Chappie numba two and I still don't own them T^T

Anyways, enjoy~

His laughing stopped abruptly as the pain from his migrane swept over him. Cringing a little, he shakily opened the bottle of pain killers beside his bed and dropped a few into his mouth.

Chugging down most of what remained of the orange juice, he went to set the cup on the nightstand. Instead, it fell to the ground with a loud shattering noise.

He grimaced, unable to stop him self from half-yelling "well tha's bloody pe'fect!"

2D was unsure of where the anger came from, probably from self-loathing and guilt about Noodle, and before he knew it he was stomping towards the lift with his arms crossed and a stern scowl.

His serious attitude faltered when he tripped and nearly hit his face on the lift's door. As he entered he smashed his finger into the kitchen button and leaned back against the wall angrily.

Fisting his hands up in the fabric of his shirt, he slid down with a sigh, burrying his face in his knees. He really really didn't like being angry. It never turned out well.

Either he would make himself sick over it, he would accidentally -or otherwise- piss Murdoc off and get a beating, do something incredibly stupid or just break down crying.

Anger wasn't even close to his cup of tea.

The door opened and he let out another heavy sigh, shoving himself to his feet and stumbling out of the lift and into the kitchen. He nearly tripped over Russel and as a result of dodging him, landed on a certain guitarist.

Noodle let out a squeak when she gathered her wits about her and realized what had happened. 2D blinked down at her, a mere inch from her face, still not able to register what had happened.

She could tell he'd recently taken some pain killers, as his mind would become a bit more confused and slow. "Erm... 2D-san, could you get off of me please?"

He opened his mouth as though to say something, but instead blinked confusedly again. "2D-san?" She asked, pushing lightly on his shoulders.

For a few more seconds he sat there, his gangly form tangled in her smaller frame, their faces so close that Noodle could feel his breathing across her cheeks.

"...Oh! I'm sorr'h love! A'e you aw'ight?" He asked, immediatly rolling off of the red young woman and helping her up.

"It...is ok. I am fine, 2D-san." She said, keeping her eyes down. Noodle's eyes shot up to his face and she frowned lightly. "Why is your foot bleeding?"

"Huh? Meh foot is bleedin'?" 2D looked down and stared at the small puddle of blood around his foot, leading to a trail of bloody steps. "Oh, I suppose 'tis!" He said with a goofy smile.

Noodle didn't find it as funny. "Please sit down so I can bandage it." She led him towards a chair with what sounded like forced worry.

She scurried off to go get her first aid kit and left 2D alone with the tense drummer. Russel turned from the dishwasher, which he had been filling, and walked over to the oblivious vocalist.

Russel stopped infront of him, waiting for him to show any sign of noticing him, but was greated with a blank expression. "Yo, 'D, you in there?" He asked, leaning towards him a little.

"...maybe. I'm not too su'e mehself." He muttered with a sigh.

"Anything ya want to talk 'bout?" The drummer asked, pulling up a chair.

"..I...I'm not su'e."

"You aint too sure today, 'D. You feelin alright?"

"Jus' took meh pills, ya know...but..."

"But?"

"Russ...I don't like bein' mad, but t'day I was so ang'y I broke meh glass!" It sounded more desperate then he'd expected, but he didn't care.

Russel blinked in surprise, glancing down at his foot. "So thats where you're little cut came from? What got you so angry?"

"...N...Noodle." 2D hesitated telling him this.

"Baby girl? What in the world are you talkin' 'bout 'D?"

"Tha's jus' it! I dun't know!" He cried, resting his elbows on his knees and burrying his face in his hands, watching Russel through his long fingers.

"Aw, 'D. I don't know what to tell ya.. You sure you don't know?"

2D hung his head, muttering into his hands. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go there. "Well?"

"I blame mehself." He said simply, his hands falling away as he said this, only to return once he'd finished.

"Blame yourself? For what?"

2D gave him a look through his fingers and Russel sighed, shaking his head. "Now c'mon 'D! You had nothing to do with that!"

"I know, I know, but still... I jus' can't help it. She was meh best friend and she had ta endu'e so much cause I couldn't help he'! If I had jus' hurried a lil' faste'h, I mighta been able ta help he' befo'e..." He shoulders shook a little and he shook his head.

Russel placed a large hand on his shoulder. "We all felt a little guilty over it at one time or another, but it couldn't be helped! It's all passed now, though so-"

"No! It's not all passed!" 2D's voice was suddenly louder and his hands fell away from his face as he sat up and looked at Russel. "Do you not see wot i's done ta he'! She was sucha sweetie befo'e and look at he' now! She hasn't ha'dly spoken a wo'd ta me since she got back!" Tears threatened to well up in his eyes, but he ignored them.

"How can I nawt feel guilty? She was meh best friend and I didn't do a damn thin' ta help he'! It's no wonde' she hasn't talked to me! I'm a blubberin' idiot tha's af'aid of 'is own shadow!"

Russel's hand left a noticable mark on 2D's face as he shut up the vocalist's rant of self-loathing. "'D! Listen to me! You are not a blubbering idiot, you're smarter then that. She probably hasn't talked to you cause you spend all damn day in yer room! Sides, I'm sure she wouldn't blame anything that happened on you!"

