Disclaimer:- I don't own Gorillaz … nah well blah blah blaaaah
Oh by the way …
I know there's like, this … RUMOUR that 2D's real name is Stuart (Tuss)Pot or something ridiculous … but he's actually Damon Albarn, the singer from his ex-band Blur. Just so you know :)
Ye, that sounds gr8, thx D!
Oh n jus 2 let u no, I don't fink dat -
BANG
'What the HELL are you doing, you-'
2D quickly clicked the exit button of his e-mail inbox at the top of his PC screen. It was a pretty knackered computer, but it had a sort of – 2D-ish – feel about it. He leapt out his skin at the sound of his door banging open, and Murdoc's completely BALLISITIC voice was enough to frighten him out of his socks.
'You bloody IDIOT! What happened to band practise?!'
2D sat there, realisation dawning on him slowly. Boy, was he in for it this time. Of course, he had organised a band practise for their upcoming show in California next month. Oh, how could he have been so stupid?!
'What are you doing, dullard?! Enjoying yourself? I thought we was supposed to have a bloody practise, but no, it seems we should all go 'ome an' lozzock around. What ARE you up to, face ache? Eh?'
2D sat numbly, spotting a hole in his sock that he had a sudden urge to pick at. He guessed anything he said would get him beaten up, and he'd made a right twit of himself in front of all the other band members and backing vocals, extra musicians and -
Wait, that was a great idea! Pretend to be ill. Not much sympathy off Murdoc, but at least Russel and little Noodle would be a bit more … nice.
He attempted to speak, and put on his best 'Oh, have mercy on me. Look at my face. My big eyes. Or hole things. Or something. Aren't I just soooo sweet?' face. Sniffing timidly, 2D flicked his eyes upwards.
'Got a – '
Umm … what should his symptoms be?
He had headaches all the time.
Colds aren't bad, Noodle had picked one up the other week and she was as healthy as anything now.
Flu?
No, that takes a while to come on.
Umm…
All these thoughts whizzed around his head, thinking of a good excuse.
Instead what came out surprised himself, as well as Murdoc, fuming and waiting impatiently for a reply.
'A – tummy ache.'
TUMMY ACHE?? 2D inwardly cursed himself.
'What's that, D? Tummy ache? You want old uncle Murdy to kiss it better? Well, you better get a grip, you bloody tosser! How the fuck am I to care about your bleedin' stomach? You missed the practise, and I had to cancel flippin' Dennis 'opper for a re-run of 'Fire Coming out of a Monkey's Head' just because of your bloody stomach! Get out there!'
Receiving a sharp blow to his gut, 2D curled up in agony. He did actually have a tummy ache now. Man, that hurt.
Whimpering, 2D lay on the floor, while Murdoc marched out of the room, grumbling.
--
'2D-san?'
2D groaned slightly, stirring from a snooze on the sofa in his room.
'Konnichiwa, 2D-san. You feel … better?'
The teenager smiled down on him. 2D tried to return the smile. He'd gone a bit mental with his pills again and had gone off asleep. He still felt really groggy, but Noodle's cheerfulness seemed to radiate and he had a sudden urge to jump up and hug her.
Answering her question, 2D replied with an indistinct 'meh' as he rolled over, forcing off the nauseous waves wrapping around him.
'You sure? You not want … umm … water? Or a -?'
Noodle's sentence was cut off as she was smothered from a bony hug. She gasped in surprise, until she realised it was only a hug, and was inclined to returning it. They cuddled for a few moments before a rushed gasp escaped 2D.
'Noodle –'
'Mm?'
But before Noodle could do anything, 2D rushed away from her to his bedroom door.
--
Noodle remained rooted to the sofa, where 2D had left her. Confused, she looked after the door.
She decided that he probably wasn't going to come back, so, forgetting what just happened, the guitarist thought she might have a snoop around 2D's room while he was … out. Glancing up, she spotted 2D's many posters, mainly of zombies, but also his beloved Widescreen Pong. She giggled to herself, remembering the time Russel had completely roasted 2D at it. Looking down, she saw his Yamaha 2305 Keyboard, and couldn't resist but to have a go. She was a fairly good player and rattled out a few tunes from it, before switching it off and heading out towards the studio kitchen to find Russ.
--
2D raced away from his room, flinging himself around the corridor corners and heading to the other side of Kong. His mixed feelings and thoughts pulsed around his brain as he slowed, panting, in the corridor leading to Russel's room. He stopped and flopped onto the window sill overlooking the very attractive landfill behind Kong. Bending over his knees, he regained his energy as he figured out what was going on in his head.
Firstly, what was going on when he hugged Noodle? He felt a rush of heat and wanted to hold onto her, forever. She acted as a figure of comfort and stopped all his thoughts. He was afraid, because that's vaguely how he felt about Paula. 'Stop it' he told himself firmly. 'Stop it stop it stop it. Don't think about her.'
