Author's Note

I'm so sorry it's been so long! Gah! I promise I'll be posting more, trust me. I've been super busy recently, and I can't describe how much I've been meaning to write. I was writing a new chapter to Bunny Oneshots, but it fucking deleted. I guess you'll have to wait for a new part since I'm still getting over losing that entire chapter. Anyways, I've been reading many Gorillaz fanfictions, and I decided to write one. I hope you guys all enjoy this as much as I will writing it! (Russel is normal size in this one)

Stuart opened his eyes to the early sunshine beaming straight into his face. Groaning, he slithered out of bed, banging his hand on the alarm clock to stop the maddening beeping. They had band rehearsal that day, for they were practicing their new song. He could already hear Noodle's excited voice shrieking through the house. She was always excited for a day full of music. God, imagine how crazy she was during the concerts.

"Ay! Noodle!" Stu knocked on her door. "It's just a rehearsal, why you so hyped?"

She opened the wooden door, almost hitting him straight in the nose. Her hair was crazy, pointing out in all directions. She was only wearing a sports bra and some boxers. Her belly button was pierced as a birthday present they gave her when she turned eleven. She was currently 13, making Stuart 25.

"God, Noods!" he rolled his eyes, laughing. "Put on some clothes, why don't ya? We don't want some fuckboy going off on ya tonight for dinner. Next thing ya know, you'll be off with some bloke."

She giggled, shaking his head. "Toochie, that's the point!" Before Stuart could grab her to give her a lecture on sex and shit, she was off, running to her guitar which was strapped over one of the kitchen chairs. "

Stu ran a hand through his messy blue hair. It was hard living with a young girl, especially one who didn't understand most common sense. Then again, his other housemates weren't that much better.

He went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Noodle was leaning on Russel, strumming her guitar, humming 19-2000. Russel was glancing down at her with his pure ivory eyes. He was sort of a father figure to the young Japanese girl. This combined with the fact that Del was back in his mind made him much happier and the entire house more peaceful.

Murdoc Niccals was sitting on the other side of the table, green hand gripping a bottle of booze. "Ay, Muds," Stuart tapped his shoulder. "May I have a sip of that whiskey?"

He rolled his eyes. "It ain't whiskey." Despite his arrogance, he handed him the glass bottle. He took a sip of the alcohol, cringing at how the bitter liquid spilled down his throat, but admired how it felt in his stomach. There was a sort of tangy feeling on his lips from where Murdoc's touched the rim of the bottle.

"Aww," Russ oohed. "What a cute morning couple."

"Shut the fuck up, Hobbs," Murdoc growled. Even though they absolutely despise each other, Russel and Noodle shipped them to the point that it drove the two men crazy. "Next thing you know we might start trying to get you and Noodle to marry, perv."

Russel gaped at the bassist's reaction. "C'mon, there's a difference."

Stuart shrugged. Murdoc was again, twelve years older than him, so he was set down smack dab in the middle of him and Noodle. But Noodle was only 13, so Russ had a point. "Whatever," he said, to break the conversation. "Why don't we go to rehearsal?"

Noodle let out a laugh. She strummed her guitar in a rapid fashion, repeating the word "páiyǎn" over and over again with great joy. Murdoc chugged the rest of the bottle. "Guess at least one of us is ready," he slurred. Stu couldn't tell if his pattern of speech was from the exhaustion or the booze. Or both.

The band went out to the back shed, where most of their instruments were set up and waiting. Noodle skipped to the amp to plug herself in, then began to sing 19-2000 in rapid Japanese. When they all stared at her, she paused and muttered, "Earworm."

Russel went to the drum set and closed his glowing eyes. "C'mon Del," he whispered to himself. "Let's get this show on the road." Picking up his sticks, he did a quick drum roll, then smiled to the ground.

Murdoc was already picking at his bass. He had kept it in the shed all night, causing the strings to tighten because of the low temperatures. It was always a sight to see the zombie-like man tuning and instrument. His fingers worked so easily along the knobs that it looked like magic. The next thing anyone knew, the bass was tuned without a test strum.

Stuart trodded over to the keyboard and flicked it on. After cracking his knuckles, he warmed up by running a scale. Eventually, he added his voice along with solfege.

"Alright, what should we be working on today?" Russel asked. Since the move, they had stopped writing new songs and just began to review some so that they could get settled in.

"Rockit?" Noodle suggested. They hadn't done that one in a while.

The rest of the band nodded at her. Stu looked down at the microphone to his lips. Placing his hands on the keys and closing his eyes, he took a breath.

"It's 5 o'clock, can't we stop and get a bite to eat?" Murdoc asked. "And let's go to a bar, too. Reality is hitting me too hard."

"I second that," Stu muttered. His throat was aching from singing so much, it was time to stop.

"Yeah sure," Russ nodded.

"Let's go to the pub down the street, all good with that?" The bassist suggested.

"Sounds good with me," Noodle said, unplugging the guitar. She was still wearing the sports bra and boxers, but they seemed to be fitting her better than in the morning.

"Oka-" Stuart was cut short when he clumsily knocked the keyboard off its stand while trying to turn it off. Both him and Murdoc jumped for it on instinct. However, they only managed to trip over each other as the instrument landed safely in Russel(who was standing nearby)'s hands.

There was silence as the two slowly realized which position they were in. Murdoc was on top of him, so close. So close... so close. Stuart could feel his breath on his face, on his ear. He never realized how beautiful his eyes were. The chocolate warmth wrapped him up and he couldn't think. The older man's knee was pressed against his thigh, giving him a shiver down his back. It was intimate moment, full of un-masked dominance and expressionless truth.

What was this?

The next thing he knew, Murdoc was off of him. "Great job, Dents," he said sarcastically.

Catching his breath that he didn't even realized he lost, Stuart called out, "I told you not to call me that!"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. But I'm still calling you something."

"Okay. Fine. But, please don't make it about my-"

"2D," he cut in.

"What?"

"2D, faceache. Stands for 2 Dents."