It turns out the boy who stole my underwear is named Murdoc Niccals. No joke, that's his name. And you know what, I actually like the way it sounds on my tongue. I kept thinking about him as the first week of college started and wondered if I was ever going to get my underpants back. Who knows, they could be at the bottom of his trash or framed and hung on his wall. Let's hope it's the first one, but I'd like to get them back, they were one of my favorite pair. Black, a little bit of lace, super soft.
As if he was reading my mind, it seemed everywhere I went, Murdoc's slim body was leaning against a wall, a toothpick casually hanging out of his mouth, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his ripped-up black skinnies, his dark eyes watching me. It gave me chills, but at the same time, I liked it.
Noodle notices him, too. "Is that him? The underwear-stealer?" She asks as we sit on the lawn, eating lunch. I nod my head. "Are you serious? I know him! He's in my band!" She yelps.
"He is? Wait, you have a band?" I question, maybe that's why Noodle always practices her guitar at night. Gawd Sofia, I think, you're sooo smart *not*. It's Noodles turn to nod. "Yeah! Oh my god! I'm having a party this friday and our band preforms! You have to come!"
Wow, what are the chances. What do I have to lose. "Ok, I guess it could be fun." I say and smile at Noodle. She gently bonks me on the head and grins, "Hell yes it will be fun, there will be music, booze, dancing, food, and lastly, the lovely Murdoc Niccals."