over to me and brushed some hair out of my eyes. “You ready, Lyric?” I could only nod. He handed me a bottle of water and I completely downed it in two seconds flat. Tossing it aside, I shook out my wrists and I was ready to go. Tord gestured for me to come over to the mic stand and he adjusted it for me. He handed me some sheet music for a song that sounded sort of familiar. I couldn’t quite place where I had heard it before, though. It was definitely in a language I understood. That’s when I realized it was in Spanish. I looked up at Tord quizzically. “I thought you guys were Norski. Why are you performing stuff in Spanish?” He chuckled to himself. “Because our new lead singer is half Cuban. What better way to introduce you to our fans than by performing something in one of your native tongues?” I thought it over for a bit and then nodded agreeing. I scanned the page some more while the boys tuned their instruments. I took some deep breaths, stretching my diaphragm. I was nervous. I don’t really do stuff like this and now I was the lead singer of a Norski rock band? And they wanted to debut me by expositioning half of my heritage?

The boys were all in position and I was learning the notes. It was a song that I remember from my childhood. My Papi played it while he was cooking every Cinco de Mayo. We celebrate Cinco de Mayo to honor Hispanic unity. It was ‘Mi Gente’. It was one of my personal favorites. I danced to it every year with Frost in the living room while we cleaned. I started humming the tune lightly. Tord looked over at me. “You know it?” I nodded excitedly. “We play it every year for Cinco de Mayo!” Tord smiled softly to himself. There was this look in his eye that I’d only seen a couple of times before when he looked at me. I blushed and averted my gaze elsewhere. Eye contact makes me violently uncomfortable. Clearing my throat, I said, “Are we ready to start?” The boys nodded in agreement. Tord strummed out the first few chords on his guitar while Paul tapped out the beat on his drums. I silently took a deep breath while I waited for my cue.

Hago música que entretiene

El mundo nos quiere, nos quiere, me quiere a mí

Toda mi gente se mueve

Mira el ritmo cómo los tiene

Hago música que entretiene

Mi música los tiene fuerte bailando y se baila así

Estamos rompiendo la discoteca

La fiesta no para, apenas comienza

C'est comme ci, c'est comme ça

Ma chérie, la la la la la

Francia, Colombia, me gusta (freeze)

J Balvin, Willy William, te gusta (freeze)

Los DJs no mienten, les gusta mi gente

Y eso se fue mundial (freeze)

No le bajamos, más nunca paramos

Es otro palo y blam

¿Y dónde está mi gente?

Mais fais bouger la tête

¿Y dónde está mi gente?

Say…

The song came to a close and the three boys behind me just stared, slack-jawed, when I turned around to face them. My face went beet red. I crossed my arms over my chest uncomfortably. “What?Was it really that bad?” I asked, staring at my feet in the foot rests of my wheelchair. Tord burst out laughing which only caused my face to burn up even more. I twiddled my thumbs in my lap as Tord walked up to me. “That was absolutely incredible, Lyric. I’ve never heard a better voice.” I smiled up at him gently. “You really think so?” I asked, tilting my head to the side. He nodded eagerly. “Of course.” He grabbed my hand and stroked his thumb across the back of my pale hand. “You’re cold.” He said it like it was a question. I giggled. “Of course I’m cold. I’m anemic.” My hand stayed in his for a while until he realized that he was still holding my hand. He cleared his throat, pulling his away. “Alright guys, I’m going to call it there. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Paul and Patryk packed everything up and waved goodbye. “I should probably get home too. I have to soak my legs so maybe they’ll start working again soon.” I said. Tord nodded reluctantly. He wheeled me out to his car and drove me home. Once we got to my house, he helped me inside and we were greeted by my parents. “Tord! Staying for dinner again?” Papi asked. Tord hesitated until I nodded in response for him. “I hope that’s okay.” He said. My Papi laughed. “Of course it is! You’re family now.” Tord smiled at this. He rolled me to the dining table because my arms still hurt from all of the pushing around school and my band practice stim circles. “Oh, Lyric. We have a surprise for you.” Moeder said. I glanced at her suspiciously. “Okay.” I crawled out the ‘ay’. She brought out a set of metal leg braces. I felt tears hit my eyes. “Go on. Try them on.” She urged as I stared at them. So I did. They fit perfectly and compressed my muscles just right. I stood up and took a few steps, wobbling like a toddler learning to walk. “I love them!” I squealed. Then we sat down to dinner.

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nightfang22 · 16 days

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Okay so unpopular opinion (maybe?) but I am so in love with the way the creepypasta fandom has evolved from uwu soft baby boi to like cold blooded killers who truthfully portray their disorders and issues.I’ve seen lots of people talk about how it glorifies abuse but I don’t think that’s true.Like these characters were designed to act this way.We’re just sticking to the script now.I think it also helps people who have said disorders who are also in the fandom.

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nightfang22 · 19 days

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The Norski and The Themby-Chapter Four

A/N:I truly hope that you're enjoying the series thus far and I'm overjoyed to continue it with you guys.A special thanks to @p34ch-tr33 for all the inspiration and drive that you continue to give me so I can do what I do.Enjoy!

