Intro

The name's Melani Quinn, I'm a 26 year old and living with my boyfriend 2-D. I love to sing even though Murdoc tells me I'm: "A small breasted squealin' bitch." I'm a heavy-ish smoker; half a pack a day does it for me. I adore watching World War II films for God knows what reason, zombie movies and videogames also do it for me. I was born with an almost blind left eye due to problems in the womb. I used to live with my parents in Paris until I met 2-D, while he was on tour, then decided to travel with him.

Foggy as hell when I awoke mid afternoon. I couldn't make out much, except that I was alone in the bed. My right eye finally opened and everything looked normal, well half normal. I sat up slowly; the sheets fell from my body. A cold blast of air grasped my skin as I remembered I was naked.

Something furry brushed up against my back and I jumped then swiveled around quickly to find my feline friend, Palo, stealing my spot.

"You dirty little thief," I mumbled, glaring at him.

He looked at me with his: 'I don't care, just piss off' face then curled back up and passed out. I rolled my eyes then got up and stretched, leaving the furry bastard to his lazy dozing. I finally found most of my clothes, though I couldn't seem to find my shirt. I swiped one of D's off the floor then threw the pile on the bed.

As I tried to pull on my pants, I had difficulties trying to get them on causing me to hop all around the room. I tried to avoid his keyboard at all costs, so I did the second worst thing, I fell back on Palo. He screeched then latched his claws and fangs into my shoulder.

"AH! PALO LET GO!" I panicked; he was digging into a hicky I'd recently received. He didn't care, that furry bastard.

I did the worst thing I could and fell on 2-D's keyboard, the last thing I wanted to do. Palo, knowing I was defeated and dismayed, retreated back to the pillow. I quickly sat up, to check for damages on the keyboard seeing that I had dented the stand.

"Oooh shit. Shit shit shit! D's going to kill meee!" I freaked as I put the keyboard back on the stand. I then thought to myself: 'Maybe he won't notice…'

After that horrible incident, I checked to see why my pants didn't fit. I groaned loudly then slapped my forehead, these were D's pants!

"Damn my boyfriend… and his skinniness," I grumbled to myself as I swiped a pair of mine off the floor.

After I was properly dressed (I couldn't find any of my bloody shirts, so I borrowed D's "Hello Kinky" one) I finally noticed that he wasn't in the room.

"Must be at band practice," I guessed as I left the room.

I wandered the halls of Kong studios, still feeling the sense that I didn't belong, when I bumped into Murdoc. I can't help but want to vomit in my mouth when I see this thing they call a "bass player."

"'Ey love," he grinned, showing his disgusting sharp teeth. "Wan ta see th' inside of me Winnebago?"

"No," I spit out in disgust, glaring at him wishing he would die on the spot.

He seemed to growl in frustration as he grabbed my wrist sharply, putting a tight squeeze so I couldn't escape.

"Don't be difficult love," he hissed. "No woman refuses Murdoc an' lives." He started to drag me along, I was to scared to move and my body wasn't responding.

He suddenly stopped dragging me and I managed to look up and see Russel looming over Murdoc.

"I would let go of her Muds, unless you be wanting another whoopin'," he threatened, popping his over-sized knuckles.

Murdoc released my wrist then stormed of, mumbling angrily to himself. I looked up at Russel; he was frightening to my short stature. He placed his hand on my head then walked off.

"Watch yo'self Q," he warned. "Muds will stop at notin' to get ya."

"Do you really think I'd ever sleep with him?" I managed to gag out. He shook his head then retired to his room. I sighed frustrated as I continued my search for D.

Halfway down the hall I realized that I could have asked Russel for D's whereabouts. I groaned in annoyance at my own stupidity then swiveled around and headed back. I felt a hand catch my wrist and I froze, not Murdoc again.

"Wha'cha lookin' for Mel?" a comforting voice asked curiously. I turned my head and saw the love of my life.

"H-hey D," I managed to stutter, my cheeks warmed up quickly. I couldn't take my eye off him, I was relived to see him.

"Wot are you doing wiff me shirt?" he asked, tilting his head in curiosity. I blinked then took a better look at his shirt.

"What are you doing with mine?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. He blinked then looked at the shirt he was wearing. He probably took it when he woke up this morning, thinking it was his.

"Huh, thought it was a lil' too big…" he mumbled, tugging at it.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. I enjoyed messing with him like this.

"W-wot?! N-no Mel! I-I was…" he stuttered, I couldn't help but smile at this.

"I'm just pulling your leg D," I assured, waving my hands to calm him down. "I know you're skinny as a toothpick."

He stared at me with his dark eyes; I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Th-that's not funny love," he whined, looking at me with his now sad eyes.

"I'm sorry D," I smiled sweetly then took and squeezed his hand sweetly. He slowly leaned forward and his lips gently brushed up against my forehead. I smiled at him then hugged him closely; he was so much taller than me.

"Alright, alright, you're fokiven," he chuckled warmly then pet my head. When I released him, he took my hand then guided me to his room. I slumped on the bed, hoping he wouldn't notice the dent in his keyboard stand.

"Love? Is there a dent in me keyboard stand?" he asked. Fuck, lady luck must be bleeding today.

"Uhh… yeah," I answered quietly. "Palo knocked it over." He raised an eyebrow then looked at the furry fatass, licking his paw.

"Furry bastard, in he?" he asked. I grinned then nodded in agreement. He smiled at me then turned on and started to play some notes on his keyboard. It sounded like something I had heard before back in Paris. I started to sing quietly with the tune.

Palo glared at me then jumped off the bed, retreating under a pile of laundry. 2-D smiled then started to sing with me, he knew I couldn't sing very well but it didn't bother him.

Our voices together made the perfect melody, more beautiful than a choir and as gentle as the soft breeze blowing outside. Our lyrics and our singing, it always merged our hearts to one.

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