He sighed deeply and rubbed his temples in circles with the bottom of his palms.
What was going on?
--
'Hey, Noods. How're you?'
Russel's gruff voice travelled across the table towards Noodle. She smiled in reply and nodded. 'Coffee?'
'Please. So, how's D? He was a bit off when I saw him last. Looked a bit drugged on his pills. Is he 'k?'
Noodle busied herself with flicking the switch on the kettle and grabbing the coffee out the cupboard. She waited a while before answering, speaking slowly, picking her words cautiously.
'Umm … yes, he is – better. He was asleep when I went to him. He a bit – sleepy still. I think he – umm … went a bit over the top with pills.'
'Typical D. Mind you, I would probably feel a bit dead if Murdoc 'as got, like, a MASSIVE grudge against you. Can't blame the poor guy. Sometimes Murdoc can be a selfish bastard.'
Noodle stifled a giggle behind her hand as she poured milk into Russ's cup. 'Russ-el! You know what would happen if Murdoc heard you –'
'If Murdoc heard … wha', exactly?'
Noodle froze and she dropped the teaspoon back into the sugar bowl.
Russel gasped and tipped his chair back onto four legs.
Murdoc grimaced and glared expectantly at the two musicians.
2D unzipped his fly … but that's not the point of the story. I mean, at the minute, what's about to happen is way more interesting than 2D taking a piss.
ANYWAY
Murdoc stopped slouching against the doorframe and dropped into the room behind Russel.
'So …' Murdoc started, his voice rising from a dangerous whisper to an angry yell. 'What would Murdoc do if he heard … what?'
Noodle held her breath, trying to think of a quick answer. Russel sat dumb, not daring to look behind himself. After an age, it seemed, Noodle spoke the first excuse that popped into her head.
'Russel-san, and I, were, um … talking about what you would do – I mean, what would happen, if you found out I … erm … have a secret admirer.'
Sneakily, before Murdoc could see, Russel gave the tiniest of winks at Noodle, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly up.
'Oh, a secret admirer, eh? Now who could that be?'
Murdoc spoke dangerously and for some reason, Noodle felt slightly intimidated by this question and wondered why all the special moments 2D and her had shared whizzed through her mind, and, feeling slightly proud of her quick thinking, answered quietly,
'If I knew who it was, Murdoc-san, it would not be a secret admirer.'
'Oh, really? Are you sure 'bout that, eh, Noods?'
Noodle held her breath again and tried to lift her eyes to Murdoc. As she did, she was sure that Murdoc had lightly suggested a microphone with his hands. The moment passed, but still Noodle was wondering what the gesture was about and if he knew about the encounter earlier.
Then it hit Noodle like a stone.
She did have a secret admirer.
2D was falling for her.
Making straight eye contact, Noodle replied to Murdoc.
'Yes,' she said simply, and with that, she plonked Russel's coffee in front of him, grabbed her cocoa and strode out the kitchen. Beaming.
--
With a sigh of content, 2D dropped flat onto his bed. It was only 8.30 pm but he was still wrecked. He yanked off his t-shirt and rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to clean his teeth and kill the lights. Up he stood, and, as he yawned, he flicked the light switch. Faint rays of daylight shone through the holey curtains as he padded, barefoot towards the bathroom, singing the chorus of 'Feel Good Inc' under his breath.
After half-heartedly scraping what was left of his pegs in the bathroom, he mad his way back to his bed. Slumping onto it, he made a smile and snuggled into his pillow, still in his jeans. Images of Noodle flicked like a slide-show through his heavy head, her green eyes piercing each image.
A tentative knock on the door bought him out of his reverie and it took a while for him to drag himself to his bedroom door and yank it open, grumbling sleepily all the way. Throwing open the door, and mumbling 'Mmm?', 2D became engulfed by a hug and a squeaky voice shrieking '2D-san!'
'Whoa, Noods! What's going on?'
'Have you told Murdoc-san about me go to see you earlier?'
'Wha – Noods? Why?'
'Have you?'
'Well…' 2D flushed slightly as he recalled fleeing from her earlier.
'I – erm … well … Murdoc saw me – running – and asked what was going on. I … erm … told him you came to see me, and – yeah.' 2D paused. 'Why'dya ask?'
'Oh, nothing.' Noodle felt quite happy that they hadn't been caught embracing and soon felt happy again.
'So …' 2D started. He felt quite pleased to have Noodle with him and tried to push his tiredness to the back of his head as he tried to make conversation.
'So … erm … why'vya come? Is there anyfink else?'
Noodle didn't answer for a while, she just came to 2D and sat with him on the bed. Then-
'No, I don't think so, thank you. Have a nice sleep! See you tomorrow,' and with a wave, she was gone. 2D felt a bit deflated and sighed as he flicked the switch again and darkened the room.
Soon he was asleep.
So, there's chapter 1 for you folks!
I know its pretty rubbish but it'll do for my first ever fan fic!
More to come soon
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