Warnings:None

Word Count:2.4k

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* My alarm clock blared as I rolled over, slamming my fist down onto it. After efficiently shutting my alarm off, I rolled out of bed sighing. I am not a morning person by any means. I looked at the time. The clock read 5:00 a.m. Why do I always get up so early? Then I heard footsteps marching in the direction of the bathroom. My eyes widened as I hopped out of bed, sliding my slippers on and racing to the bathroom. Frost and I always fight over the shower in the mornings. I slid my way down the hall and into the bathroom just a split second before Frost could. "Stront!" ("Shit!") He cursed as he banged his fist against the door in defeat. I could barely hear his groans over the sound of my hard earned victory. Smirking to myself in the mirror, I put on a playlist that Tord had sent me. It was all Norski hip hop from what I could tell but I was kind of digging it. I stripped in the mirror, dancing as the music played. I started to feel a twinge in my thigh but I elected to ignore it. I hopped in the shower and turned the water on completely boiling. I liked my skin red or else I didn't feel clean. I wet my hair and scrubbed my body while humming along to the music. The pain and twitching in my thigh persisted but I, again, chose to ignore it as I wrapped a towel around me and stepped out of the shower. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair after blow drying it. Just as I was about to grab my phone to switch songs, my legs completely gave out. The twitching became violent and painful. I screamed with tears in my eyes because it hurt so bad. Frost started banging on the door. "Gaat het?" ("Are you okay?") His banging only persisted as the tears streamed down my cheeks. The door burst open and I saw Frost standing there with a panicked expression splayed across his usually calm features. He rushed to me and picked me up bridal style carrying me to my room. I couldn't talk because I was in so much pain. He sat me on my bed and I pointed to the outfit on my desk. He helped me get dressed and carried me downstairs for breakfast. Moeder and Papi were looking at us with confused expressions until it clicked in Papi's brain. He whispered something to Moeder and she nodded. She was about to say something when I interjected through gritted teeth. "I request that we speak in English until I get used to it please." She only nodded, setting down the plate of food she was holding. "Your legs gave out again, didn't they?" She asked. It was a rhetorical question but I nodded in response anyway. She sighed. "You have two options then. You can either stay home from school and band practice," Panic rose in my chest at the thought of that, "or you go to school and practice in your wheelchair." I bit my lip, looking at the chair in the corner. I only ever used my wheelchair when I absolutely needed it. See, I have CMT. Charcot Marie Tooth, a type of muscular dystrophy in my legs. I try my very best to keep it hidden but in times like these, it can be difficult. Sighing in defeat, I nodded. "Fine. I'll use the wheelchair." She nodded and went back to cooking. We had bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast which I so graciously smothered in cinnamon sugar. "Oh, Tord still has my bike so he's giving me a ride to school today." Realization hit me like a bus when those words left my mouth. "And he absolutely cannot see me without working legs!" I cried out. Papi gave me a sympathetic glance as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Paardebloem, I know that it can be difficult and kind of embarrassing but I promise, if this Tord kid is a true friend, he won't care. And if he does, I'll beat the absolute shit out of him." Papi chuckled at his own joke. His advice gave me some sort of comfort.

Frost silently finished his breakfast and kissed our parents goodbye. He side eyed me and muttered, "I'll see you at school, Lyric." My heart almost shattered. Frost never acts so coldly towards me, no matter the fight. I bit my lip and nodded, staring at my lap. Papi brought me my wheelchair and I pulled myself into it. He put my bag in my lap and pressed a kiss into my fluffy brown hair. "Have a good day, sweetheart." I smiled and nodded as I rolled toward the front door. I took a deep breath as I rolled outside to the driveway. Tord was leaning against the hood of his car, playing on his phone. He glanced up at me and did a double take. "Lyric! What happened?" He asked, worry evident in his voice. I gulped. This was going to be harder than I thought. "I'll explain on the way to school if that's alright with you?" I looked up into his silver eyes. He nodded quickly, picking me up out of my chair and setting me in the passenger's seat of his car. I squeaked in shock, clinging to him until I was on solid ground again. He put my wheelchair in the backseat of his car as I buckled in. My hands were shaking. I was more afraid than I had realized. We sat in silence for a moment as Tord drove us to school. I cleared my throat and rubbed my left thigh. "So, you're probably confused and/or repulsed by the fact that I kind of can't walk at the moment. See, I have CMT which is a type of muscular dystrophy that effects my legs so sometimes I can't walk or my legs muscles twitch. I understand if you don't want to be seen with me-" Tord cut me off with a chuckle. "Don't want to be seen with you? Why wouldn't I want to be seen with the coolest person ever?" He laughed lightly. It was almost infectious. He was right. I was being silly. Tord liked me for me, not just because I can walk. I smiled at him as we pulled to a stop behind the school. Tord pulled my wheelchair out for me and put me in it securely, handing me my bag. "Do you want me to push you or do you want to do it yourself?" He asked. I smiled at the kind offer but declined. I do this all the time. I've got this. We headed for the doors to the school, passing Frost on our way there. I waved and he simply glared at Tord. Tilting my head down slightly, I continued forward toward my locker. Tord helped me reach everything and he walked me to my first class. I waved goodbye as he winked at me. I blushed a pale pink as I rolled to my seat next to Tom. Tom looked at me with widened voids. "Wha-" I cut him off. "Muscular dystrophy. This happens sometimes." He nodded, noticing how I didn't really want to talk about it. Class went on quite uneventfully when a paper ball flew onto my desk just like yesterday. I smiled softly as I carefully unraveled the ball as not to tear it. 'I'm throwing a party this weekend because my parents are out of town. Would you like to come?' I giggled quietly as I scribbled a yes and quickly tossed it back. When it landed on my desk this time, his address was scrawled on it. I folded it neatly and slipped it into my bag.

Once class was over, Tord met me at the door. Tom was behind me holding my bag. I told him that I could carry it but he insisted. Tord walked with Tom and I to my next class. There was the same group of girls that made fun of me yesterday for not being able to speak English properly standing next to a set of lockers, staring at us and whispering. They were pointing and laughing at me. The blonde wearing pink heels that I recognized as Caroline walked towards me. She "accidentally" spilled her iced latte all over me. She cackled and said, "Ooops. Sorry cripple." Tom growled and Tord looked like he was about to knock her lights out when I intervened. "Don't worry, guys. It's fine. Let's just go." I wiped the coffee off of my shirt while Tord pushed my wheelchair. I got to class with Tom and we parted ways with Tord. He ruffled my hair before saying his goodbyes and Tom led me in the classroom to our seats.

