It was an average Friday. It was last period. Tord hated Friday's, because that meant...he would be home...for the whole weekend. He hated that. But he can't think of that now. Tom glanced at Tord. He saw him spacing out. Hey, pop, you good? Tom muttered. He tried to sound nonchalant, but he was...worried. Even if he'll never admit it. (His nickname for Tord is 'pop', because Tords pretty popular. :3)