Authors Note: Well, this is the first fanfiction I've written in YEARS! Seriously, I haven't written one since 2006 using my old account (which will not be named because that shit is embarrassing). Anyway, I love the Gorillaz so much, I know I'm not the best writer out there, but I just really enjoy writing about something I really like, so hopefully you guys enjoy my little rambles :) Rating might change later.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz.

9:00 pm

2D walks into the messy kitchen, stepping over dirty underwear, broken plates and other miscellaneous garbage on the tile floor. Finding his seat on the filthy table covered in rotting fruit and empty booze bottles, he pulls out his pocket knife and carves his name into the table. Stuart Harold Pot (2D). An accomplished smile crept onto his face.

The night before, 2D spent quality time with Noodle, the band's guitarist, and only female. Two months prior to this evening, he hadn't heard from Noodle, due to all the craziness and conspiracy flying around the Gorillaz. After El Manana, he thought Noodle was for sure dead. He fell into a deep depression that no anti-depressants or therapists could help. He spent his hours in his bedroom, crying, popping pills, or sleeping. When Murdoc finally shared with 2D that it was all a hoax, he inflicted all the emotional pain he had felt physically on Murdoc, packed his things and gone his own way. The very presence of Murdoc made him physically ill. While away, he spent a year searching for Noodle wherever he could-The crash site, London streets, Osaka, Tokyo, Essex-anywhere he would think he'd find his best friend. After the dreadful year of no luck, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol, sex and marijuana then decided to move to Beirut to find some peace of mind.

"Yew know,it's crazy," 2D said "when you really fink about it"

"What?" asked Noodle.

"It's like, one minute yew're this crazy 10 year old in a silly 'elmet who doesn't know a word in English, and now you're this pretty grown up lady drinkin a beer wiff me."

Noodle laughed. They sat together on the couch watching television, chatting, exchanging stories and laughing together. They had done this before, when Noodle was a child, but she is much older now and can have adult conversations as well as partake in drinking and smoking without illegal. Noodle always had a maturity about her that 2D admired (probably because he was never as mature as her), but now that she was really an adult, it was almost hard to believe.

"You think I'm pretty then?" she asked.

"Well yew'd 'ave to be dead not to fink so." He explained. He started to laugh, almost uncomfortably. "You're very pretty. Very, very pretty. Gorgeous even." Noodle laughed and took a swig of her beer.

"This is good." she said.

"Made in Brazil."

The day 2D found out Noodle was still alive he considers to be the happiest day of his life, despite almost being eaten by a whale. The reunion wasn't at all what he expected. He assumed Noodle would see him, smile really big and shout "Toochi!" then run into his arms, hugging him tighter than his mother had ever hugged him. However, his anticipation came to a stand-still when he finally saw her on the shore of Plastic Beach. Her petite figure went from almost stick straight to an athletic build. She'd grown almost 4 inches and the childish features in her face were gone and were replaced with a mature bone structure. A bruise under her right eye raised questions in 2D's head, but he couldn't bring himself to ask them. "Hey Toochi" she giggled in perfect in English, a toothy grin sprawled across her face. 2D couldn't say more but "'ello" with a boyish crack.

"Toochi, why don't you go by your real name?" Noodle asked.

"Doesn't suit me so well, does it?"

"I'd say it does." Noodle scooted into closer to 2D and reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter.

What worried 2D was observing Noodle do all these adult things and watching her appearance go from girlish and spunky to sexy made him feel...aroused. He couldn't help but be attracted by her appearance. It made him feel dirty. Noodle was the young spirit of the band that stays the same age while they get older. He can't be attracted to her for the sake of the Gorillaz

"Why?"

"Well it just sounds nice." She brought the cigarette to her lips and lit it. "Stuart Harold Pot. When I hear the name Stuart Pot, I think young, successful and handsome. It's very sexy, like an English spy."

2D couldn't help but blush. Being called a "spy" was a compliment he'd never heard before. He chuckled nervously. "Thanks" He said, gulping down some of his beer. "thanks for spending time wiff me, watchin' the telly an' all."

"I'm only doing it for the Doctor Who marathon!" Noodle laughed. Confusion replaced 2D's goofy grin.

