Waterfall tears: yeah, it's probably better that you don't get on myspace anyway. It is a bit risky…I suppose. : ) Anyway, I am glad that you read all of my stories:D It's quite awesome! ----
2D was shifting nervously from one foot too the other. He always got this way when he was preparing to talk to Murdoc. He wasn't exactly sure as to why. Perhaps it was the beatings…or perhaps it was something more. Either way, he was nervous as hell.
A creak in the door. Breathe.
"Wot issit then?" Murdoc questioned, groggy and frustrated.
"Oi, I'm sorry if you was sleepin'…" 2D quickly started to apologize.
"You're wastin' me time, mate," he growled in a rather aggressive manner, warning 2D not to start babbling like a moron. However, the young singer completely missed the rather obvious message and continued to stammer.
"Well…you see…it's jus' that you said you wasn't feelin' all that great an' I fought you might like a present or summink…"
"Get in, get in here…sweet Satan," Murdoc grumbled as he threw the winnebago door open a bit more and went further into the vehicle.
2D just blinked stupidly for a moment before realizing he'd just been invited inside. This was a bit unexpected, but the singer went inside before the invitation was revoked. You never took a show of kindness lightly from Murdoc. Although, he wasn't quite sure if that's what this was. It was more of an irritated invitation, to say the least.
"So, wot is it now?" Murdoc questioned as he started to pour out some Vodka from one of his nearly empty bottles.
"How long 'ave you been drinkin' dat?" 2D asked, wondering if perhaps Murdoc was in one of his drunken stupors. That would very much explain the invitation.
"Oh…a few hours or so," he responded.
He didn't seem overly drunk, but D was pretty sure that he was.
"Well, get on wif it…wot was it that ya wanted?" Murdoc urged, really not in the mood to be dealing with 2D. He'd heard the mention of a present though, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to see what that lot was all about.
"Well…here. Russel took me to the store a little while ago…I bought you dis…"
2D held out the Spencer's bag and Murdoc took it from him sloppily, curious as to what was inside. He was quite surprised, actually, when he opened the bag and found the lamp. He actually rather fancied it, which was surprising. Usually 2D got him some pretty, fluffy, useless junk. This however, was right up his alley. Shocking.
"Hmmm…this is…well, I actually like it, Dullard," he stated rather awkwardly, some what disappointed he had nothing to yell at the dim wit about.
2D felt his heart start to beat faster and his stomach lighten. He'd done good! He'd actually done right by Murdoc! This was something that never, EVER happened. It seemed as though he was constantly letting him down, and now, at this very moment, he'd managed to please the Satanist. He was so happy he just wanted to hug him, but he didn't. He knew better.
"Well, I guess I'll be going back to my room then…" 2D started to say, not wanting to spoil the moment by bothering the bassist, but he felt Murdoc's hand touch his arm lightly.
"Wait…I…uh…couldja stay just for a bit?"
2D gazed at him, confused.
"Ya want me ta stay?"
Murdoc had a blank look on his face. He was lonely, and he was drunk, and he desperately wanted company. He didn't want the Dullard to see any of this though, and responded in a rather nasty tone, "Well you don't 'ave ta. Christ, I jus' thought you might wanna, but if you don't that's just fuckin' dandy."
"No…no…I'll stay…I didn't mean it like that…" 2D quickly started to stammer. He really did want to stay. In fact, he'd like nothing more in the world. You see, in his eyes, Murdoc was a hero. He'd saved his life, gave him a wonderful career opportunity, and…in an odd sort of way…he was his first friend in the world. 2D had always had trouble making friends, back in the days when he was "Stewart", and Murdoc had changed all of that. In fact, he'd really changed who 2D was all around. For better, of course.
"So, uh…do you feel any better?" 2D asked as he sat on the edge of Murdoc's bed, seeing as it was the only semi-comfortable seat in the entire vehicle. He couldn't see how Murdoc could actually live in this thing. Especially since Kong was right across the way. Still, he supposed home was whatever it needed to be for the people who make it theirs.
"Oh, uh…well, no…not really. But…eh…woteva."
2D nodded.
"Maybe you could use some of me meds…?"
"No. Do you fink I want ta turn into some medicated fucked up zombie like you?"
The singer sighed and looked at his feet. He wasn't very nice, even when he was being nice, if you follow.
"Well…uh…c'n I do anyfing then?"
Murdoc sighed and looked out the small window above his sink.
"No…no…there's not."
"Wouldja like me ta drive ya to a doctor?"
Murdoc turned around sharply, looking 2D in the eye.
"No."
The singer nodded, acknowledging that the bassist before him was quite serious about that statement.
"Well, uh…" 2D looked up at Murdoc rather pathetically, "I've run out of things to say…"
"Me, too," Murdoc replied, in somewhat of a daze.
They stayed that way in awkward silence for a few more moments before Murdoc sat beside 2D, too close for comfort.
"Erm…" 2D muttered softly as Murdoc leaned in close, his lips just a breath away from D's. The singer narrowed his eyes and felt his chest being to rise and fall rapidly. His heart was pounding as though trying to escape it's ribcage prison and his palms began to sweat. Instant reactions. However, the feeling didn't last long, because Murdoc had pulled himself away before anything could happen, looking at the ground as he spoke.
"I think it's best you leave now."
2D sat there for a moment, breathing shallow.
"Ok…"
Wot jus' happened?
