||Tom's Point of View||

//Oslo, Norway - 8:30 AM//

The bright light of the analog clock greeted me good morning before I sat up.

I was still looking for a solid job, but for now, I worked at a café by day and bar by night. Juggling the two jobs was easy if I was being honest. My day shift was from 6-11 and my night shift always started at 10 and ended whenever I wanted - that was reasonable of course.

Today was my day off, and as much as I wanted to spend it alone I had a blind date to go to.

I wasn't over Tord, not by a long shot.

But, I had nothing better to do today other than attending a blind date my coworker Stacy set me up on. I was bisexual, but my preference would be male...

Running my fingers through my hair, lathering my hair with soap, I tried to think of something other than how much I dreaded the date.

Getting dressed, I slipped on black skinny jeans and asdf shirt. Drying off my hair, I spiked it back to make it look... decent. Slipping on my baggy blue hoodie, I headed out of my apartment and down to the café.

On the occasion, people would stare at the scars beneath my glasses, but I didn't really mind. It was something I had grown used to.

Anyways, my eyes would always be a problem I couldn't fix. I was either the eyeless freak, green bug eyes, or scarred psycho. Honestly, who took the time to come up with these names?

Making my way into the café, I walked up front to the counter receiving a cheek grin from Spencer, my best friend.

Spencer was a tall and thin guy, his ruffled dark hair touched just above his hazel eyed. He had pale skin, and snow kissed cheeks. He always wore checkered suspenders - one of the reasons why we got along was our love for checker patterns.

"Hey there stranger, what can I get ya today?" He asked, smiling lopsidedly. He had an Irish accent, considering he had moved to Norway a month after I settled in Oslo.

I pursed my lips, grinning.

"I'll take a vanilla bean frappe with EXTRA WHIP!" I widened my eyes when I spoke the last two words, to add more of an emphasis. Spencer held back a snort of laughter, nodding. "Right-O Capo! That'll be 5 bucks." He grinned shooting me finger guns. I pulled my wallet out, looking around suspiciously before sliding it over to him.

"Here's the money," I spoke in a low hushed voice, doing my best mafia impression. Spencer let out an amused pulling out 5 bucks before sliding my wallet back. "A'ight boss, sit down and wait for ye' coffee," and with that, he moved to make my frappe.

I took a seat near the window, leaning back as I waited for my coffee.

"Ew, my date is THAT freak?"

My ears perked up, as I looked for the source of the comment. Seeing a bleached blonde-over tanned hunched over the counter whispering most-likely rude remarks about my attire to Stacy.

I frowned, studying her looks. She was wearing way too much makeup for my taste, wearing a tight skimpy zebra dress. It was obvious she had implants because no one had a natural G cup, besides she was too scrawny to grow that kind of meat on her chest.

She must've noticed me staring, because she placed her hand on her hip, snapping her fingers.

"Um, can I help you?"

I scoffed, amused at her reaction. "Yes actually. Was it a clown or a 5-year old that did your make up?"

My coworker Stacy softly facepalmed, mumbling softly to herself. The makeup bimbo looked offended as she spoke to say something before Spencer piped up.

"Tom is that your date? Huh. I didn't know you had a thing for clown prostitutes..." I let out a laugh, as my "date" stormed out furiously. Stacy groaned, rolling her eyes. "You guys are so awful..." She mumbled softly, rubbing her forehead.

I only grinned, fist bumping Spencer before accepting my coffee.

"Thanks, bro, no homo."

"Of course bro, TOTAL homo."

"Bro."

"Bro."

We erupted into another fit of laughter, goofing around until he managed to come out to give me my order. I grinned, waving at Spencer before walking out of the café with my frappe.

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I stood in the rain, sipping softly on my frappe waiting for the lights to switch to walk. I hummed to the song playing in my head, nodding up and down to the beat.

Then everything went black.