Hey! :P Sooo, it might be a while before I update...AGAIN...because I'm writing, like, four different stories and I've got a short story on my IPod from sheer boredom. -_- I really hate school.

Anyway, I need to write and finish my Kingdom Hearts stories to get off the 'arc' as I like to call it. I have fan-girl obsession sickness XD

DISCLAIMER: I dun' own it, stop asking.

CLAIMER: I own Stephany...I keep her on a leash and feed her kibbles 'n' bits XD

MURDOC'S POV

"How come tha' Dullard doesn't remember?" Murdoc yelled, slamming his fists onto his desk. The octopus jumped off quickly, frightened that he would get hit.

"Issit because I hit 'em with a fucking car? ...Twice?" Murdoc asked. Nobody answered, of course. The place was silent. He slammed his fists down again. "WHY?" He growled out. He looked down and sighed. "Why does the world fuckin' hate me?"

Murdoc Niccals sat quietly for a while. He had to think everything over. After all that had happened to him and 2D in the past couple of years, he was finally regretting it.

He regret hitting the kid with his car in the first place. He hadn't meant to...the whole time he'd known/fucked Stuart, he had had no idea where the boy worked. And what's worse...when the kid's parents found out who hit him...they struck a nasty deal to spare the poor boy any more pain.

Murdoc sat his head into his arms on the desk. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place...and he wasn't able to do shit. For anybody. 2D is afraid of him, Noodle is gone, god only KNOWS where Russel ended up, Noodle-bot isn't the smartest thing in the world...and, finally, Murdoc Niccals. He wasn't the most sane person anymore. And he knew that.

The only thing that bothered him was the fact that he was officially old. Age 44 isn't exactly the best age...but he had heard Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn say on TV that age 45 was middle aged. That gave him a sliver of hope...but he knew his time was to come.

The deals he had made before...they would eventually catch up to everything. He knew that bad things would start happening very soon, and that there was a special place in hell reserved for his ass. He knew that he had jeopardized almost everybody.

He knew that...he had hurt 2D... Murdoc lifted his head up and banged it on the desk in front of him. "DAMN ALL!"

2D'S POV

I starred at the wall...again. It's...getting a little boring...but I guess I'll deal.

I'm too depressed to play pong right now, anyway. Ha, I sound like one of those Sims thingies.

Which reminds me...this one time, Murdoc bought the game and we played it together. It was Sims 2 for the...uhm...PlayStation 2, I believe? Yeah...anyway...he caught the stove on fire, right? So, while I was laughing at him, MY Sim caught on fire, too. It was...sad. Poor Richard.

"Damn all!"

It was muffled from where I was at...that's what a couple of floors'll do to sound...but I heard it. Murdoc must be upset about something. Huh...wonder what.

I got up from my usual spot on the floor and looked around. Then, my eyes stopped at the port hole. Maybe...he doesn't have enough finances to pay for the whale?

...what the hell are 'finances'?

"I'll ask 'em lata." I said to myself, getting closer to the tiny glass window. Once there, I moved the pretty purple curtain back.

I was shaking...but there was nothing there. A breath left me I hadn't known I was holding in. "Fank gawd!" I said happily.

I sat down on my bed and starred out the little hole. ...ew. "Hah...one fishy, two fishy, red fishy, blue fishy!" I said, pointing. Man...I must REALLY look retarded to people. I'm smart, I swear! I just...I don't quite use me brain as much as I used to...

"Wot are yew going on about?" Murdoc swung my door open. He didn't look mad...just...blah, ya know? He calmly walked over and sat beside me. "Where's the whale at?" He asked, scanning the ocean abyss. I shrugged. "'Asn't been 'ere for a while..." I trailed off, looking away.

See, around this Satanic bastard, I get this chill bumps that make me want to either curl up beside him or puke my guts out. I can't really deside what they are yet...but I'll figure it out. "M...Muds?" His eyes flicked to me. "Wot are fie-non-ces?"

"Finances?" I nodded. "Yeah!"

"Finances are...like, money income. Why? Where'd yew pull tha' word from, eh?" I blinked. "I dunno. It kinda jus' popped into my head...I was thinkin' 'bout wot 'appened to da...creature...an' I fought tha' maybe yew didn't 'ave enough fie...fy..."

"Finances."

"Yeah! Tha' word! Anyway...I fought tha' mabe yew didn't have enough of tha' word ta pay it."

Murdoc...smiled? Am I going delusional? He shook his head slowly, still wearing that smile. "You're such an idiot."

...Was that a compliment?

"Umm...fanks...I fink." He got up and walked to the door. I watched him as he turned, starring at me expectantly. "...Well?" I cocked my head. "C'mon. We've got recording ta do, 'D." We both walked out to the recording room.

STUART POT 3RD PERSON POV

Stuart's parents had heard their last 'session' together. Oh, yes, they heard it all too well from through the walls. After that, Stuart was banned to go anywhere near Murdoc Niccals, and was also grounded.

He could go to work and straight home...that's all. Stephany didn't like the idea that much either, so she came to visit every now and then. Of course, this little away time was too much for Murdoc...and he tried every possible way his twisted mind could think of to see the boy.

He tried climbing through the window, breaking in, everything. But, unfortunately, Stuarts parents had changed the locks on every door in the house, including the boy's, and had bars put on the windows. Stuart thought of his house as more of a prison rather than an actual living space now. He only wanted to stay at Murdoc's. Ah, the legend of Romeo and Juliet lives on...only nobody here gets stabbed or drinks poison. It's been at least six months since Murdoc and Stuart became a package deal...and said package deal was starting to corrupt.