*Timeskip to after school*

I rolled to my locker with Tord in tow. He helped me put my things away and walked me to his car. "So, are you ready for band practice?" He asked. Band practice! It had completely slipped my mind up until now. I nodded excitedly. "What are we going to be working on?" I asked as he helped me into his car. "I've got a new song I really want to hear you sing." He said as he threw the gear shift into drive, speeding off towards his house. Once we arrived, he helped me into my wheelchair and opened up the garage. He grabbed some comfier clothes and went into the bathroom. I took this as an opportunity to just wheel around the room a bit, looking about. The walls were a beautiful scarlet color just like his bed sheets. His bed was messily made and thrown together just like any teenage boy. I wheeled over to his stage area and scoped it out. It was quite impressive. The bathroom door opened and Tord emerged in a grey V-neck t-shirt and black sweatpants. Even comfy, he was rather handsome. He tossed his dirty clothes lazily on the floor next to his hamper and I gasped. Rolling over to his hamper, I picked his clothes up and placed them inside. He chuckled while shaking his head at me, raking a hand through his golden caramel hair. "Okay, we're just waiting on Paul and Pat to get here and we can start. In the mean time, do you wanna play a game?" He looked over his shoulder at me as he pulled out a deck of cards. I tilted my head in curiosity. "What kind of game?" I asked. Waving the deck of cards in his hand, he said, "Suits? It's pretty simple. We can make it a little more interesting with a wager if you'd like?" I pondered the thought for a moment before eventually agreeing. "Okay, what will our wager be?" I asked, wheeling over to his bed as he pulled the garage door closed. He turned around with an evil smirk and chuckled darkly. "How about a game of Strip Suits? Each time you lose a hand, you lose an article of clothing?" I gulped. I could feel the scarlet blush dusting its way across my cheeks but I nodded anyway. I lifted myself from my chair onto his bed. I pulled my legs into a crossed position and placed my hands in my lap. Tord sat across from me and began shuffling the cards. "Okay, so the rules are simple. You get two cards. The first, you can look at but the second, you cannot. You hold the second one up for the other person to see. You judge based on your one viewable card and the other person's card if you have a winning hand or not. A pair is ideal. It beats everything. A suit is second when you have two cards of the same suit. And when you have two non matching cards of different suits, that's called a pig. If you both have a pig, high card wins. Got it?" I nodded my head. This seemed simple enough. Tord dealt the cards. I looked at my first card. A 10 of spades. This seemed like a pretty good card. I held up my second card and looked at Tord's. He was holding up a 4 of hearts. I think I got this one. "Okay, we're betting shirts first, yeah?" I nodded as the game began. "One, two, three!" We showed each other our cards. I had two tens and Tord have a 2 of hearts and a 4 of diamonds. "I guess I win, haha!" I giggled at my victory. Tord smirked and pulled his shirt over his head. It's like everything slowed down. His abs were chiseled out of diamonds. His V was incredible. I could feel myself salivating at the mere sight of the Norski. I coughed and took my second hand. It was a 9 of clubs. I looked at Tord's hand and he had a King of spades. Oh dear. "Shall we bet pants next?" I bit my lip and nodded along.

"One, two, three!" We revealed our cards and Tord had two kings while I had a 9 of clubs and a 2 of spades. I gulped as I pulled my skinny jeans off slowly. Tord never took his eyes off of me the entire time. The game went on like this for a long while until I was eventually in just my bra and panties. Tord was still only missing his shirt however. He set the cards aside and chuckled. "Well, well, well. I think I deserve something for winning, don't you think?" I bit my lip as he crawled on his hands and knees towards me. Before I knew it, he was above me with his hands on either side of my head and his legs between mine. He leaned in closely and began kissing my jawline. I could smell the scent of cigarettes mixed with his cologne. It was entrancing. He moved from my jaw to my neck, searching for my sweet spot. He eventually found it causing me to arch my back and mewl softly. I could feel his devilish grin on my shoulder as he bit down, sucking roughly. My eyes fluttered closed as my hands flew to his hair, tugging softly. Soft groans and moans slipped from my mouth as his hands roamed my body. I didn't think that it would happen like this. Just as his hand slid down my stomach, dipping into my underwear, the door opened. Paul and Patryk were joking and laughing until they saw the position we were in. My whole body froze.

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nightfang22 · 26 days

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The Norski and the Themby-Chapter Three

A/N:I hope you're all enjoying and remember gently that I did write this when i was a teenager so it may not be the best.A special thanks to @p34ch-tr33 for all the support and adoration you have for my work.Enjoy!

Warnings:None

Word Count:2.6k

"Female lead vocalist?" I tilted my head in confusion. These were not words that I was familiar with. Tord cleared his throat and translated for me. "Je zou in onze band zingen. Ons belangrijkste evenement, als u wilt." ("You would be singing in our band. Our main event, if you will.") I gulped. "Ik weet het niet. Ik kan nog niet eens goed Engels spreken." ("I don't know. I can't even speak proper English yet.") Tord smiled and laughed. "Het is maar goed dat de meeste van onze liedjes Norsk zijn. En wat er ook in het Engels is, ik zal het je leren. Het zal gemakkelijker worden door de voortgang van onze bijlessessies, dat beloof ik." ("Well, it's a good thing that most of our songs are in Norwegian. And whatever is in English, I will teach you. It will become easier through the progression of our tutoring sessions, I promise.") I chewed on my lip in thought. I wasn't completely fluent in Norsk but it was so close to Dutch that it couldn't be that hard to pick up on, right? And this seemed like it would be lots of fun. As I continued to contemplate, I heard Patryk gasp. Looking up at him, I saw him faint. That's when I tasted it. Blood. I had bit my lip so hard in thought that I must've accidentally bit through it. I ran my thumb across my bottom lip, smearing the ruby liquid on my finger. Shrugging, I licked it off like it was nothing. I looked at Tord and Paul. Paul was tending to the passed out Pat while Tord was still looking at me expectantly. He was waiting for an answer. Finally, I smiled and nodded once. The grin that broke out on Tord's face was adorable. It wasn't the usual cocky smirk I've seen all day. It was a real, goofy teenage boy smile.

Tord and I sat at his desk in his room as he tried to get me to comprehend the concept of cheese. "Okay, okay. It's like…chewy milk?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the left. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tord sighed. "Not quite but, you're getting closer." I rubbed my eyes and yawned sleepily. Tord turned his attention back to me, swiveling in his chair. "You're tired? Perhaps we should take a break." I could only manage a nod as I looked at the clock. It was half passed eight. My eyes bulged. "Faen! I'm late for dinner! Frost is going to kill me!" I yelped. I started hyperventilating. Tord put his hand on my shoulder and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Nei, he won't. I'll take you home and explain everything to your family. I'm sure that you're parents will be pleased with you making such a nice new friend." There it was again. That smirk. For his sake and mine, I hoped to Thor he was right. We hopped in his car and he drove me home. I gave him directions and it looked as though we didn't live terribly far from each other. At least cycling distance. We pulled up in front of my house. It wasn't much of a spectacle. It was painted a pretty shade of peach on the outside and it was two stories. Mine and Frost's rooms were on the second floor while our parents stayed on the ground floor. He got out and opened the door for me. He squeezed my wrist in reassurance but I was still very afraid. I opened the door slowly and walked to the kitchen, hoping that I hadn't missed dinner after all. Turns out, I was right on time. Papi was just setting the table and Moeder was pulling desert out of the oven. I internally sighed with relief. That's when a cough was heard behind me. I turned around to see Frost standing there with his arms crossed and glaring at Tord. "Nearly late." His Dutch accent pooled venom in his words. "But I'm home now. So you can chill." I muttered under my breath. "Papi, Moeder, Dette er min venn Tord. Kan han bli til middag?" ("Dad, Mother, This is my friend Tord. Can he stay for dinner?") My mother had this small smile on her face as she looked over at my father. He looked Tord up and down from head to toe before motioning for us to sit at the table. Tord took a seat next to me and Frost sat on my other side, glaring at his plate. I cleared my throat. "Um…could we maybe speak in English at dinner tonight? It would really help me practice." I looked around at everyone praying to Loki that I had used the right words. My parents beamed at me as they nodded their heads with excitement.

