Idea smacked me out of nowhere, but I thought it was cute enough to publish.
Since this is being written on my friend, Russ', (completely different from the man about to appear in this fic) birthday, this is a birthday present. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RUSS. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I HOPE IT PLEASES YOU PLATONICALLY.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the website would have been updated by now.
Otherworldly Creeping
Of all the albums, 2D would claim their debut as his favorite. It was a quirky little piece of experiments and fun. But the one thing that bugged him, the one seed in the so-called seedless watermelon, was "Rock the House." It just didn't fit to him. It was like putting iced tea next to a thing of fries: No one did it. Ever.
One day, as 2D was listening to the album on one of the massive soundsystems that didn't exist in the basement, Russel just happened to walk in on 2D staring at the floor with a deep-seated look of concern and confusion on his face. Russel had seen that look during "Latin Simone," "Gravity," and even "Slow Country," but rarely "Rock the House."
"What's up, D?"
"Y'know tha' bit in this song towards the end?"
Russel tried not to listen to this song really. It was his favorite on the album, but Del's voice would always remind him of fast-talking, hip-hop behind the high school. "Uh… The last verse?"
"Yeh… Wewl, it almos' sounds like 'e's sayin' '2D cutie.' It's realwy weird… Like… 'E doesn' like me, does he? Like, not like that?"
Russel squeezed his eyes closed, wondering if he had taken the wrong pills that morning. "I… I don't think so."
"Y'sure? 'Cuz 'e was always realwy, like, huggy on me, yeh?"
Giving a slow chuckle as he left the room, Russel responded, "Yeah, I'm sure."