Authors Note:

Just so you know I don't own Gorillaz, but I wish I did!

Slight AU if ya think about it!

Me: heh, I'm so excited

Stuart: me too!

Both: ~giggling like fools~

Chapter 1 "Erin"

Stuart Pot or 2D, was not the brightest guy, but he knew enough to get by in life. Things like the real world or just being serious in a situation that might be fatal. Yeah, those were things he could understand and there were others too, but playing dumb seems like the better alternative. Things hurt less if you don't think about them just like Stu doesn't think much at all.

If he had thought about every little thing then he'd never have joined Murdoc's band. He'd never deal with the way the ash green skinned man treats him or how he insults him as we'll as beats him. No, Stu doesn't mind much, but sometimes it gets hard to deal with everything when it involved Murdoc. Sometimes it hurts to a point, other times it can just stay fine; nothing bad will happen and his mind can just stay empty. It's how he copes with his problems, because Murdoc was the boss and what the boss says goes. But it'd be fan-freaking-tastic if the bassist stopped stealing his pain killers too, but he supposed not everything can be perfect. Though it'd be nice if the older man gave a flyin' crap about what he does to the blue haired man.

Stu knows he doesn't and it just makes him hate the man even more, but forgive him for it even if he doesn't want to. Why can't the older man see that Stuart isn't as useless as he always says?

See that the guy he calls "2D" has feelings and could easily leave if he wanted, but knows that he won't.

Lately, 2D's migraines have been getting worse ever since last weeks fight with Murdoc. They both said some things and yelled at each other which led to the older of the two punching the blue haired man in the face multiple times. It wasn't long before Russell pulled the older man off him and for 2D to get up, leaving Kong for a while so he could just get away, calm his nerves a bit. He needed time to think, something he rarely did, but right then was one of those rare moment.

Right now it's five AM on a saturday and he's in his room writing in his journal or diary about what happened, while he laid on his bed. He'd already taken his pain medicines for the migraines six minutes ago and effects where just now starting to kick in. Slowly the pain in his head turned into a small buzzing felling and then nothing. It felt good almost relaxing with the pain gone, making his body feel more light and less stressed, but heavy while moving.

He then abruptly stops writing in the notebook, closes it, then places it between his mattress. It's just bothers him how every thing he's written has something to do with the bass playing satanist. Nothing he wrote was happy ether; like everything he wrote made him depressed, gave him migraines and made him a bit tired. This was getting out of hand, in the way that makes it obvious that his will to fight the other man is really low. It's just not how he is. He doesn't want to fight if it means making them hate him, but it's already too late when it comes to Murdoc. The guy hated him for a long time and he still does; of course the singer doesn't even know why in the slightest.

Who would? No one that's who. Normal people wouldn't know these things, but he's not really normal in any way. That still doesn't really prove anything though, because even if he were then he'd still be left in the dark. He's always left in the dark. Only ever told anything if it upsets Murdoc in some way, shape or form.

All the stuff the bassist yells or hits 2D for is a load of bollocks and the singer knows it. At least that's one thing 2D knows, but it still not enough. If the older man could just give him a reason why then maybe he'd be able to understand and possibly try to fix it.

Fix it? The vocalist scoffed at the thought, before getting up and walking out of his room. The halls were quiet like they always are; void of any person or thing. That is unless you count Russell's weird taxidermy sculptures he makes out of dead animals and spare (junk) parts that lay around Kong Studios. Does that even matter and does it also bother him? Probably not and maybe a little, but he'll never bring it up the large drummer. It's mainly none of his business anyway.

Man, all these thoughts from before were giving him an annoying stinging feeling in the back of his skull. He sighs getting his jacket out of closet near the large living room. Pulling out his cell, Stuart leaves all three of his band mates messages on their phones. He places it back in his pocket and fishes around until he finds his keys. The vocalist sighs again as he walks out of Kong, locking the doors and feels more relieved. He was glad that he hadn't run into the bass player or his other two band mates like Russell or Noodle. Sure, the two didn't really do anything wrong in general, but he wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone.

Crap! He should of taken his car, but then he would have run into Murdoc. Oh well, not like it really matters, he'll just have to walk to the next town over.

It's no big deal.

His legs were tired after walking about five miles. 2D looks around the town, city or whatever crapy place he was in with a bored expression.

The area was dingy. Buildings were left abandoned and the streets were covered in small bits of garbage. Yeah this place was definitely crapy. If you looked hard enough you might see a guy or two lying on the ground half drunk or completely stoned out of there mind. Nasty, this town was just gross and filthy which was kinda how the singer felt as he walked down the abandoned streets covered in trash.

He looked around a bit, his tired legs wandering in different directions until he noticed a CD shop to his right. It looked stable, so the bluenette walked in. Wow, it looked even better on the inside. Records, taps and CDs were everywhere and they appeared to be in good condition.