"oh...Really?" he asked. Noodle laughed again and cuddled up under 2D's arm.

"I really missed you."

Ding Dong!

The sound of the doorbell wakes 2D from his thoughts and causes him to fall from his seat. He jumps back to his feet as quickly as he could, hoping that no one is around to have seen.

"D" the voice from behind calls.

"AH!" 2D leaps in a startled excitement onto the chair, clutching the seat. He turned to face the voice that addressed him, finding Russel holding a pizza box and a plastic bag filled with cans of beer.

"Why you so jumpy, D?" he asks placing his items on the table, knocking over the garbage already placed there.

"Well-I-erm. Lost in my own head-thinking, you know. Same ol' stuff." 2D replies, gathering himself. He sat on the chair, taking one of the beers from the plastic bag.

"Where's everyone, anyway? Hardly noticed I've basically been alone all day." 2D asks, cracking open the can. "Then again I slept quite a bit..."

"Noodle said she was taking the day for herself." Russel said, cracking open his own can of beer and sitting on the seat opposite of 2D.

"Yeah? Wot's that mean?"

"Jogging, Gym, Spa, chick shit." Russel opened the pizza box and pulled out a slice for himself and for 2D.

"And Muds?" 2D asks, accepting the pizza.

"Da fuck should I know? Prolly out doing something to put himself on the cover of the papers-or he could even be sleepin' off his hangover in his bedroom." Russel explained. 2D couldn't help but cringe at the thought of Murdoc's picture in the newspaper with a humiliating headline-again. Every time that happened, it caused an uproar in the apartment between Russel and Murdoc, bringing loads of unwanted attention from people outside. People shouting things fromk "is everything all right? should I call an ambulance?" to "shut the fuck up or we're calling the police!" All the unwanted attention causes 2D to drown himself in humiliation in his bedroom. "So, D," Russel began, "looks like it's just you an' me tonight. Cheers."

"Cheers, mate." They clanked their cans together and drank.

Secretly, 2D was panic stricken that Russel could somehow read his mind, like his past spirits would crawl into his brain and listen to all the thoughts he had about Noodle, then crawl back into Russel's ear and tell him everything. 2D knew that the feelings of infatuation he had towards Noodle would set Russel off. When Noodle and Russel arrived at Plastic Beach after her return from Hell, Russel made it one of his life's duties to protecting Noodle like his own daughter, to make sure never had to experience any sort of pain ever again, and keep her happy. Although Russel and 2D were close friends, he would never trust him with Noodle. 2D doesn't have the cleanest track record, not to mention he thinks 2D's stupidity would lead to him unintentionally hurting Noodle or holding her back from what she was capable of. 2D knew he couldn't tell Russel about his feelings toward their bandmate, but he wanted to talk to somebody. So instead of directly saying anything, he decided to beat around the bush. Just talk about Noodle.

"So, Noodle gettin' a facial or sumfink?" he asked.

"Guess so. Didn' really ask." Russel replied, wiping his mouth of pizza grease. "Why?"

"Dunno. Jus' wondrin I suppose." He explained, nonchalantly. "Don' think she'd really need one though, she's got real lovely skin." 2D said casually before taking a bite of his pizza. "Perfect complexion"

"Yup."

"She doesn't ever need makeup, really."

"Naw."

"Like, she can walk out the house wiffout 'aving done anyfink to her face and she'll still look all radiant."

"Guess so..."

Pause.

"Noodle's real pretty." he said "Gorgeous if yew ask me."

"D, the fuck are you gettin' at?"

"Wot? Nuffink! Nuffink!" He rambled, dropping his pizza on the floor in a panic. He scrambled to pick it back up and throw it on the table as casually as he could. "I mean, wot's there to get at?"

"You ain't sayin' you've been havin' some feelin's for her, are you?" Russel accused, squinting his round, white eyes.

"No, wot? Wot feelin's? I've no feelin's for her at all." 2D answered, a little too excitedly. "Should I 'ave any kina feelin's?" Russel narrowed his white eyes. "No feelin's for Noodle!" 2D exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him. "She's jus' pretty is all I'm sayin'!"

"You sure bout dat?" Russel said, his right eyebrow raised.

