The story of Paula. It may not be completely accurate, but I wrote it because this is how I view her story...sort of. I may elaborate someday, but for now, here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz. I do not own Paula. I wouldn't want to, anyway.

Well...enjoy.

The girl walked into Norman's Organ Emporium, looking around, trying to find something she needed.

"Can I 'elp you, miss?" a voice, belonging to a blue-haired young man, asked. She looked him up and down, his lanky frame, ready smile, and mussed up azure spiked hair all charmed her.

"Erm, well, I'm looking for some guitar strings. It seems I'm running low, and I just can't stop breaking them!" she smiled, her teeth gleaming in the fluorescent shop lights.

"They're right o'er here," he said as he led her to a rack, pointing at a couple of brands.

"Thank you, er," she squinted at his name tag, "Stuart."

"You're welcome--erm--"

"Paula, Paula Cracker." she introduced herself, and he nodded.

"Paula." he smiled and watched as she picked out some guitar strings. "So you, er, play guitar?" he asked.

"Yeah, a bit. I'm thinking about joining up with a band one of these days, hopefully."

"Oh, that'd be lovely." he nodded and followed her to the cash register, where he rang up the strings, giving her a slight discount. "Don' tell me manager," he whispered, his eyes shifty, full beamed smile at her.

"'Course I won't. Thank you," she said as she handed him her money. When he offered her her change she shook her head. "No, keep it." with that she left, off to her own flat.

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She continued to buy guitar strings from Norm's every Saturday, until finally Stu-pot worked up the nerve to ask her out to dinner.

She readily accepted, as her love life was lacking luster as of late. They had a nice time, and he fell asleep at her flat. She cooked him a light breakfast the next morning, and they'd go out every so often.

After awhile, she stopped hearing from him. She visited Norm's and saw that some of the windows were being boarded up. She didn't see Stu-pot anywhere, so she continued on her way.

One day, she received a phone call from Stuart, and he sounded slightly different.

"'Ello, Paula!" he greeted her.

"Stuart! I was worried about you, babe," she said.

"I was in a coma," he told her.

"Christ! Really?" she asked. "How? What happened?"

"Norm's got ram-raided. I got hit by a car...s'a long story, love."

"Tell it to me over lunch, then?" she asked, and he agreed. They met at a small pub and sat in a booth, Paula studying the changes in Stuart's face.

"Your eyes--your teeth--" her eyes widened.

"I know. That's all from Murdoc. I'm in a band now, we jus' need a guitarist. I play th'keys an' sing." he grinned dumbly. Paula sighed softly.

"Did it hurt?" she asked.

"God, did it ever!" Stuart rubbed his skull. "'Ey! You play guitar, don' you?"

"I do," Paula said.

"You should come play for us!" Stuart suggested.

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Paula, 2D, Russel, and Murdoc were practicing in the studio. Stuart yawned, looking as though he might fall asleep. His head kept bending down and then snapping back up.

Paula watched him, an amused look upon her face. Murdoc squinted at her, evaluating her looks, deciding that she was a 'rubbish looking bird.'

She played fair guitar, sure, but he just couldn't have that mug in his band. It would ruin the whole concept, he believed. He needed someone different from the rest of them, maybe someone pure.

She obviously was not pure, he thought.

Later that night, Stuart skipped on to the pub, drinking away and stumbling in drunk. Paula glared at him, a look of disgust upon her face.

"So is that 'ow it's gonna be, Stu-pot? Are you gonna come 'ome drunk every night?" she demanded.

"N-no!" he shook his head. "I just--I just--"

"Go sleep on the sofa. I'm not sleeping with a drunk bloke 'oo wasn' drinkin' with me." she told him, and he staggered to the nearest sofa.

She slept late the next morning, having established residency in Kong recently. 2D was asleep on the floor, and she nudged him with her toe. He stirred not.

"Christ," she muttered and walked off to the kitchen. "If that's what I'll 'ave t'put up with..."

She bumped into Murdoc in the kitchen. She looked him up and down, her tongue running over her lips, her eyes bulging. "Mm, Murdoc," she murmured.

He glanced at her, thinking. He saw the way she looked at him, the way she licked her lips. He grabbed her hand and yanked her off to the toilets.

Their moans could be heard all the way in the corridor, where Russ happened to be walking by. He stopped and listened at the door.

"What the fuck?" he nudged open the outer door, then the door to cubicle three, only to discover Paula and Murdoc going at it. "Murdoc!!" Russel bellowed, punching him in the nose, immediately breaking it, blood spurting from his nostrils.

Murdoc fell back onto the toilet where he sat, stunned.

"I'mma hafta tell 2D about this now. Good one, Muds." Russ walked off, shaking his head.

Thank Satan, Murdoc thought through his pain induced haze. She'll be gone for good!

Two days later, he placed an ad in the paper for a new guitarist.

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