Hello again! Oh my gosh thanks so much for all the reviews! I didn't think it would do this good! :D Ok so Im sorry this is short but school is making it hard to concentrate enough for a long one. Hope this is ok! :)
Murdoc's P.o.V.
Driving in my boxers is kind of fun. The ladies seem to like it. The damn idiot, Stu, hurled all over my clothes. Whatever, it's not like I really care anyway.
Beer bottles rolling in the backseat reminds me of my current hangover. Hastily, I reach back and grab three. I pull into the driveway and crack open one, tipping it back happily. I let the liquid snake down my throat and grin. As I finish the bottle, my head rolls to the side. I see Stuart sitting quietly. Sighing, I chuck the bottle out the window and readjust so I can see him better.
His azure hair is tangled badly, sticking up every which way. His mouth hung open, revealing pearly whites. One of his eyes was bruised. Whoops.
Curious to see the damage I had done, I open his eye. Black. Pitch black. My first thought was to recoil in fear, but for some reason I couldn't look away. He looked so peaceful, so cute an-
Wait what?!
(3rd person)
Angry at the thought, Murdoc balled his hand into a fist and connected with the innocent boy's chest. Stu-pot let out a huff air, but that was all. Murdoc felt a twinge of guilt but brushed it off, pretending that Stu deserved it.
Murdoc clutched the bottles awkwardly as he attempted to lift Stuart up and out of the seat. He didn't feel like bothering with the damn wheelchair.
2D's P.o.V.
A fist connects with my chest and pain shoot through me. There is a loud bang, cursing, and a creaking as my door is yanked open. Suddenly, a hand slips under me. Shit! I'm still in this damn hospital gown! Oh god I hope Murdoc moves his hand higher!
Murdoc grabs me around the waist and slings me across his shoulder, one hand on my back. Great, now the whole world can see my ass. Sigh.
I hear Murdoc grunt as he struggles with the door. As soon as the door opens, my nose is bombarded with smells. Alcohol, cigarettes, sick, and others I am not willing to decipher.
I am tossed on the couch and a bottle is shoved in my mouth. Beer flows and I am forced to drink it. The man snickers at my failed attempts to spit out the drink. He plops down next to me and guzzles the rest of my beer.
"Yew 'ave possibly ru'ned my life, dullard." He whispers almost to himself. Joy, he hates me.
I feel my body fall to the side. The same side Murdoc is on! Shit! No, no, no, stop! My right half of my body lands on Murdoc's bare chest rather heavily. I can feel his skin warm but his muscles tighten at the touch.
Oh hell..
Wait a minute.. Why was Murdoc shirtless?!
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Alright! I need some help. Should Murdoc..
#1 Beat Stu and pretty much ignore him the whole night
#2 Hug Stu and talk to him
Let me know!
