Hello my little chicks! I'm so sorry for not being on for a very long time :3 If you've been reading some of my other fics then you'll know about my ill health and various members of family coming into my house to check up on me xD I had Glandular Fever/Mono and I discovered that I have a wheat allergy, which sucks. A lot.

But now I'm back with a new chapter! If you can't remember what happened in previous chapters, feel free to go back to chapter 1 to refresh your memory!

You know what the special occasion is? IT'S MY 18TH BIRTHDAY TODAY!

The Gorillaz songs mentioned in this chapter are all personal favourites of mine, but I don't own anything, except the Black family, Lottie, Brigh :3 Carlisle Road in Eastbourne does actually exist.

Chapter 7: Violet Sunsets

Mama and Danny were like mother hens as they saw me off on Saturday morning, even Ira was tearful.

By the time I was on the motorway, the sat-nav was on and Gorillaz's debut album was blasting from my stereo. I was singing loudly to New Genius when I had to stop for lunch. Thank God for service stations!

Inside the service station were a few shops including a phone shop, a bookstore and a Burger King. My face lit up. After so many months of Lottie and I on this stupid diet, I couldn't wait to finally eat some junk food.

I was waiting politely in line when someone patted my shoulder. I turned to see a man a few years older than me. He smiled at me.

"Hi," he said "Are you Annie Black?"

"Yeeaahhh...?" I replied, not really sure of what this guy wanted.

"You're with the lead singer of Gorillaz, right?"

"Yes, I am." I replied

"My little girl is a huge fan of Gorillaz and, when she saw you from where we're sitting, she wanted your autograph." The man replied.

"Yes, of course!" I said, smiling.

The man held out a pen and a notebook.
"Her name is Brigh, B-R-I-G-H."

"Okay." I said, taking both pen and notebook. "Dear Brigh." I said, writing in my best handwriting "I wish you the best in everything you do and never give up at anything. Lots and lots of love, Annie xx."

"Thanks." said the father. "Brigh will be really happy."

"No problem." I smiled.

After lunch, I went back to my car and drove the rest of the way to Eastborne. It was late afternoon by the time I arrived in Eastbourne. Then it hit me. Stuart never told me where about his parents were living. I facepalmed. Digging out my mobile, I rang his number, praying that he would answer it. He didn't.

I sat in my car for a while, thinking about what to do now. Ah ha! I had Stu's parents' number. I dialled.

"Hello?" asked a gruff voice, his Cockney accent thicker than Stu's. I supposed it was Stu's dad, Dave.

"Uh, Mr Pot?" I asked.

"Yes?" replied Dave.

"Ny name is Annie and I'm Stu's girlfriend." I explained "He hasn't told me your address so I'm stuck in the middle of Eastbourne."

There was a sigh and then "Rach! C'ere!"

A second voice, this one feminine and without a Cockney accent, spoke down the phone to me.

"Hello?"

"Hello, It's Annie, Stu's girlfriend." I said again.

"Oh hello, love. Is everything alright?"

"Stu hasn't given her our address." replied Stu's dad,

"Oh shush, Dave!" quipped Stu's mum. "Now, where are you?"

I chewed my lip. Good point.
"Uh, Carlisle Road."

"Alrighty. Dave, get the map." said Mrs Poth

"Where is Stu?" I asked, uncertainly.

"We've sent him shopping. Actually, you could make a detour and pick him up."

20 or so minutes later, I parked outside a battered Tesco's, teens hanging around by the front with their cans of lager and roll ups. I applied the crook lock and locked my car.

I was met with wolf-whistles and catcalls. I shot a dirty look at them and entered the shop. It was fairly busy and in the maze of aisles, I knew I wasn't going to find Stu. I walked up to a cleaner and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me," I said "Have you seen a bloke about this high," I pointed about a foot higher than me, "with blue hair and no eyes?"

The woman nodded and pointed towards the checkout.

There, handing over some coins, was, indeed, Stu.

"Thanks!" I cried, running over to my famous boyfriend "STUART!"

Stuart turned and a huge smile came across his face.
"Annie!" he cried, opening his arms wide and hugged me tightly.

I had forgotten how warm Stu was in my arms, how his hand gripped the back of my head as he pressed me close. I felt so complete with him here.

"Hey, Stu." I cried, pulling away.

"What are you doing here?" Stu asked "I thought you've found my parents by now?"

"Well, I called your parents because you didn't give me your address." I scolded

Stu's jaw dropped in surprised and I think he widened his eyes.
"Crap!" he cried "I knew I'd forgotten something!"

I smiled
"Don't worry, love, everything's fine. Your mum directed me to where you were and she said that you help me get to yours."