The usual dinner conversations began. My parents spent most of dinner asking Tord questions about himself, his family, his hobbies, etc. When Tord mentioned that he was in a band, my father's eyes sparkled. Oh no. Here it comes. I looked over at Frost and he looked over at me as we sank into our seats lowly as our father began recounting the days of his mariachi band 'The Cobras'. "Papi, you're embarrassing me." I mumbled. Tord just chuckled as he saw my bright pink complexion. "So, Tord. What kind of band are you in?" My father asked. It was Tord's turn to get excited. A grin broke out across his face as he started talking about his Norski rock band. I tuned in when I heard Tord say my name. "And Lyric has so kindly agreed to be our lead vocalist. They have an excellent voice. You have one talented star on your hands Mr. and Mrs. Aries." Tord said, smiling. It was a genuine smile. I could even see a gap in his two front teeth that I'd never noticed before. It was kind of cute, if I'm honest. I blushed at the thought. My parents beamed at the compliment. "Please, you can call us mom and dad if you like. Any friend of Lyric's is family." My mother threw in. I hid my face by pushing my frijoles around with a fork and looking down. "Mom." I whined through my teeth. This only managed to make Tord chuckle more. "So, you're part of a band now, Paardebloem. That's pretty exciting!" Moeder tried changing the subject once she realized I was flushed and embarrassed. Tord smirked at me a quirked a brow up. "Paardebloem?" I bit my lip which was still sore from earlier. I could only nod. "We call them that because they loved dressing up as a paardebloem when they were a little kid." My mother supplied. My face's shade visibly darkened. "So, do you guys have a practice schedule or anything?" Tord nodded. "Every day after school from 3 to 7. And I'm tutoring Lyric in English so that could always take place after until about 9 if that's alright." Frost looked as if he was about to interject when my father butted in. "Absolutely! You keep them as late as you want! I'm just glad they are finally leaving the house!" My father laughed. My brother's jaw dropped. "But Dad! They're teenagers! They could be lying! What if he's just trying to use her? He's no good, Pops!" My jaw dropped at his words. "Jij klootzak!" ("You son of a bitch!") I stood abruptly. Tears were beginning to well in my eyes. My brother had never acted to rudely before. The Frost I know couldn't even hurt a fly let alone call someone he just met 'no good' or a 'liar'. "Papi, Moeder. May we be excused?" I held back a sniffle as a tear ran down my left cheek, tracking black eyeliner with it. My father looked taken aback by Frost and looked to my mother. She was tight lipped but nodded. Frost went to stand and Papi's hand shot out to grab his wrist across the table. "Not you, young man. We need to have a serious talk about your behavior and how it's affecting your sibling." He said sternly. Frost glared but nodded, returning to his chair.

As I turned to head towards the front door, Tord's wrist in my hand, my mother spoke up. "Why don't you show Tord around, Paardebloem? You can show him your studio if you'd like?" My face flushed pink. I softly smiled while nodding. I detached from Tord to give my mother a hug. She rubbed my back comfortingly and gave me one last squeeze before whispering in my ear. "Just don't be too hard on your legs, okay?" I nodded softly as I pressed a kiss into her hair. She let me go and I asked Tord if he'd like a tour. He nodded and I looped my arm in his, starting for the living room. "So this is the living room. That's my Papi's recliner," I pointed to the periwinkle velvet chair in front of the tv, "and that's my Moeder's loveseat." I gestured to the purple mini couch next to the bookshelf filled with Dutch romance novels. "What's that?" Tord asked. I turned my head to see what he was talking about. He was staring at the wall of family photos. I tugged him over to it. 'This is what my Papi refers to as "The Aries Family Wall of Fame'. Anybody important enough to be on this wall is drilled into our family forever." I looked up at Tord. He was looking at all of the photos of my family. We all looked quite a lot alike. I noticed his eyes straying back to one specific photo. "Who's this?" He asked. I peered closer at the photo. It was my little sister, TJ. "Oh, that's my little sister. She died when she was one." I said. He looked apologetic. I shook my head. "It’s okay. I was only four when it happened and I barely remember it. Come on. There's more to see." I pulled him all around the house. I showed him my mom's office where she spends all day writing her novels, my dad's piano room, my brother's indoor batting cage, etc. That's when we came to my room. Honestly, I was kind of nervous to show Tord my room. I mean this is my sanctuary. It represents everything that I am in one room. I took a deep breath as we entered. "And this is my room." I walked in before him and outstretched my arms. He looked around the room almost fondly. Tord observed the posters and framed sketches on my wall. "These are incredible. Your room is really nice." He complimented. "Thank you but we're not done yet." I grabbed his hand and led him to a ladder under a hatch on the ceiling. He looked at me quizzically as I grinned. I pulled down the hatch and climbed up the ladder, motioning for him to follow. We were now in what looked to be an observatory. All rounded glass doming is what constructed the room and everywhere you looked there was some type of artistic medium. There were easels and canvases and paint. There was a computer for digital art. There was a mic stand and amps with a DJ set up. Anything artistic that you could think of, I had it. "This is my studio." I said. I flopped down on one of the chairs in front of my mic set up and Tord joined me, looking around the room in awe. "This is amazing. You must spend a lot of time here, yeah?" I nodded my head looking up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "It's the one thing that no one can ever take away from me." I looked at Tord and he was looking at me with a soft smile. "I'm surprised that your english is so good." I nodded my head. "These are all words that Frost has used with me before." Then I remembered his actions downstairs and at school. "Also I'm really sorry that he was so rude to you. He's not usually like that." I looked at my hands in my lap. Tord came over and sat on the arm of the chair I was in. "Hey, it's okay. Really. People usually have a bad first impression of me. I'm used to it." I looked up at him and he was really close. Subconsciously, I leaned in closer for a better look. I hadn't noticed before but Tord had a light dusting of freckles across his cheeks. He had a pretty sharp jawline as well. His eyes were a gorgeous silver color in the direct light. He was beautiful. I felt his hand find it's way into my hair and he started to lean in. His eyes were heavily lidded and he mumbled something in Norwegian. "Hm?"