"MUM!" Stuart whinned. "Let me go out! Please?"

Stuart was sitting at the diner table, pleading to his mother. Rachel and David were in their usual spots: Rachel in the kitchen and David watching TV. Rachel had just got home from work and was currently making diner. Stu's father, David, worked at a fun fair.

"No, Stuart." After how harshly those simple words had been spoken, Stuart stopped.

The door suddenly rang. Rachel ran to it before Stuart could get there. She opened it, preparing her foot, but she put it down. "'Ello, Stephany." She said gracefully.

"Stuart's in the kitchen. You two go inta 'is room and I'll finish makin' dina, awright?" Stephany nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Pot." Rachel giggled. "Yew know yew c'n call me Rachel, dear." Stephany smiled and followed Rachel to Stuart.

Stuart stood the moment he seen Stephany. Both teens went upstairs and into Stuart's room. Stu closed and locked his door quickly. "Stephany," He pleaded. "Yew gotta 'elp me." Stephany cocked her head and sat down.

Her hair was now back to it's natural color, a stunning fox orange.

"What's the matter? That dude you're dating?" Stuart nodded. "They...They won't lemme see 'em!" He cried, putting his head in his hands. "'S all givink me a terrible 'eadache...but I can't stop thinkink 'bout him!" Stephany smiled. She walked over to the window, looking past the bars and into the distance.

"The windmill never flows far..." She said, finding a pretty cloud. Stuart sighed. "I know...but the tower is forever..." He stood and walked over beside her. "So...he can't see you at work or nothin'?" Stuart shook his head. "I neva told 'em where I worked..."

"Really?" Stu nodded. "Why?"

"I fought 'e'd fink I was a nerd or somefink...I DO work in a piano store, ya know..." Stephany rolled her eyes.

"Yeah...well, maybe he's into that stuff." Stuart's mind wondered, and he gave her a funny look. Her eyes widened. "No! Not like that! No! God, Stu, nasty!" He smiled. "Uh-huh...sure." Stephany smirked. "Well...ANYWAYS. I MEANT he may be into music or play an instrument or something." Stuart nodded. "'E plays bass." Stephany nodded. "See? You and him could start a band!" Stuart shrugged. "Dunno..."

"Hey...is...is that...him?" Stuart looked to where she had pointed. Sure enough, it WAS him. He had a guitar case strapped to his back and was following behind three others. Stuart emidiately brightened as he watched the man. He was straying behind the group of people and he didn't look very happy.

Stuart raised his window, thanking his parents for putting the bars on the OUTSIDE of the window. "MUHDOC!" He yelled. Murdoc stopped and looked over. He grinned and waved at the boy, but didn't attempt to go near the house...Stuart's mom had already 'told' him to stay off the property too many times before.

"Haven't seen yew in a while, love!" The bassist called back. "Parent's suck, don't they?"

"Tell me 'bout it." Stuart said. Murdoc suddenly turned. The group of people he was following were complaining about something. He just flipped them off and turned his attention to his boy...and Stuart liked that.

Then, Murdoc decided to do something he knew he would regret if he got caught. He gently sat his guitar case down in the grass and walked to the window. Stuart grinned.

Stephany stuck her head over as well to watch. Murdoc's eyes swept from one to the other.

"Who's that?" He asked, starring at the girl. Stuart looked over to Stephany. He hoped his boyfriend didn't assume the worst. "This is Stephany...did I tell yew 'bout 'er?" Murdoc shook his head. "She's been my best friend since...uhm...since she moved 'ere, I s'pose." Stephany waved.

"Can I...err...talk to yew out here...Stephany issit? We need to work somethink out here..." Stephany nodded and went downstairs. By now, the group of people Murdoc was following had already gone, taking the guitar case with them. Murdoc didn't care. They were supposed to be at band practice, anyway.

Stuart watched as he hid in a bush on the side of the house. Stephany stepped out. "Stu, I'll call you later, okay? And...me and, uhm...Mudkip here-"

"My name is Murdoc, you ponce!" Murdoc growled, crossing his arms. Stephany nodded. "Right, sorry. Me and Murdoc, here, are going to see if we can get you too together again, okay?" Stuart nodded. He was almost totally helpless in this situation.

"Make sure yew call!" He yelled, watching them walk away. He walked over and sat down on his bed, sighing. Taking out a fag from his back pocket pack, as he called it, he brought it to his lips. He took a lighter from his dresser and lit it. "'M so fuckink stressed right now." He said to himself, rubbing his face and scrunching his hair in his fingers.

He took a long drag, let it set, then reluctantly blew it out.

M'kay, soo...I made Stuart's parents sound a bit more...parental in this. Because, let's be honest, who's parents AREN'T lazy and would actually bar windows and change locks? (minecoughcough) ANYWAY. Well, I was trying to get the point across that's Stuart's parents are the type that never want their baby boy to leave and he has to stay home to be safe and blah blah blah. Basically the kind of parents I hate. *shrugs*

Now that I've cleared that up...I think that pretty much explains Stuart's parents...MY view of Stuart's parents, anyway. If you got any questions or just wanna review, feel free to. I really appreciate all the feed back! ^^ I feel like I've done a really good job on this s far, and everyone seems to like it, so thank you! ^^

btw, I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, but I'm spell checking everything twice and re-reading it to make sure...please excuse one or two mistakes, thank you :)