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Chapter 4:2D an' a heart

J.D.'s perspective

The funny man called Murdoc had his arm wrapped me, when the lift got to the Study Room. He squeezed me against him, but then let go 'bruptly, mumbling, " 'amn, Dulard's stank."

He stumbled out of the lift before me. I got out slower than him and looked around. Huh? I looked around some more. Murdoc was gone. Hmm, I don't seem to stick by one person very long. Makes me sad.

The Study Room has a desk with an octopus on it. It has bookshelves, and it has a little theater section. That's the stuff that sticks out the most to me. There's a lot of randomish stuff all over Plastic Beach, I think. There's a door to the left marked 'Studio,' and a railless spiral staircase that led upwards through a circular hole in the ceiling.

"Hey." A cockney accented voice called down from the stairs. He was leaning over, looking down through the ceiling's hole. He was pretty. He had blue hair that stuck up a bit, from under his sailor hat. His eyeballs were completely black. Blue hair. Blue's nice.

"Yu souldn' go 'round wif Mudz. 'e's not good. Took ma liver las' Album, y'kno."

"Oh." I put my hand on my stomach. "Want won of mine?"

"Nah." He blinked dully.

I moved toward the stairs, avoiding the stuff on the floor. I didn't know what half of it was. I climbed up the spiral stairs, 'till I had to stop for a moment. One of the steps was missing. I eyed the distance to the next step. Eh. I think I might make it. I pulled the ends of my jeans up a little, so that they wouldn't fold over my feet momentarily. I curl my toes against the stone step I stand on and leap.

Ah! Yay! Made it. I wobble and tip over. Oops. Didn't make it...

A pair of long arms catch me under the arms and carries me up the rest of the steps like a child. The bag I'm supposed to give to 2D, swings from my fingers.

we get the top of the stairs and I have to squeeze my eyes closed. We're on the roof and the sun is blinding. 2D sat me down and laughed.

"Whot?" I asked, not being able to open my eyes yet.

"Yur face." He laughed.

"Your face!" I shoot back wittily. We were gonna get along.

My eyes adjusted and I could see. The roof was white like the rest of the house. There were lawn chairs and striped umbrellas scattered about like it was a resort. That must've been Murdoc's idea. He seems the type for that kinda stuff. Over to the side, is a futon, machine resembling a stereo, a few cardboard boxes, and a blue duffle bag.

2D was wearing some brown leather boots, jeans with the cuffs rolled up, and a white wifebeater. I hadn't noticed before, but he had really long legs, and long skinny arms with lean muscle definition.

Guess, that's why the jeans Noodle gave me, are so long. Oh. I'm still holding the bag, Noodle gave me for 2D.

"Dis is from Noodle." I say, breaking 2D out from the daydream he'd went into.

"Ah, Fanks." He took the bag's handles with his long fingers and stode over to where the futon and other stuff is. I follow behind him, dawdling a little, looking out at the ocean. It's so big. And blue. Blue is a good color. I think it's my favorite.

2D let himself collapse on the futon, it bends from his weight. He hums a tune and starts looking through the bag from Noodle. I make my way over to him and he pats next to him. I plop down and the futon bends even more, pushing us together so our thighs and arms touch.

2D starts going through the bag. He pulls out a couple of pill bottles just like the ones in the medicine cabinet downstairs.

"What're those?" I ask.

"Thees're pills fo' thees real bad 'eadaches i 'et sometimes." He tosses them into a side pocket on the duffle bag, out of sight.

Next, he pulls out a piano/flute, which is called a melodica... wait. How do I know what it's called? Uh, doesn't matter, I guess. Melodicas are fun. He sets it on my lap and I fiddle with the keys, while 2D pulls out the rest of his stuff.

Some beat up sneakers. A couple of spiral notebooks (all purple) with pens pushed into the metal spiral binding. And a little wooden box with a latch. He starts putting all of this stuff off to the side, in the cardboard boxes.

The melodica stays on my lap and the notebooks stay on the futon.

While he's putting his stuff away, he asks me, "an' where'rd yew come from?"

"I come from morgue."

"Un-huh..." He said uncertainly looking up from his boxes.

" 's true!" I say, tired of the weird looks everyone I meet gives me. He keeps lookin' at me a lil' funny so I decide to show him something that even I know, normal people shouldn't have. (Well, I'm pretty sure most don't.)

I move the melodica offa my lap and stand up. I rock back on my heels and lift my shirt up, showing him my stomach.

A few inches above my belly button is a deep macabre scar, where my skin'd been stitched together in a poorly done criss cross pattern. It went all the way up to two inches below my collar bone. There were other little scattered scars, that didn't stand out as much. My least favorite, for some reason, were these two puffed out ovalish scars that were parallel to each other. I don't mind the others, but these two I hate. They suck.

"Wot happened?" 2D asked concerned. He'd finished putting the stuff away and walked over to me. He reached out and lightly traced the big scar up, with his fingertips, till it reached the shirt. He has warm hands. I feel strange.

"Ionno." I say. "Don' remember anything besides the morgue."

Something in his black orb-eyes lights up, but at the same time he looks, what's the word, weary. He lets his hand drop and I let go of my shirt, letting it fall back into place.

"Y-Yew breath..."He observed.

"..." I didn't say anything.

"Um, yur heart." I give him a puzzled look. Now he's just sayin' stuff.

"Can I listen tuh it?"

"Sure." I nod.

'cause of the height difference he sits back on the futon, and I stand between his knees. His hands go on my arms and he puts his ear over my heart.

After awhile, he pulls away.

"Yew have a heart."

I smile. "I like your hair."

He reaches up and reflexively touches it.

"Fanks." He smiles. He's missing his two front teeth

. "Here lemme show you somefin."He says suddenly, his smile turning into a mischievous grin.

^^ yay! chapter 4! It was longer, but i had to cut it in half 'cause it was too long. Expect more 2D!

I jus' reread chapter 1 and I think I might go back and rewrite it. That beginning chapter was pretty...guy-ish? I didn't really intend that. If i do, I'll make a note saying I rewrote it.

My fanfics always start out really rough then get better :P

Thank you for reading! ^_^