There was a knock on the hatch and we broke apart. I opened it to see Frost. "Ja?" I asked. He looked from me to Tord with distrustful eyes. Frost had never looked at me like that before. It was almost scary. "Mom and dad say it's time for Tord to go but you have permission to go to his house or he can come here as much as you both would like." He grumbled as he climbed back down my ladder. I looked at Tord apologetically. He waved a dismissive hand. "It is pretty late and a school night. I'll see you in class tomorrow?" He asked as he walked back downstairs with me. I nodded. "Yeah, want me to walk you to your car?" I asked. He nodded and said his goodbyes to my brother and my parents. Frost just crossed his arms and huffed while my father shook his hand happily and my mother hugged him, telling him he could come by as much as he'd like and that he was such a nice young man and that we'd make adorable babies. "Moeder!" I grabbed Tord's hand dragging him out of the house as fast as I could. We walked up to his car and he looked at me. It was silent for a second. He cleared his throat. "I uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Lyric." He waved before climbing in his car. That's when something hit me. "Wait!" He turned to look at me. "When we were upstairs, in my studio. You said something but I didn't hear you. What did you say?" He chuckled. Walking closer to me, he put one hand on my cheek while the other held my waist, pulling me flush against him. "I said, 'Pokker, du er vakker, løvetann'." ("Damn you're beautiful, dandelion.") That's when he did it. He leaned in, closing his eyes, and kissed me. It was my first kiss. My eyes fell shut as I kissed back. He tasted like cinnamon and spice. The kiss ended all too soon for my liking. "I'll see you tomorrow, løvetann~." And with that, he got in his car and drove away. I walked back inside to see that my mom was grinning at me. Before she could bombard me with questions, I ran up to my room. I flopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text from Tord.

Tord: Yes, I still have your bike and yes, I'm picking you up for school tomorrow. You won't be biking to school ever again if I have anything to say about it. ;)

I giggled and just sent back a smiley face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

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The Norski and the Themby-Chapter Two

A/N:Hi again!I hope you guys can enjoy a flashback to my older writing with me and see how much it has grown!I hope you guys enjoy and again,a special thanks to all the people who make what I do possible.Especially @p34ch-tr33!Enjoy!

Warnings:None

Word Count:2.4k

The final bell came and it was time for me to meet Frost out by our bikes so we could ride home together. As I was about to close my locker, Tord stopped me. "Hey, Lyric. Wil je langskomen? Ik heb bandtraining maar ik kan je daarna helpen met je Engels." ("Would you like to come over? I have band practice but I could help you with your English afterwards.") He smiled. I bit my lip, looking at my watch. "Ik moet Frost ontmoeten bij onze fietsen om naar huis te rijden." ("I'm supposed to meet Frost by our bikes to ride home.") As Tord and I were talking, a couple of girls walked by staring at us. More specifically, they were staring at me. "Look at her. She can't seriously think he likes her. She's such a freak. I mean she can't even speak English." The other girl snickered. Looking back at Tord, I noticed him sneer. "What's your problem, Caroline? What? Are you jealous that you can only speak English? It's the most basic and boring language out there. You're just a bitch." He spat at her. She stood there with wide eyes and red cheeks. "B-but Tordy-" He cut her off. "Larsson. It's just Larsson to you." That's when he put his arm around my shoulders, closing my locker and walking away. I looked back over my shoulder to see Caroline crying. "Gaat het?" ("Are you okay?") I nodded and blushed, looking down. I felt tears spring to my eyes and I tried my hardest to hold them back. Tord held the door open for me, signaling with his hand as if to say ladies first. I bowed my head in thanks and he followed me to my bike.

Frost was already there and waiting for me. When he saw me, he engulfed me in a hug. He eventually took notice of Tord and looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "Frost, dit is mijn vriend. Hij gaat me bijles geven in het Engels." ("Frost, this is my friend. He's going to be tutoring me in English.") Tord held his hand out to my brother. "Hallo, ik ben Tord." Frost looked between Tord's hand and his face. "I speak English perfectly fine. No need to try to impress me." My brother spoke with venom dripping from his words. I elbowed him in the stomach. "Frost!" I don't know why he's acting like this but he needs to cut it the fuck out. He's embarrassing me. I pondered on how to say my thoughts in english. "I'm sorry about him, Tord. Frost, I am going to hang out with Tord so he can teach me how to good Engels." Frost looked like he was about to argue when I cut him off. "Nee. I'm going. You can't stop me." He sighed heavily. "Fine. Be home by dinner." He hopped on his bike after giving me one last hug. I looked up at Tord to see his brows furrowed and his fingers twitching. "Are you…prepared?" Tord snapped his attention over to me and nodded with a smirk. "Ja. Volg me." ("Yeah. Follow me.") I walked my bike over to Tord's car. He had a cherry red Impala. He grabbed my bike and set it in the trunk. He opened my door for me and got in on the driver's side. I curled my legs under myself and buckled in. Tord switched the radio on and Seven Nation Army started to play. I bit my lip and giggled. Tord glanced over at me and then back at the road. "You like this song?" The smirk on his face when I excitedly nodded and bounced a little in my seat only grew as he turned the volume up a bit. He started drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. That's when it happened. I completely lost myself to the music. I started to sing.

I'm gonna fight 'em all,

A seven nation army couldn't hold me back-

My heart beat in time with the music as I tapped my foot and drummed my hands on my lap.

They're gonna rip it off,

Taking their time right behind my back-

I smiled as I started to sway in time to the music, completely immersed in my own world.

And I'm talking to myself at night,

Because I can't forget,

Back and forth through my mind,

Behind a cigarette,

And a message from my eyes says leave it alone,

Don't wanna hear about it,

Every single one's got a story to tell,

Everyone knows about it,

From the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell,

And if I catch you coming back my way,

I'm gonna serve it to you,

And that ain't what you want to hear,

But that's what I'll do,

And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home,

I'm going to Wichita,

Far from this opera forevermore,

I'm gonna work the straw,

Make the sweat drip out of every pore,

And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding,

And I'm bleeding right before the Lord,

All the words are gonna bleed from me,

And I will think no more,

I felt eyes on me but I elected to ignore it.

