"Weak!"

"Shit!"

"Loser!"

"Weakling!"

Everyone one called me at least one of these things. I hated that they were true.

I am weak,I am shit,I am a loser!

For pete's sake I'm trash!

The only friends I have have turned their backs on me.

All of them eventually bully me.

I was shit.

I was a weak,shitty,person in a crowd. I started repeating those words in my head as tears started flowing out my sockets.

"Hey lame-o!" Yelled Eduardo,smirking in my direction.

"Please,i don't want to do this today.." I whimpered. Eduardo,Mark,and Jon smirked as they all started throwing me across the hallway,yelling mean words.

"You shit,your lucky we got math next...lets go!" Eduardo growled,his footsteps growing distant.

I just slowly got up,lifting my scarf over my mouth ,trying to cover the blood trailing down it. I didn't want to head to Art,so I headed towards the bathrooms to clean up.

As I opened the door,I saw all the stalls empty.

I chose one and sat on the toilet seat as I cried even further. I didn't want to clean up my face,because I was already crying again.

I'm weak.

I'm shit

I'm-

Creak

My stall door opened to reveal a familiar Norwegian boy.

"(Y/n)? Are you crying?" Tord widened his eyes and he lifted me up,into his arms,but not hugging.

I sniffled up some snot and I tried getting out of his grip.

"(Y/n),look at me.." Tord growled. I shut my eyes. Tord grew impatient and made me look at him by grabbing my chin with his cold hands.

My face dusted with red blush at such short Distance,opening my eyes.

"What happened?" The Norsk asked in a calm voice. I melted in the accent,feeling comfortable with Tord.

"E-Eduardo...." I whispered,fumbling with my fingers.

Tord seemed to growl." I'm going to kill that bastard..." He grumbled the last part in Norwegian.

I gulped,fiddling with my fingers even more,looking at Tord's hands,which gripped my arms.

"What did he do this time?" He asked,looking back at me,making me nervous.

I know Eduardo would just beat me up again,since Tord was always held back for talking or disrupting class,and he was my only friend.

I shook my head.

I'm weak

He was right.

I'm weak.

"Please,(y/n)...I want to help you... I want to know what that son of a bitch did..." He growled.

I felt hot tears build up,and my body trembling.

"I-I don't want your he-help!" I yelled in an outburst. The norski's eyes widened.

I couldn't take it. I spilled.

"I d-don't want to -hic- be weak a-a-anymore!" I cried out,forgetting about any staff that might pass by.

"I ju-just don't want to be useless...." I clenched my hands into fists,trying to pull away from Tord's grasp.

"I want t-to actually mean something....a-and not h-have -hic- to depend on a p-person to pro-protect me!" I lifted my head to look at the commie,my eyes puffy and red,my lips quivering.

Tord had a shocked face.

"I'm just a-a weak....shitty...U-Useless guy... I-I-I don't -hic- see why y-your still my-my friend..." I whispered,my tears staining my face.

"(Y/n).... Please...don't say you weak... Your strong...you fought threw your emotions..." Tord started,looking down at his feet.

"Don't say your shitty,because y-your the reason I come to school...your my friend..." He started trembling,his hands removed from my arms and at his sides,clenched.

"And please don't say your useless....because you help me everyday,just by even seeing your face..." He laughed in a sad tone.

I sat confused,sniffling a bit.

Tord lifted his head,his green eyes,sad and broken.

"Don't say your useless,because your my friend,your th-there for me,a-a-and-" he gulped.

"Your the only one who doesn't think I-I'm a blood thirsty communist..." He admitted,making me feel a pain in my chest.

I tried to avoid his eye's,and looked around the bathroom instead.

"(Y/n)....please...."

I clenched my eyes shut,shaking where I stood.

I felt arms wrap around me,bringing me up and onto the bathroom sink.

I widened my (e/c) eyes,seeing Tord's face only a few centimeters away.

"I don't want you to feel this way,because your not weak,useless..." He wiped away the tears from my cheeks with his soft hands.

"Your everything to me...and...I-I love you..." He clenched his teeth,looking a bit to the side.

I widened my eyes,my mouth slightly agape.

"I-I'm sorry! It's fine you don't fe-feel that way,but please...don't think your useless...or weak...or any o-of those things..." He cried,his once grass green eyes now glassy and filled with tears.

My breath hitched,my mind paused for a moment.

He loves me....

I softly took a hold of Tord's hands,bringing them close to me. I blushed,kissing his knuckles,looking up at him with puppy eyes.

"Jeg elsker de-deg...." I sniffled,then looking down at his hands,which intertwined with mine.

Tord gasped lightly,hearing that I said 'I love you' in his language.

The Norski warmly smiled,closing the small gap between us,his soft lips dancing across mine.

I widened my eyes,shocked at first,but eased in,feeling a sensation roll around in my stomach and my face burning up.

Tord pulled away,lightly panting,taking one of his hands,and using it to gently wipe away my tears.

"Jeg elsker deg,også..." He whispered in my ear.

I hummed,still slightly shaking and sniffling because of my crying.

I am something,not weak,not strong...

Not shitty,not perfect...

Not useless,not important...

I'm me,and nothing can change that.

An

I'm actually proud of this shitty Oneshot!

Tom:you shouldn't be...

Me:oh be quiet!

Tom:tch...

Me:I like the real Tom,Tomska!

Tom:and?

Me:I don't ship him with Tord! But I do ship him with his girlfriend Charlie! They are so cute together!

Tom:*growls*

Me:fuck you!*smiles*