It's been quite a while since I've added to this story, so I'm taking advantage of my holiday to finish it.

For you see, I am concerned that I will not be able to write as a hobby anymore, as I am now a year 11 and will have to work stupidly hard for my GCSE's. So now, over my holiday away from internet and civilisation therefore any possible distractions, I will aim to finish the whole story. Hopefully that goal is able to be achieved!

Oh yeah, has anyone else recently tried to get hold of the Gorillaz auto-bio? Because I went into Waterstones today and asked at the desk and they told me it had been discontinued.. 3 years ago! I was gutted.

And my boyfriend's taking me to see them; yay. Anyone else going to Brighton?

By the way. This chapter might be boring, it's insigificant anyway[: I know that you don't need to tell me.

Anyhow, on with the story

Chapter 3; Waste

The tiny Japanese guitarist blinked, adjusting her tired eyes to the morning light that was breaking it's way through the dusty windows. She shivered, reminiscing of the night before, then suddenly realised that the space next to her was taken up by a lanky blue haired singer, who's head was gently resting on her chest. Noodle had always wanted to wake up like this, though until now she'd always dismissed the thought and labelled her feelings for 2D as a silly teenage crush; however she knew it was not. She lay with him, until he began to wake up. He sat up and yawned modestly, then turned to Noodle and grinned.

"Mornin' love, good sleep?" He said through another yawn.

"Yes, it was lovely to wake up next to you."

"Ow I know, just feels like everyfinks perfec'." She smiled sweetly at him, before crawling onto his lap and kissing him on the cheek.

"Every thing is perfect." she whispered. He kissed the top of her head and whispered back,

"I love you Noodle." Her heart stopped, were those words seriously coming from 2D's mouth? She felt as if she could explode with happiness, at last, she didn't have to preserve her love for him anymore.

"I love you too!" she squealed, squeezing him so hard he was left gagging for air. The two kissed, feeling nothing but happiness and love for each other. That was until Noodle was overcome with a rather worrying thought.

"Um, 2D, are we going to tell Russel?" She said biting her lip. 2D suddenly clutched his head in his hands and tugged at his bright blue hair; he looked like a bullet had just shot through his heart.

"Oh god I'm a d-dead man!" He exclaimed, pulling the bed sheets over his head and frantically biting at his nails. Noodle cocked her head. He was right, if Russel knew that his baby-girl was seeing someone 12 years older than her, he'd surely have him by the throat. Not to mention the 200ft high tower she would be locked away in for eternity. Well, maybe she was exaggerating, but Russel thought of her as a daughter and therefore was extremely protective of her.

"Maybe we shouldn't tell him then, no, we should. Because if we don't he'll find out anyway and then the consequences will be twice as bad! But I don't know, he'll be pretty pissed when we tell him, he might.." She stopped, as she noticed that 2D was still a shivering wreck under the sheets. She tapped his head, and slowly he peered out of them.

"It's OK Stu, we'll sort something out." She assured him, stroking his cheek softly. He took her hand and gave her a smile which didn't reach his eyes; they had a scared look about them.

"Yer righ' Noods, a' teh end of teh day you can' stop love can you?" She giggled, then reached for the clock sitting on the bedside table. It read 11:45am.

"Oh my god!" she shouted jumping off the bed, "Russel will be worried, I'm never not up this late!" She ran up to the kitchen as fast as her little feet would carry her, with a still yawning Stuart Pot trailing behind her. Sure enough, the rotund New York drummer was pacing the dull empty room scratching his head and humming along to Parklife. The pair stood in the doorway, silently giggling. He didn't notice them for a while, so Noodle decided to make an entrance.

"Good morning Russel!" She screeched, making him jump and lose his footing. He landed rather daintily on a chair, (how he managed to do that we shall never know!) and chuckled.

"Good morning my.. not-so-baby-girl!" She crossed her arms and pouted at him, he knew how she hated to think she would soon cease to be a child.

"I will always be your baby girl Russel," she said with a small smile, "no matter how old I get." He grinned and staggered to his feet. He started making her an omelette, not even acknowledging the presence of 2D, who had now joined Noodle at the table. He cleared his throat.

"Good morning.." he muttered quietly. Russel grunted, applying his attention to what he was cooking. 2D turned to Noodle and shrugged giving her a puzzled look.

"2D is better, Russel." She said. Russel didn't reply so she repeated herself, only a lot louder.

"Good." he replied, still not turning to face them.

"Yes, it is very good. I was so worried about him."

"You shouldn't have been worried, it was your god damn birthday Noodle-girl!"

"It's not his fault Russel." She snarled through gritted teeth. She hardly ever got angry with Russel, because he was like a father to her. But of course, every father and daughter have arguments. He said nothing. They sat in icy silence for what seemed like hours, until a plate was placed in front of both of them.

"Sorry D, just hate to see my Noodle upset like that." He said, patting 2D on the back. He smiled up at him,

"S'alright Russel, thanks." With that, Russel left them both to eat. They didn't speak until they had devoured every single scrap off their plate.

"Hungry I guess!" Noodle mumbled, breaking the silence. 2D just nodded and smiled.

"What are you thinking, Stuart?" He put his head down on the table and sighed,

"Just tha' really, think 'bout it. If tha's how he acts when I done nufink, wha's he gunna do when we tell 'im 'bout.. us?" She scratched her head and gave him a doubtful look.

"I really don't know. This is so tricky, I just wish we could do what the hell we like. Actually, y'know what, screw them! We don't need anyone's consent, I have no parents so who's to say I can't do what the hell I like?" She took his hands and smiled, gazing deep into his dark eyes.

"I love you, that's all that matters." The two walked back to 2D's room, where they wasted their day together. But who cares if they waste it, and who cares if they're together. They don't, that's for sure.