Disclaimer: Do I even need to do this anymore? It's fan fiction. Im a FAN. Get it? I'm not putting this stupid thing anymore. It should be obvious they aren't mine...
2D's Pov:
I was waken by music. It sounded like a guitar. Me being naturally curious I took the lift and followed the sound to the recording studio. I found Jonah sitting on the floor leaning over an acoustic guitar. She was smiling as she banged on it. It was plugged into an amp and the sounds echoed off the walls. All in all it sounded pretty good, I see why Noodle wanted her to join.
I heard Murdoc yelling, "Wha's that noise! I'm gonna kill who ever done this!" Murdoc stomped into the doorway of the recording studio. He stopped yelling when he saw Jonah, smiling evily. Uh-oh. Soon all 4 of us were standing outside the doorway. Noodle was smiling to herself and Russell looked a bit surprised.
The song stopped and Jonah turned her head to us, her eyes went wide.
Jonah's Pov:
My song stopped and I looked up, stunned. "Why didn't you tell me they were standing there!" I yelled at it. "They were going to have to hear you sometime anyways, I figured, why not now?" it told me. I realized I probably looked like an idiot just standing here. "Um s-sorry." I stuttered.
"That's okay, love. I see what you mean, Noodle. She can join. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to sleep." Murdoc said. Russel nodded his head and said, "Ditto."
2D said nothing as he left, but Noodle was already too awake to sleep anymore. "Want to watch Pokemon?" she asked. I smiled and nodded.
We spent the morning watching Pokemon and Powerpuff Girls until Russel got up and made breakfast. By that time early shows were over, and we were watching a romance movie on ABC Family. The couple said 'I Love You' to each other and I became confused.
"How does it feel?" I asked it.
"What?" it whispered.
"Love. What does it feel like, exactly?" I asked again, feeling very stupid. I was speaking to this ghost in my head directly from hell about love.
"Depends." it finally said. "Do you mean like a mother/child love? A friend bond? Or love of another person?"
"The latter one. What does it feel like?" I said. It was silent, but I could tell it was just thinking. "I'm not entirely sure. It's hard to explain. But, you'll know when you experience it yourself." it whispered finally, leaving me to my thoughts. I think it just made me even more confused. I left the breakfast table and went up to my room.
Is love even real? I've never known love. I've had no friends, and my parents, I don't even know. My whole childhood I felt like my parents were just people who picked me up off the street and let me stay in their house. Even though that's not the case. I was an accident. There, I said it.
I know now what a friend is like, if that's what you would call Noodle. But you know what? She actually did pick me up off the street and let me stay in her house. Ironic, huh?
It was about 10:00 pm when I figured I needed a bite to eat. I left my room and took the lift to the kitchen. Murdoc was sitting at the table having a smoke, which I think is weird. Couldn't he smoke in his own room?
"What are you doing up, love?" he slurred. I looked up at him and scrunched my eyebrows, "It's only like, 10." I said.
"Well, I think you should sleep. You can borrow my bed, if you want." he wriggled his eyebrows at me. "But it's awfully cold in the Winnebago, so I'll warm you up nice."
A look of pure disgust crossed my face. Was he seducing me? Isn't he like, 40? Ew. "Um, yeah. No thanks." I grabbed a granola bar and started to leave, but he stopped me at the door.
"C'mon, hun. You know you want to." he said. I tried to get around him, but I was trapped. Where was everyone else? Did they really go to bed this early?
"No. I don't." I said sternly. I resisted the urge to push him, knowing that would cause trouble. Murdoc reached out and touched my side, I'm guessing to pull me closer, but as soon as he touched me, he flinched away. Shit. I backed away slowly as he said, eyes wide with shock, "What- what was that?"
Shit, shit, shit, shit, he heard it. Damn, how am I going to explain this?
"What was what?" I said nervously.
"I touched you and, and I heard, I heard music." he said. I tried to keep a straight face and said, "Your crazy, Murdoc. It must be all those smokes getting to your head. I'm going to bed now, okay?" I said. I moved past him, careful not to touch him again. He was too shocked to stop me.
Damn those ghost children. They mess up everything. You see, the only reason I know how to play music is from the ghost children, completely different from the ghost talking to me from hell. When I was first born, still in the hospital, a girl died, at the same time I was born. I almost didn't make it, I almost died after I was born. Something about my heart rate to low. Instead of going to heaven, she was sent to me. Her name was Maria. She was 12 when she died of cancer, and played music. That's how I got the first ghost child. I have 3.
I got the second one when I was 5. Again, I almost died, but the ghost child saved me. I was at the park with one of my parent's clients, and I ran off to get ice cream without telling the client. When I was coming back, a big guy came up to me, said he was one of my parents clients. I followed him, but later did I realized that we weren't going back to the park. He took me to a warehouse next to the ocean and shot me. I still remember the pain, the scream that I didn't know was mine. But do you know what? A little boy named Charles was drowning in that ocean. He was only 8, but played incredible music.
The third time, was my fault. I was 10. Just a year before my parents got sued. I took one of the client's cars and hot wired it, attempting to escape. A little girl didn't look both ways before she crossed the street, and I hit her. I swerved off the road and ran into a building. The girls name was Annie, she was 5. And she didn't know it yet, but she would have grown up to be a wonderful singer.
I figured some divine force was trying to keep me alive for a reason, but I have yet to figure out why. I found out I had a voice when I escaped from the court house, the voice led me to Jeb. Discretely, the voice said he didn't know where exactly I was going, but I needed to be there. I have no idea why I listened to it. Probably because I needed a place to stay away from the cops.
So, music is literally in my soul. And when people touch me, they hear it too.
I really hope you didn't skim through the last few chapters. If you did, go back and read them, or you will be very confused later. Review please. I'll post as soon as I can.