And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home-

The song came to a close and I opened my eyes again with a gigantic grin plastered to my cheeks. Tord chuckled lowly and I could yet again feel his eyes on me. He gave out a low whistle. "Du er virkelig noe annet, ikke sant?" ("You really are something else, aren't you?") He had a smirk on his face as he bit his lip and examined me. His eyes traveled up and down my body but it didn't feel physical. It was almost as if he were looking through me, right through to my soul. He must've realized how long he'd been staring because a scarlet blush dusted his cheeks and he cleared his throat. "Uh, we're here. Come on. I'll introduce you to Paul and Patryck." I gulped, swallowing the slowly growing lump in my throat. More English speakers. Yay. Tord must have noticed my discomfort as we got out of his car because he ruffled my short brown hair and said, "Don't worry. They speak Norwegian like me. We grew up in Norge together." I visibly untensed as he said that. I don't know how much more I could take of constant translation. Tord grabbed my hand gently, leading me into what I assumed was his garage. He opened up the large pull door to reveal what looked like a normal teenage boy's bedroom. "You sleep in…garage?" I asked, taking my time to find the right words. Tord smiled and nodded. "I sort of just always have the house to myself. My parents travel back to Norge for my father's work a lot and I'm an only child." This seemed quite bizarre to me. "What does your father do?" I questioned. It had to be something rather diplomatic to leave your only child in a whole other country that often. "My father is a military man." Oh. That made sense. I nodded as I tossed my bag on a chair and sat down. My eyes carefully scanned the room. There were band posters of Norsk artists and a few framed photos on the desk. The more impressive thing was the stage set up on the other side of the room. Tord suddenly took his shirt off and my hands became quite interesting. Tord took notice of this and laughed. "Sorry. I probably should've asked first." He grabbed a shirt and some cargo jeans from his dresser and went into what I assumed was the bathroom. That's when a door that led to what I'm guessing was the inside of the actual house opened. Two boys around my age walked in , joking and laughing. This must be Paul and Patryk. "Hey, Tord! You ready for this awesome jam sess-" They stopped dead when they noticed me sitting there. Oh no. Fuck, Tord wasn't back from the bathroom yet and I have virtually no clue who these guys are. I started to internally panic.

"Oh, uh…is Tord here?" One of them asked. He had shaggy hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He was holding a cigarette. I bit my lip and scrambled to my feet awkwardly, trying to find the right words in English. "Umm, y-yes. He's in the…potty room?" I stuttered and stumbled over my poor English phrasing. The taller one with olive skin laughed a bit. "Potty room? What? Can you not speak English?" I blushed in embarrassment and hung my head, shaking it. "N-not well…" I said, biting my lip and holding back tears. The room fell silent. That's when the bathroom door opened and Tord walked out, tossing his dirty clothes from school into the hamper. "Sorry about that, Lyric. I never stay in my school clothes when I come home. So, are you-" He looked up at the scene before him: My head hung low with tears in my eyes and his two bandmates standing in the doorway. "Lyric. Hva er i veien?" ("Lyric. What's wrong?") He quickly crossed the room to me, holding my arms. He tilted my chin up, making me look him in the eye. Eye contact makes me uncomfortable so I just looked the other way. He saw the tears in my eyes and growled. Turning his head to Paul and Patryck he asked, "What did you two morons do? I was gone for like 10 minutes!" He held me to his chest and I buried my face there. Tord was a good bit taller than me, about 5'11". "Pat laughed because she can't speak English very well." Paul immediately fessed up his comrades actions. Glancing at Patryck, Tord raised an eyebrow. "Pat, is this true?" He waited for a reluctant answer. "I swear, it was just a reflex! I didn't mean it." Tord grumbled some curses in Norsk under his breathe. He petted my hair and sat me on his bed. I curled in on myself, hiding my face in my knees. Tord walked over to the two and whispered something angrily in Norsk. Whatever it was, Pat squeaked and when I looked up, he was nodding fervently. I wiped the tears from my eyes and took a couple deep breaths. Tord kneeled down in front of me. "Are you okay?" He asked. I searched my brain for a minute, trying to understand before nodding my head. "Good. Pat has something he'd like to say to you. Don't you, Pat?" Tord cut a cold glare his way. "Yeah, I'm really sorry. I had no idea. I never intended to hurt your feelings. I'm not a malicious person. Especially to someone so beautiful." I blushed at his apology. "It's good." I mumbled shyly. "Okay. Now that that is out of the way, allow me to introduce everyone. Paul, Pat. This is Lyric. They're a friend from school. I'm going to be tutoring them in English. Lyric, these are my childhood companions and bandmates, Paul and Patryk." I held my hands out to shake and I think they misunderstood because instead, they hugged me. When they pulled away there was a look of shock and a pastel pink blush on my cheeks. If you can't tell already, I'm very easily embarrassed. "Any friend of Tord's is a friend of ours." Paul said. "Now, Tord. Are we going to jam or what?" Tord laughed and grabbed his guitar. "As soon as you guys get set up." He grinned and began messing with the strings, tuning the guitar. "I didn't know you play guitar." I said. He smiled sheepishly at me and nodded. "Yeah. I've been playing since I was a child."

The boys set everything up and got tuned up. "1,2,1,2,3,4!" Paul yelled. Paul apparently played the drums and Pat played bass. Tord played guitar and did vocals. They were playing beautifully. It was a cover, a song in Norsk. I recognized the language. It was a song entitled Fy Faen by Hkeem and Temur Ahmed.

Tord:

For vi lever for å dø,

Til vi smelter bort som snø,

Og de ser etter feil,

Men jeg flipper finger'n,

For jeg lager min vei,

Når alle ber deg stoppe opp,

Glem det og fokuser og jobb,

For sjalusien, den brenner,

Skjønt at mange broer må brenne,

Så alle e'kke venner,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Alle de er snakes, så det er helt normalt,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Ingen her har tid til en mislykka dag,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Alle gir meg hodepine nå om da'n,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Dette her er budskapet gjennom min sang,

Noen få snakker mye,

Mye bak min rygg,

Snakker mye på mobilen,

Fortsatt på den og de sløser bort livet,

Forandring må skje,

Vet det er klisjé,

Dette ekke film,

Så sett deg ned og hør på når jeg gjør min ting,

I let myself close my eyes and sway to the music. That's when it happened. I started singing.