"...but...tha's not all..." 2D muttered, rubbing his stinging cheek.

"No? What else could you possibly have to say?"

"That...I...I fink I...I fink I love he' Russ." His voice was quiet and he imediatly withdrew, as though about to be hit.

"Whoa whoa whoa, love? You love baby girl?" Russel shook his head, staring hard at the blue-haired man.

"I...don't know, Russ. I really do tink I love he', but at the same time...I hope sa bad that I'm wrong..." He whimpered, rubbing at the tears in his eyes.

Russel remained silent for a few moments, trying to digest what was being said. "..wrong?"

"Yeah... I mean, she's so much young'a than me and it jus' seems sa wrong...I fee' like such a di'ty old man 'cause she seems sa young... oh Russ, wot am I goin' ta do?" A few tears rolled down his cheeks and he desperately rubbed at them.

"Nowt onl'h that, but I dun't thin' she has the slightes' bit o' interes' fo' me anyways..." The tears burned the bruise on his cheek and he winced each time a new tear fell.

Russel sat there, shaking his bald head with a shadow across his face and his arms crossed. 2D was waiting for either a punch or scold or something like that, but nothing came.

"...Russ?" His voice cracked, waiting for the beheamoth to answer.

"...'D... I really don't know what to say. Do you love her or not?" He asked, leaning a little closer.

The gangly man pulled one knee up, leaving his hurt foot on the floor. "I...Wheneve' I'm nea' he' I get this wei'd feelin in meh stomach, like a bunch o' buttahflies or somefink. When she igno'es me it hu'ts real bad and when I try ta fink back ta tha las' real conve'sation we had I..." More tears ran down his cheeks and he shook his head, hiding his face behind his arms and knee.

Russel placed a hand on his shoulder, unsure of what to say. Even he didn't know Noodle very well anymore, and he was like her father.

"I feel like cryin' jus' finkin 'bout it. Russ... it hu'ts... but I dun't know what ta do 'bout it. I can't tell he'! She'll flip out and neva' want ta be anywhe'e nea' me again!"

Russel's grip tightened a little. "'D." He said simply, getting the vocalist to look up at him. "I.. don't know what to tell you. Do you love her?"

"I..fink."

"Do you love her?"

"I'm nowt su'e, Russ."

"Do you love her?"

2D paused for a thoughtful few seconds. "I...yes."

Russel took a deep breath, closing his eyes. 2D lowered his head again, resting his forehead on his knee with a heavy sigh. He heard the drummer muttering under his breath.

"I'm screwed, a'en't I?" 2D asked, not raising his head.

"In a matter of speaking." He said after a moment.

The vocalist let out an over-emotional sigh that left him exhausted. "I... I fink I should jus' go back ta bed and fo'get today eva happened..." He muttered, barely remembering why he'd come down in the first place.

Russel watched him sadly. He knew it hurt, but it was right. They both knew that. With a sad shake of his head he stood up, patted the other on the shoulder then disapeared into the lift.

2D went to stand up, but found he didn't have the energy so he let his head shift to the table with his arms covering it. "I'm such a mindless idiot..."

He heard shifting feet on the other end of the room and he looked up, quickly dropping his head back onto the table as Noodle padded across the room with her head down.

"Uhm, excuse me 2D-san, could you turn a little more so I can see your foot?"

2D didn't reply, instead he shifted his legs over, turning his head so his cheek was pressed against the table. He watched the top of Noodle's head warily as she patched up his foot.

Really, the pain killers had him so out of it that he didn't feel a thing, so to him it was like watching her fixing someone else's foot.

When she stood back up his eyes were slightly glazed and half-lidded. He looked almost asleep, and she couldn't help but note his unusually pale skin, bruised cheek, and tear stained cheeks.

She hadn't seen what had happened while she was away, but she heard everything. By everything, I mean everything. It shocked her to hear this side of the vocalist.

It was a side of him that she hadn't been exposed to in years, his truly sensative side. "2D-san...are you ok?" She asked, trying to act as innocent as possible.

He didn't responde until her soft pale hand brushed his hair from his face. "...ah, hello there love." He said with forced happiness, but the broken sadness was obvious.

She sat there, looking into his dark voids with her own dull emerald eyes. 2D blinked, rubbed his eyes, then blinked again. "Noodle love, a'e you cryin'?"

Noodle rubbed at her eyes quickly, shaking her head. "I-I don't think so."

"Love, a'e you feeling ok? You look a bit pale 'n' shaky." He started to reach for her shaking hand on the table, but stopped himself, his hands falling back into his lap.

"It's nothing." She said quickly, hurriedly packing up her first aid equipment. "Just worried about your foot."

"Aw, i's aw'ight now, love!" He said, a bit brighter this time, giving her an almost convincing smile.

"Is it?" She asked, her bangs finding thier way between herself and the man sitting infront of her.

"Wot?"

"2D...would you like to come down to the beach with me?" Her voice wavered a little as she fought to mantain a cassual attitude.

He perked up a little bit. "Su'e! I'ma go change, so I'll meet you out the'e?"

"A-alright."

So, how horrible was it? Like I said, this was just gonna be a suuuuper long one shot cause I was lazy but then I decided to make it chapters, so the endings are weird and shouldn't be chappie endings...

Review please ^^