'I might as well buy something.' The blue haired man thinks, picks up two Gorillaz CDs then shuffles over to the checkout counter pay for them.

A white haired male with big red eyes was standing behind it seeming a bit depressed, slightly lonely too. 2D looked the guy over for a bit, liking how the other was just as thin as he was, if not thinner and a bit sorter. He did have curves though, almost womanly if you look close enough.

"Excuse me?" The vocalist said shyly, simply know for a fact that he was acting like a timid school girl.

The albino looks up from his long hair which reached his shoulders. He blinks then tilts his head a bit while staring into 2Ds eyes. It makes the vocalist fell like he's being judged. He knew his appearance wasn't normal in the slightest. Completely black eyes and blue hair was never considered normal, so why now? There's a chance the guy staring at him is grossed out by his features and is coming up with a way to ignore it.

"Your eyes..." Hear it comes. The singer waits for it but didn't expect him to say, "They're so cool."

Ok...that had been unexpected. Where was the insults or questions about how his eyes were like this. No one ever said anything nice about his eyes and compliments never came to him this easy or strait forward for that matter. How could this attractive albino think of him as cool. Anyone in their right mind would have been scared of him. Heck, any sane person would have ran away on sight.

"Um, c-could you say...um,... that again? I-i don't think I heard you," He stammered out slowly.

"I said your eyes are cool." The boy answered back, unfazed by the sputtering blue haired man.

"You're the first."

"What do you mean?"

Crap! He said that out loud. How could he be so stupid?! Aw screw it, he might as well tell the guy. Even if he doesn't know this person it might still make him feel better if someone listened to his problems. The only thing that matters is if the younger feels like listening.

Guess he'll just have to find out.

"My boss...", He starts tiredly, but continues. "He always calls me a faceache." The albinos eyes widen in surprise.

"Why? I think your quite handsome." The younger smiles up at him showing off purely white teeth and 2D blushes.

Well, that compliment was even more unexpected than the first. "Tha-thanks!" The older of the two murmured. "My names Stuart Pot, by the way. Do you wanna hang out later?" Jeez, he spoke without thinking again! What is wrong with him today!? Does he really need to hang with some random person to feel better? Darn it, he's becoming desperate for someone else's attention! What if the other says 'no'? Doesn't this mean he moving too fast?! Snap, the kid probably thinks he's a creeper for asking such a randomly weird question!

But man was he wrong.

"Erin Shooter and sure ya seem like a nice bloke!" Relived with a bit of excitement 2D smiles, showing his missing two front teeth and the boy giggles as he sees the bluenette's smile. "I'll close up the shop right now. We can go to my place if ya want."

Stuart razes an eyebrow. "Won't your boss get mad at you?"

"Nah! My dad owns the place. Plus it's also closing time." Erin explained while running around turning lights of. He then grabbed his jacket from behind the counter, then puts it on while grabbing his keys in the process.

"Whoa, what about the CDs?!" Stu peeped as he was pushed out of the store. Everything was going way too fast, but he kinda liked it. The attention was also nice, too.

"Keep'm it's not like your steeling if I say it's okay." The albino says double locking the doors with his keys. With that task done Erin grabs 2D's unoccupied hand and try's to drags him to his place. The vocalist laughs at how eager the kid is to leave work, remembering that's how he used to be before the accident.

Yeah, those were the days.

"Why ya smilin' like that?" The albino asked, still holding Stu's hand.

"Ah nothin'. Just thinkin' about when I was a teen." Erin fake gasped then started eyeing the older with a mock suspicious look. He then wiggled his nose and said, "I thought you were nineteen or something!" Now that almost made 2D laugh historically.

"Nope, I'm twenty-eight, how old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

"Well, you don't look your age. I thought you were twelve." The bluenette chuckled as he received an embarrassed blush from the smaller male.

"Why so young?!"

"'Cause you look like a little kid."

"Do not! I have you know that people say I seem older with this hair!" Erin pouted trying to look angry which just led Stu to chuckle again. The kid was a riot!

"Yeah and the face your making right now isn't telling them that you still act like a little kid?" He just couldn't help but tease the younger. The guys just so cute.

Erin fumed at him after what he said. 2D just keep laughing the the whole time. Soon they both start laughing together not even knowing why and keep walking with big smiles feeling like they've known each other for years.

What a beautiful day this is turning out to be and they were still holding hands, too.

Me: I hope you like I! This is my first published story.

Murdoc: This is your only published story.

Me: Shut up, Mudsie!

Murdoc: Whatever. Any way review this little punk so I can join this crappy storie.

Me: Don't say that it's supposed to be a one shot! And my story is not crapy!

Murdoc: Whatever helps you sleep at night, love.