Hey, look who's back! I was in PA for the time being and had a sleepover yesterday so sorry for the no-upodate. I don't know when WAF will be updated.

Now you get to meet me. This story is kind of based off how I became a Gorillaz fan, besides the fact that it's April 2010 instead of June 2009.

String will probably be a bit of a Sue, so if she is, I apologize in advance.

Just so you know, String and Murdoc hate each other until Gary shows up. I'll explain later...

There are four OCs in this story, String being the main one.

Chapter 1- Hit In The Face

"Rebekka, do you realise how dangerous this is?" I scolded to my ghost friend as we stared at a car about to leave from our hiding spot in the bushes. Rebekka knew damn well I had no idea who the hell Gorillaz were, and despite her telling me these stories all the time, I was convinced she was making it up. I mean come on, how many girls get to meet a famous band and LIVE with them? Not her. The only thing I believe about her is that she lived in the same house in Toronto that I do (since she haunts it) and that there are only three people who can actually see her- me and the last two people she saw before she died. I still am not convinced she knows the Gorillaz personally.

"Okay," Rebekka told me quietly. "I'm going to count to three. When I say 'three', we book it and jump into the trunk. They won't know we're in there."

"Rebekka, you know I'm not a fast runner."

"Yeah you are."

"What are you going to do if we get caught?"

"We won't."

"I hate you."

Rebekka rolled her eyes. "Okay, on three." I became nervous. "One, two, THREE!" We dashed out of the bushes and into the trunk right as it closed. "String! We did it!"

"Thank GOD. Can I sleep now?"

"If you want."

"...How the HELL are we going to survive in here?"

"You might not but I will. Especially since Murdoc is a horrible driver."

I sighed. "Rebekka, stop telling me about them. You don't know Gorillaz personally."

"I do too." I had to tell Rebekka the same thing a thousand times a day.

Suddenly, the car jerked forwards and I hit my head, hard enough to knock me out.

The next thing I was aware of, I was opening my eyes to bright, blinding sunshine, then Rebekka came into view. Her normally blank, straight face curled into a smirk. "We're here, Kesh."

"Don't call me that," I groaned. My real name is Keishy, and I hate it when people call me that. I'm known as String by basically everyone because back in second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth grade, I wore a piece of embroidery floss around my wrist. I never took it off, except for when I did my dance pictures and recitals, and soon instead of being Keishy, I was known as 'The String Girl'. Soon, everyone just called me 'String'. The name stuck.

I looked back up at Rebekka. "Where are we gonna go?" I asked.

"In the lighthouse. Follow me."

The lighthouse was very spacious and had a lot of viewing room. We had locked the door so no one could get in. I stared out the window. "How long are we going to be hiding out in here?" I asked.

"I don't know, to be honest," Rebekka answered.

"We're going to die in here!"

"No, there's jellyfish to eat."

"Ew, I don't eat fish."

"Oh...forgot about that. What DO you eat?"

"Meat-wise, only chicken."

"Wow. You're going to die here."

"Thanks."

An awkward silence followed.

"Rebekka, why did you bring me along in the first place?"

"Because, we need you to help me become human again."

"Rebekka...you're a ghost."

"Yeah, your point?"

"You can't come back to life."

"I can too. Besides, I'm a half-ghost dum-dum!"

"...Wow Rebekka." I got up and headed for the stairs. Rebekka stopped me. I forced my arm out of her grip, then made my way down the stairs.

I walked around the beach for a while. It was kind of peaceful in a way. It seemed like no one lived there, and that Rebekka and I were the only ones there. I walked up a staircase leading to the main building, but then I decided this might be a bad idea. I accidentally tripped off the top step, and hit my face hard, one of my eyes hitting a flat rock. I felt my eye squish, and I got scared. When I stood up, I brushed myself off and realised something was wrong- I could barely see out of my right eye! When I rubbed it, my fingers were covered in blood. "Well, this sucks," I said to myself. I found a stick on the ground and in the sand I wrote this message:

"Help! I'm injured! I'm in the lighthouse.

PS- My name is String."

I ran back to the lighthouse and flopped down on a spare bed. Rebekka came over to me. "You're bleeding," she stated.

"No shit, Sherlock!" I opened my eyes.

"HOLY CRAP STRING!"

"What?"

"Your eye...is GONE!"

"It IS?"

"Well..." she peered over at my face so she could see my face better. "It's THERE, and actually not pushed back that far. But there's blood covering it."

"Ugh, NO."

"I really can't help you. Also, did you lock the door?"

"Yes," I lied.

"Hm? Then explain why HE got in here." She pointed at something and I looked up. It wasn't an 'it', it was a 'he'. A very terrifying 'he', too. As soon as I saw him, I let out a shreik of terror. When I looked, Rebekka wasn't there anymore.

"Crap," I muttered.

"Tha'ss...quite an injury ya got dere." I stared in horror. His teeth were also missing.

"WHO ARE YOU?" I blurted.

"Who am I?" He responded. "'M 2D. From Gorillaz."

"Rebekka wasn't kidding when she said she knew Gorillaz," I said to myself.

"Wot wos tha'?"

"Nothing...!" I blurted.

"An' who're yew?"

"St...st...String..." I said timidly. "Don'tkillme!"

"String," Rebekka whisper-screamed from a hidden corner. "He doesn't bite. He's a nice man."

"I DON'T TRUST YOU!" I whisper-screamed back.

"Who...who're yew talkin' to?" 2D asked.

"No one..." I said scratching my head. He gave me a look that told me I was weird, and I noticed there was an awkward silence. Okay, I'm dreaming, I convinced myself. I pinched my arm. ...okay, I'm NOT dreaming.

"'Scuse me miss..."

"What? OH!"

"So yew wrote tha' note down dere?"

"Yes."

"'Ow long 'ave you been 'ere?"

"Half an hour. If that."

"'Ow'd yew GET 'ere?"

"Stow-away in the car..."

"Oh, so tha'ss wot tha' bangin' in da trunk wos."

"Uh, yeah."

An awkward silence followed.

"Why am I even talking to you? I don't know you, I'm kinda creeped out right now, and I just...want to go home!"

"Well, I wish yew coul' be 'ome...bu' once yew get 'ere...ya stuck."

"Oh, you have GOT to be FREAKIN' kidding me!"

"'Ate t'break it t'yew luv, but tha'ss da truf."

"Oh. My. God."

"D'yew...wanna get outta dis fing?"

"YES. OGOD. PLEASE."

I followed 2D down the steps. Somehow, he was charming. And he had to have been in his late teens or early twenties, so maybe I had a chance with him! KEISHY LYNN ASPEN, I scolded myself, He's creepy and scary. Don't think like that! I shrugged off the thought and kept walking. I guess I'l get used to 2D, but it might be a while.

A/N: Eh? What do you think?