UmbreonQueen

Edd, Matt and Tom came home one night in a fit of high pitched giggles to see Edd had left his phone on the sofa, it was still on charge and the screen was lit, as he had a notification, he took the phone, unlocked it, and found he had a voicemail. He put the phone on speaker as the voicemail began to play, and the three sat together on his dirty burgundy sofa to listen to what they'd guess would be Edd's mum, dad or one of his other old friends, maybe even Eduardo. There was heavy, labored breathing at first, split by small sniffles and short breaths, but then a familiar thick accent spoke. "Edd, I know you will most likely delete this me

The sun was slowly setting, giving the spring sky a orange colour effect. For some reason, Tord loved this type of day. It was never to hot and never to cold, it was just perfect, unlike really anything in this world, especially his 'best friend' Tom. Tord didn't know why he hated him so much. Maybe it was because he liked, loud, annoying music. It was never the same type of music either. Though it was always the same type of bands, he had to give him that. He liked the same type of style for everything, checkers. Checkerd bedding, checkerd pj's even a checkred tie that he always wore with his button up back shirt, a blue hoddie covering it.