I was busy doing my exams so I've only been able to write quick oneshots this week. They're finally over though so I'm writing a proper fic again, enjoy! It takes place in Phase 2.

Russel glanced around the living room. Noodle was sitting curled up on the couch, strumming some random strings on her guitar. Murdoc was smoking a cigarette and glaring at 2D, who was busy texting like a maniac, wearing a huge grin on his face the whole time.

"How about we go and practice some songs, guys?" Russel then asked, sick of the silence.

Noodle leaped up with a bright smile at Russel, obviously having been waiting for someone to bring it up. 2D didn't even seem to hear him, however, and Murdoc gritted his teeth, still glaring at 2D.

"For fuck's sake, faceache, this has been going on for weeks, who the fuck are you texting?" Murdoc then snarled.

2D glanced up, startled, and stared at Murdoc for a few minutes, trying to process what he said.

"Oh. Uh, no one," he then muttered, turning a bright shade of scarlet.

Murdoc stared at him with eyes full of venom for a few moments. Then:

"Give me that phone."

2D quickly shoved the device into his pocket, shaking his head.

"Give me the fucking phone," Murdoc hissed.

"No!" 2D said indignantly, edging away from Murdoc quickly.

He jumped up and ran away before Murdoc could lift himself from the couch. He was about to run after 2D when Russel pulled him back, holding the back of his shirt.

"Murdoc, fucking stop it. It's his own business who he's texting with. You can't control everything he's doing, he's not your property," Russel said, rolling his eyes.

Murdoc turned to him, glaring. "He is so my fucking property, and don't tell me what to do, lard arse!"

"Murdoc," Noodle then said sternly. "We all have to respect each others privacy. He doesn't involve himself in your business, does he?"

Murdoc glared at her, trying to figure out if it was a smart move to snap at her. In the end, he decided against it, pulled himself out of Russel's grip and stalked off to his Winnebago, grumbling.

Who the fuck did that brain-dead git think he was? Acting like his text messages were his private business, like he had the right to even have privacy! Murdoc fucking owned him, and he could interfere with whatever he liked. Fucking Russel. Fucking Noodle. They couldn't boss him around! In fact, he was going to the stupid little dullard to get that bloody phone from him, whether he liked it or not.

He threw open his Winnebago door and made his way to 2D's room, but when he loudly made an entrance, the room was empty. Confused, he went back to the house, wondering if the singer was in the studio or something. He then heard a car loudly driving away, and the bassist turned around to see 2D in it, rapidly disappearing.

Murdoc stared at the shrinking car in outrage, and considered following it.

"Ah, fuck it," he then growled. He'd just punch the fuck out of the little idiot when he got back.

He slouched back to his Winnebago in a foul mood, shutting and locking the door behind him.

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2D looked into those beautiful blue eyes and frowned.

"I just don't think it's a good idea, Tim. Not right now, anyway," he said.

The man called Tim sighed. "But this has been going on for more than a month now, D. I really think we should just tell them," he pressed on.

2D curled his fingers in the soft, brown hair. "Trust me. Not yet," he mumbled.

Tim sighed and turned away, and 2D pulled his face back towards his gently. "Listen, we'll tell them soon. Just.. give it some time, yeah?" he whispered, stroking Tim's cheek.

The latter gave him a small smile and pressed his lips against the singer's. 2D kissed back absentmindedly, secretly worrying about his band mates' reactions when they found out he had a boyfriend.

Noodle would be.. surprised, to say the least, but he thought (and hoped) that she would accept it and love him all the same.

Russel would be in shock, but he would probably accept it too in the end. Although he wasn't really sure.

But the person he worried most about was Murdoc. Everyone knew how homophobic he was, and he wasn't particularly quiet about it. It hurt 2D that his best mate would look at him with disgust when he told him. If he told him.

He had been dating Tim for about six weeks now, and he was feeling horrible about having to hide everything from the band. And so did Tim. He really wanted to meet his band mates and 2D understood him completely, of course. He didn't want to be sneaking behind everyone's back but he didn't have a choice.

They broke away from each other and 2D took a few moments to examine Tim's face. Pale, but a little darker than 2D, with some slight stubble grazing his chin and shockingly electric blue eyes. Dark brown, mussed up hair brought out his eyes even more.

He had met him at a coffee shop. 2D had escaped from a beating from Murdoc and fled to the nearest coffee shop, and there Tim had been reading a book and glanced up when he saw a flash of blue hair. He recognized 2D immediately and he asked the singer if he wanted to sit with him. 2D had agreed and they had started chatting, it immediately clicked. They went out more and more, and eventually came the kiss that had changed everything.

So here they were. It surprised 2D how long he had managed to keep it secret, although he did think the band had some kind of suspicion.

Right at that moment, his phone rang. He threw Tim an apologetic glance, and answered it.

"Hey 2D, it's me." Noodle's high voice rang through his ear.

"Oh, hey Noodle," he said. "What's up?"

"I just suddenly got some great lines for a song, and I'd like you to help me write it. If you're not too busy, at least?"

2D hesitated. "Uhh, can I help you now.." he repeated, looking at Tim.

"Don't worry, I have to go to work soon anyway," Tim whispered.

"Yeah, alright. I'll be home in ten minutes or so. See you."

2D stuck his phone back into his pocket, then got his coat. "I'll call you," he promised, and Tim cupped his face, giving him a long kiss.

After a few moments, 2D pulled away with a huge grin, looking flustered, and with a last peck on the lips he was gone.

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2D and Noodle were sitting in the recording studio, both with a notebook on their laps. 2D was twirling his pencil around as they discussed the lyrics.

"I'm not sure about adding background vocals yet, though. I mean we haven't-" Noodle was interrupted crudely by a door being thrown open.

2D let out a whimper and jumped behind Noodle, who had stood up, crossing her arms.

"FACEACHE! Get your arse over here!" Murdoc yelled, trying to run around Noodle.

"Murdoc, stop it!" the guitarist exclaimed as she kept shielding 2D.

"Who the FUCK do you think you are, driving off like that!" Murdoc shouted, managing to grab hold of 2D's hair before Noodle pushed him back.

"You're not my mum!" 2D squeaked, peering from behind Noodle, then quickly jumping back again as Murdoc lunged for him. "And give me that fucking phone! NOODLE, SHOVE OFF!"

Noodle glared at him and shoved him back firmly, making him fall backwards on the ground. He stared up at her, dazed.

The guitarist gave a sigh and stretched out her hand to help Murdoc up. He glared at her, though, and stood up by himself, brushing himself off slowly.

The bassist turned and slowly walked toward the door, opening it. He turned around, shooting a horrifyingly threatening look at 2D, before leaving the room. 2D shivered and Noodle shook her head.

"Don't worry, 2D, if he does anything to you he'll have me to answer to," Noodle said with a reassuring smile.

2D nodded, making a mental note to lock his door tonight and to ask Tim if he could stay over the whole day tomorrow.

Sorry, I know it's short, but I want to know what you guys think before I continue. Thank you for reading, please leave reviews and I'll continue! :3