"Russel. Please. She's like twenty-one and I'm-" saying his age out loud always left a bad taste in his mouth. "Thirty sumfink. I'm jus sayin' she's gotten really pretty."

Russel let out a sigh and set his pizza and beer onto the table. He placed his large hand on 2D's comparatively tiny shoulder. He locked his white eyes with 2D's frightened black ones. "Listen 'D. You a nice guy, ain't no doubt about that, and you're like my brother. But Noodle is my babygirl. You do anything as far as touchin' her arm, I'ma break yours."

2D gulped.

"You a nice guy. But I wouldn't trust you with my baby girl, fer...reasons, you feel me?"

"Yeh, yeh, I feel yew..." 2D assured him, nervously shrugging his giant hand off him. "She's jus' pretty is all..."

"Course she is."

The remaining minutes of them eating together was mostly spent in an uncomfortable silence on 2D's end. Every once in a while, they would make little conversation regarding the news, music or weather. When Russel had finished eating (more than half the pizza), he waddled to the couch, and fell fast asleep. 2D stayed in the kitchen, throwing the pizza box in the garbage and recycling the cans. He sat back in his chair by the spot where his name was carved, lit a cigarette, put his feet up, and got lost in his own thoughts.

He imagined Noodle laying on his bed, wearing only one of this t-shirts, panties, and a pair of socks (this attire had always been a sort of fetish for him). She was smiling and gesturing for 2D to join her on the bed. "Tooooooochi" she'd say "Oh 2D, I'm so cold. Can you warm me up?" 2D chuckled and blushed at the thought. Noodle was so cute to him, even if she were ever trying to be seductive, he'd just think it's adorable. The thought aroused him. Suddenly, Russel appeared in his thoughts, jumping in front of Noodle, covering any exposed skin. "MAN WHAT'CHU DOIN? DA FUCK DID I JUS' TELL YOU?" 2D's arousal was replaced with fear.

He wasn't sure what Russel would do to him, but he sure as shit didn't want to find out.

"I'm home."

"YEEEEAA!" 2D yelped, dropping his cigarette and turning to face Noodle holding 3 large shopping bags. "Noods!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She said, putting down the bags. She approached 2D and leaned down to lay a small kiss on his forehead. "You smell good."

2D blushed. "Fanks...erm...where were yew?"

"I went to the gym, then shopping, then I decided to go see a movie." She said grabbed a beer and took the seat next to 2D. "I saw at the cinema they're hosting an event tonight at midnight. They're having a marathon of cult horror movies: Dawn of the Dead, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, you name it."

"Yeh?" 2D questioned, intrigued.

"Yeah...so I knew you liked that kinda stuff, and I thought maybe we can go together." Noodle suggested, almostly shyly. 2D's response was a goofy smile, expressing his excitement.

"That sounds lovely!" he exclaimed.

"Good!" Noodle laughed. "it's a date, then!"

Joy overflowed 2D's body at the sound of the word "date". Just him and Noodle out on the town, enjoying each others' company.

"Don't you 'ate scary movies?" he queried.

"Well, I figured if I got scared, you could hold me. Then I'd feel safe." She said, blushing.

Horror movies and cuddling with Noodle. The greatest date he could ever dream of having.

He'd have to keep it from Russel.

But he was just so damn happy.

But Russel can't find out.

He needed to let everyone know how happy he was.

Don't tell Russel though.

He wanted to cuddle with her, and kiss her and make her happy, and maybe if she was OK with it, they can go in his room...

Ruseel is going to kill him if he finds out.

THUD. SLAM. SCREEEEEEECH.

2D's conscience was broken by booming noises right outside the door. He and Noodle stood in the kitchen for a few moments after. They exchanged a look. Noodle's face was filled with horror when she realized who caused the sound.

"Murdoc." They said in unison

2D jumped to his feet and ran to the front door. Upon opening it, Murdoc fell in on 2D's feet. He lay on the floor, half inside, half outside. His arms lay limply to his sides. His shirt had several rips and blood stains from the gashes along his face. His nose looked as though it had been broken for the ninth time. Through bruised, bloodshot eyes, he looked at 2D, who was stiff in terror at the sight.

"Faceache," he croaked, "call an ambulance."

Then he passed out.

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