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Mange av gutta mine har begynt å hustle om da'n,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Slanger kommer og går som en boomerang,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Skal vise alle sammen, for jeg sitter på en plan,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen

Dette her er budskapet gjennom min sang,

Jeg skal vise mine enemies,

Mens de er på fest og drikker hennessy,

Har bare day ones, ingen frenemies,

Jobber 24/7, du veit at vi baller,

Lager musikken som de spiller når vi scorer,

Skal skyte gullfuglen, du veit at det er over,

For treigt ut, veit at du sover,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Mange av gutta mine har begynt å hustle om da'n,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Ingen her har tid til en mislykka dag,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Skal vise alle sammen, for jeg sitter på en plan

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Dette her er budskapet gjennom min sang,

Dette her er budskapet gjennom min sang-

The song came to an end and I opened my eyes as the last chord rang out. My blue eyes fluttered open to see all three Norskis staring at me with wide eyes and dropped jaws. I dropped my head a bit and smiled awkwardly. Tord smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Boys, I think that we just found our new female lead vocalist."

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The Norski and the Themby-Chapter One

A/N:I hope you all enjoy and keep in mind that I wrote this fic a very long time ago so I apologize if it's poorly written haha!I really like that this gives me the opportunity to compare my previous writing to my current writing!Remember to comment down below any thoughts so I can tweak future chapters because I'd love to continue this fic!And I'd like to give a special thank you to all of my kind followers and mutuals who like my writing!Especially my best friend @p34ch-tr33 who inspires me to continue what I do.I love you all!

Warnings:None

Pairing:Tord x OC

Word Count:2.5k

I had just transferred to a new school in London. I dad got a really nice job offer that he couldn't possibly refuse. It was I first day. I was 16. My name is Lyric Aries. And I was a complete social pariah. No matter the school, no matter the people, no matter the country. I never seemed to have any friends. It probably doesn't help that I'm originally from Amsterdam. As in, the Netherlands. I mostly just spoke Dutch with my mom and older brother, Frost. Frost was 17. He had short, jet black hair like my mom but striking crystal blue eyes like me. He also shared the pale skin. For people who never used cars and were outdoors biking all the time, we both sure were pale. Unlike our mother, of course, who had gorgeous olive-toned skin and chocolate brown eyes. Our father on the other hand, was deeply tanned with your same striking blue eyes and hazelnut brown hair. Our father was Cuban. He mostly spoke Spanish but learned Dutch over the years to win over our mother's heart.

Pulling on my hoodie and grabbing my bike helmet, I exit my room for breakfast. Today would be my first day of "secondary" school, as they called it. I hate to admit it, but I was slightly hopeful. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Perhaps I were worried for nothing. I hopped down the stairs, helmet in hand, and greeted my parents with a kiss on the cheeks. "Hola, Papi. Hallo, Moeder." My brother, Frost, cleared his throat to get my attention. He was pointing at his cheek expectantly and chuckling as I gave him a Goedemorgen kus. We sat around the table and I dug into my bowl of grapes and blueberries. "Ben je enthousiast voor school?" ("Are you excited for school?") My mother asked. I simply nodded with a mouth full of fruit as I cleared my plate into the sink. "Bye!" I yelled, grabbing my messenger bag and hopping on my bike. We didn't use cars in Amsterdam. Why start now? I heard gravel kick up behind me which could only mean that Frost was trailing behind me to school. My palms were sweaty and my legs shook as I pushed the petals faster and faster. I skidded to a stop in the school's parking lot. I had to do my very best to use English while at school. That wasn't going to be easy since no one in my family spoke English fluently. My mom and brother spoke Dutch and my father spoke Spanish. I gulped as I locked my bike onto the bike rack. I waited patiently for Frost to pull up beside me. It wouldn't be hard for him to make friends here. He was nice and pretty in the way that most boys weren't. He was also very tall. He was a good 7 inches taller than me. I only stand at 5'7".

Once Frost pulled up next to me and locked in his bike, we walked to the doors together with our arms linked. I had a very loving and supportive relationship with my brother. He was my best friend. Well, aside from my actual best friend Lena of course. Lena and I are only online friends. We've never met in person yet. I came back down to reality from my daydream to realize that Frost was holding the door open for me. "Na jou?" ("After you?") I smiled and nodded. We both knew very little English so it was just easier to talk to each other in our native tongue. We approached the office where a pretty lady with blonde hair and librarian glasses was looking at us with a smile. She stood and greeted us rather loudly. "You two must be our new students. I'm Caroline. The school's secretary." We shook her hands. "Your schedules are in English. Is that okay?" She slowly spoke nodding at us for approval like we were slow in the head. This confused me. Speaking a language I don't understand slower doesn't make me understand it. I soon realized she was being offensive. This angered me. As I began to roll up my sleeve, Frost put a hand on my shoulder and smiled at her, nodding and taking the papers. He turned me around and back into the hallway. Handing me my schedule after scanning it, he said, "Het lijkt erop dat we maar één lunch en één les samen hebben. Komt het goed met je?" ("It looks like we only have lunch and one class together. Are you going to be okay by yourself?") I bit my lip, looking down at the terrifying piece of paper. I could only nod as my throat constricted. Frost gave me a tight squeeze and went off to his first class of the day.

I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself. My first class was…civics? I think that is some sort of history class. I start glancing around at the doors looking for the matching numbers to the class. '102…102…102…102!' I found it. I slipped in quietly just before the bell rang. I looked around at all of the people around me. They all spoke such fluent English. I didn't know where to sit or if there were assigned seats. Just then, the teacher noticed me standing there and grabbed the class's attention. "Everyone! Please quiet down. We have a new student in our year today. This is Lyric Aries and she's-" I cut the teacher off. "They." That's right folks. I'm nonbinary. The teacher gave me a questioning look. "Excuse me?" I looked at her. "They. Mijn pronouns are they/them. Ik ben nonbinary." I stated simply. She looked taken aback by my statement and interruption of her speaking. She continued, "Anyway, this is Lyric Aries and they will be joining us for the year. Please be kind. Lyric, you can have a seat next to Thomas over there." I looked around the room at where she was pointing. There was a boy in the front by the door. He had rather pointy hair and a blue hoodie on. He also had… black eyes? Well, okay then. I nodded and walked towards him as his head shot up at the sound of my bag dropping on the floor next to him. He smiled awkwardly and waved. I returned the gesture. Were those braces? 'Cute.', I thought as I turned my attention to the teacher. Class droned on for a bit. It was sort of hard to keep up what with having to flip through my translation tablet every few seconds to figure out words. As I was looking for the word government in my tablet, a crumbled ball of paper was tossed onto my desk. I looked over at Thomas with quizzical and curious eyes. He smiled and nodded at the paper ball. It took me a few moments to carefully unfold it without any tears. I scanned the words on the page while picking out the ones I understood. I held up a finger at him while I translated the message into a language I could understand. Once I was done, the message read, 'Hi, I'm Tom. You're new here, yeah? Where are you from?' I smiled at the note and then directed my toothy grin at him. I began scribbling in rapid fire Dutch. 'Ik kom uit Amsterdam.' (I'm from Amsterdam) Realizing that he wouldn't be able to understand it seeing as how he was an English speaker, I quickly translated and rewrote my message before handing it off to him in traditional ball form as he had done for me. Just as he was about to write a response, the teacher cleared her throat and walked over to us. "Thomas, you know the rules. No note passing in class. Give it here." She took the note from his fingers and scanned over it. "Well, since you two seem to be getting pretty chummy, I'm sure you won't mind being Lyric's guide for the remainder of the day then." I was about to object but Tom interjected with a nod. The teacher seemed satisfied with that and went back to teaching, leaving the note on his desk. He sneakily tossed it back to me. 'I'd love to show you around if you'd like. You could sit with me and my friends at lunch?' I grinned from ear to ear and nodded eagerly.