The cashier cleared her throat.
"He's your change, sir."

"Thanks." smiled Stu, before picking up his shopping bags.

"Will we be staying in a caravan?" I asked as we walked to my car.

"No, not this year. We have a little house because we go to Eastbourne so many times." replied Stu.

We placed the bags in the boot and Stu climbed into my Ford Focus.

"Are you alright?" I asked, eyeing Stu, who looked very cramped.

"A little squashed." He replied.

"Hang on." I pulled a lever under Stu's seat and said seat sunk a couple of inches. "How about now?"

"Annie, my saviour." Stu leaned towards me for a kiss.

I giggled before kissing him back. The week away had sparked some new passion in the ex-vocalist. He ran one thin fingered hand up my thigh, disappearing under the pastel dress I was wearing.

"You look and smell delicious." Stu smiled a large and goofy smile that showed the gaps in this teeth.

I smiled back, an equally toothy one, and stroked his cheek.
"Do you miss it?" I asked, suddenly.

"Miss what?" Stu replied, stroking my thigh.

"The band, Kong." I explained. "It's gone. Gorillaz, it's done."

"Oh, Annie," Stu leant back against the back of the seat. "I do. I do so much. I miss trying to get Noodle to say my name properly, Russel's amazing cooking, fighting off them zombies, the interviews, the music, the fans, the tours, the times when Murdoc and I had fun together."

A single clear tear fell down his cheek.

"I want to go back." Stu whispered.

"Oh Stuart," I clapped a hand over my mouth, "it's my fault isn't it?"

"What?" Stu sat up. "Jesus, Annie, no!"

"I fucked this up!" I whispered, close to tears myself.

"Anuushka Black, don't you ever tell yourself that!" Stu grabbed my shoulders and gave me a gentle shake. "You have made me bloody happy!"

"You swear?" I asked "If you could trade me to bring back Kong and the old days, would you?"

"Between Gorillaz and Annie Black?" Stu thought for a moment, "Annie, I would trade anything just to have you here. Even if I couldn't sing ever again."

The drive over to Stu's parent's was relatively quiet except for Stu giving me directions as his hand that rubbed up and down my thigh.

We pulled up outside a small house on the seafront. It was beautiful, painted cream with a green door and edging.

"Oh my God, it's adorable." I said, parking up.

"Yup." replied Stu, giving my thigh a squeeze.

"I only hope I look presentable." I chewed my lip.

"Annie, you look amazing." Stu pressed his lips to my cheek.

I was wearing a light pastel flowery dress with a pair or pastel pink baseball pumps. To top off the outfit, my now bum-length newly orange-brown dyed hair had a wreath of white plastic flowers in it. It was May, it was warm, so sue me.

"Ira said I looked like a flower fairy." I said with a frown.

"You do. It ain't a bad thing." Stu unclipped his seatbelt. "Come on or my mum will fret."

We both out of the car, grabbed the shopping bags and headed up the stone steps.

Stu, who was more laden with bags than I was, turned to me.
"Annie, my key's in my back left pocket. Could you get the door, babe?"

My stomach jumping at the use of the nickname, I found said key and unlocked the front door.

"'M back!" Stu called, nudging me in with his hip, "Mum?!"

"I'm in the kitchen." Replied his mother, "Is your girlfriend with you? I forget her name..."

"Yeah!" Stu kicked the door shut behind him. "Don't be shy, Annie, go and meet my mum."

I hesitantly walked towards where Mrs Pot's voice had come from, stu following.

Mrs Pot was short and with long dark brown hair. As we walked into the kitchen, she turned and smiled. I knew where Stu got his smile from.

"Oh, Stuart, she's beautiful, darlin'." She clasped her hands together.

I smiled gently.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs Pot." I nodded my head gently.

"Ma, this is Anuushka Black, my … my Annie." Stu stepped round me to put the shopping on the counter. "Annie, this is Rachel Pot, my mum."

"Anuushka, like the sitar player." Rachel replied. "I'm sorry Stuart forgot to tell you our address." She reached round to clip him round the ear.

"Ah, Mum, get off!" Stu ducked his mother's hand and hid behind me.

I poked him in the side and Stu took off into the hall.

"Dad, the women are beating me up!" He squealed.

I laughed and Rachel joined in.

"Welcome to the Pot household, Annie." Rachel smiled "I hope you enjoy yourself here. Quick question, anything you don't eat?"

Another chapter up!

I love the idea of Rachel and Annie poking and teasing 2D. My family do it often. I'm constantly going "STO' BEIN' MEAN TA MEH!"