Tom and I walked down the halls together. "Can I see your schedule?" He asked. I tilted my head to the side, perplexed. He pointed to the paper in my hands. My eyes widened in understanding as I nodded, handing him the paper. I watched silently as his onyx orbs scanned the page. His lips quirked up in an awkward metallic smile. "We have all the same classes together!" I smiled excitedly. That was one of the only sentences I understood in English. We continued our day like that, him showing me to classes and us sitting together, until lunch rolled around. I had brought my lunch, mostly because I didn’t particularly care for anything besides my dad's Cuban cooking. Tom looked over to a table and spotted a group of boys whom I had assumed were his friends. "There! My friends! C'mon, you can sit with us." He motioned for me to follow him, making sure that I understood what he was indicating with his hand motions. Being around all English speakers was hard. I followed him to the table where the three other boys sat. They each wore a different colored hoodie and one of them wore a…suit jacket?...over his purple hoodie. "Guys, this is Lyric. They're new here so I thought that they could sit with us." This caught the attention of the one in the green hoodie who was drinking a can of what appeared to be some sort of cola and the one who had the suit jacket/hoodie combo. "Hi! I'm Edd and this is Matt", he pointed to the ginger who made the fashion statement, "and that's Tord." He pointed to the boy with the red hoodie and devil horn-like hair. I smiled at this. I peered closely at the book he was reading. It looked like some sort of manga for an anime. I simply waved. "Ik ben Lyric." Edd and Matt looked at me with confused faces. "Lyric speaks very little English." Tom supplied. This is what caught Tord's attention. "Where are you from?" He asked. He had a very alluring accent. It was clearly Norsk. I racked my brain on how to say it in English so they would understand. "I'm from Neverland." I said, feeling rather proud of my English usage to what I had hoped would be my new friends. The boys all burst into laughter. Tom patted me on the shoulder. "Lyric, I believe that you meant The Netherlands. Not Neverland." He chuckled. I blushed a bright red and looked away, grumbling back in Dutch. "Hetzelfde." ("Same thing.") I decided to sit down and open my lunch box. That's when I noticed Frost walk into the cafeteria out of the corner of my eye. We made eye contact and I waved him over smiling. I tugged on Tom's blue hoodie sleeve. "Kan mijn broer bij ons zitten?" ("Can my brother sit with us?") Tom looked at me quizzically. "Huh?" Oh, right. He only spoke English.

As I was trying to translate my question into a language he could understand, Tord spoke up. "Zeker." ("Sure.") I widened my eyes at him and then smiled as I waved Frost over. "You speak Dutch?" I pronounced my English slowly and awkwardly which embarrassed me. Tord nodded. "A little. Is very close to Norsk." Frost sat next to me and looked around at everyone awkwardly. "Everyone, this is mijn broer Frost. Frost, this is Tom, Edd, Matt, and Tord." I pointed at each one of them in turn while smiling. "Hallo." He spoke confidently. "How do you know these people, Lyric?" Frost was a great deal better than me at English which didn't say much because he wasn't very good either. "Tom and I have all of the same classes and Edd, Matt, and Tord are friends with Tom." I spoke slowly and softly so I wouldn't slur or stumble on my words. This was harder than I thought it was going to be. He simply nodded as his response before digging into his tray. He wasn't as picky as I was so he elected to eat cafeteria food while I had Papi make my lunch. "What are you eating, Lyric? Its smells delicious!" Matt spoke up. I blushed a little out of nervousness. "Erm, shrimp quesadillas and empanadas with tortilla chips and homemade queso." I said softly while poking my lunch with a fork. "Veel spaans eten voor een beetje Nederlandse themby." ("Lots of Spanish food for a little Dutch themby.") Tord spoke up. It made me blush heavily that he went out of his way to speak in my native tongue for me. It felt so…intimate. So special. I shook off the thought and chalked it up to him just being a nice guy. Frost eyed him suspiciously. When Frost started to sneer I elbowed him in the stomach. "Ow!" I glared at him. "Wees aardig!" ("Be nice!") I turned my attention to Tord. "Mijn vader is Cubaans." ("My father is Cuban.") He smiled this pointy toothed grin. "Mag ik je agenda zien?" ("Can I see your schedule?") I nodded and slid the piece of crumpled paper across the table to him. He grinned from ear to ear as he looked over it. "We hebben onze tweede helft van de dag samen." ("We have our second half of the day together.") I blushed even harder and suppressed a giggle. There was something about this Norski that kept pulling at me. It made me want to be around him more. Much, much more. I bit my lip softly as I finished up my lunch. The bell soon rang signaling the end of lunch period. I gathered my books and hugged my brother farewell as I followed Tom to our next class. Sure enough, there sat Tord in the back of the class. Tom was seated at the front and I was once again put through the introductions. I was told to go and sit next to Tord because the front rows were filled. I made my way to the back of the class and looked over at Tord. He was smirking at me. I raised my eyebrow. "Ja?" ("Yes?") He lowly chuckled. "Je lijkt te worstelen met de Engelsen. Kan ik het je leren als je wilt?" ("You seem to struggle with the English. I could teach you if you want?") I bit my lip and looked down. I was kind of embarrassed that he'd noticed my lack of expertise in the English language. I looked up into his silver eyes. I slowly nodded as he slid a piece of paper onto my desk. It was his phone number. He sat forward and smirked at me from the corner of his eye. I tried my hardest to focus on the teacher but that was nearly impossible sitting next to Tord.

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