Getting drinks with an old friend should not have been as nerve-wracking as 2D felt it was. And yet, he found himself staring blankly at his reflection in the slightly clouded bathroom mirror. He had combed in hair in at least twelve different directions and didn't like how a single style looked. He considered wearing a pair of sunglasses to mask his blackened eyes, but he couldn't help but think he looked somewhat of a douche bag when he got around to actually scouting out a pair.
His teeth were a completely different story.
He almost considered running out to the party store for a pair of novelties in order to hide the unsightly space.
Not that he had time for that either. He had spent most of his time panicking instead of getting ready. He felt bad for doing that really; Noodle had been beginning him to chase down that 'sound truck' all day. Though the sound of finding an ice cream truck sounded appealing, 2D declined, not wanting to trip and fall and smash up his face more or anything. On that same note, what if he tripped and fell in front of the ice cream truck and it hit him, full speed, in the face!? He'd look even more like a monster!
No, he could not have that. Carmon was ugly and turned out gorgeous, so why did he start gorgeous but turn out ugly? It was just his luck really.
"Toochi-san! Sound truck!" Noodle pounds her little fist against the smooth wood of the bathroom door. Had it not been locked and even if it wasn't, Noodle would have flung the door open.
She didn't care if the singer was indecent or not, the sound truck was outside, damn it! She didn't have a dime to her name in her pocket and if she didn't get her Tweety Bird ice cream, she would certainly be furious.
If she didn't get any ice cream, she would be furious.
The bathroom door was flung open and 2D jumped back, smashing his head against the shower door as Noodle stormed in, shoving her hand into the singer's left pocket.
"Noodle!" 2D yelped, snatching her by the wrist, though the girl already had a tight grip on his wallet. The bluenette yanked it back before withdrawing a few bills for Noodle to pay for her treat, "There, ta'e it and get ya-self somefink." He turned her by her shoulders and pushed her toward the door. Noodle, not wanting to leave her 'boyfriend' behind, linked her elbows around his wrists.
"Toochi-san come too." She tilted her head back until it rested on his chest and her face looked straight up at him. She put on her biggest grin, attempting to rock the taller body from side to side. 2D stared down at her, a look of utter loss on his face. Noodle reached on arm up, poking the singer on the nose. 2D's mouth turns into a small smile against his will, which he quickly gets rid off, using this as the perfect time to free his other arm.
"Noodle, luv, 'm very buseh t'day." The singer knelt before the child, but what happened next made him wish that he had bolted the bathroom door shut.
She kissed him! Right on the lips! It was at this point too that 2D realized Noodle had, in fact, been wearing lip gloss. Glitter gloss, actually.
The kisses didn't stop at the lips as soon, 2D found his whole face covered in the glittery mess. Noodle stood back, smiling brightly, before turning on her heels and skipping out to the 'sound truck'.
2D sat on the bathroom floor, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes blown wide; date in twenty minutes.
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"Sorry 'm late. Noodle...er...nee'ed moneh for t'e ice-cream truck..." 2D rubbed furiously at the back of his neck, still convinced that there was glitter somewhere on his face. Carmon laughed sweetly, using her right thumb to dust off a bit of glitter beside the singer's eye.
"I's alright, Stu." She smiled brighter, taking one long stride from her apartment door. 2D followed behind, if only after a moment or so to admire her legs in that slim fitting dress of hers. He still couldn't help but picture how those same legs used to be dry to the point that they resembled a stale piece of bread, a disgusting fuzz of leg hair covering them like a fringe of mold-
"Stuart?" Carmon's honey-like voice now drenched 2D's bread simile, making him look up at the girl now. He hadn't noticed that the light before them had turn green and quickly stepped on the gas to make up for the time he spent sitting there in thought, watching as the light changed from green to yellow.
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The bar they found themselves in was one that they often found themselves outside of as teenagers, waiting behind the place as their older friends exited with half empty Bacardi bottles, offering sips to the minors, though one of them usually had to remain sober enough to either drive home or find someone to pay bail. That friend was usually Carmon, as she had usually been the one the nag everyone else's ears off about the horrid effects of alcohol on the teen brain.
Ironically enough, 2D now watched as she downed her third shot, turning the glass upside down once she had finished.
"So, Stuart, how's the band life been?" Carmon folds her hands on top of her glass, looking intently at the singer as he stared down at the ice in his own glass of scotch, debating whether or not to actually drink it or stay sober enough not to make a complete ass of himself. He perked up a bit at the sound of his name, quickly formulating a response,
"I's fun. Been pr'tteh buseh wiff it lateleh though. T'ey call meh 2D now." He commented factually, adding in a toothless grin, though he immediately regretted such a thing, opting to cover the missing teeth than to actually acknowledge them. Carmon didn't seem to notice, turning to order another drink,
"2D, huh? Where'd that come from?" Carmon runs her slender fingers though her delicate red hair, pondering over the meaning of the name. 2D turns to answer when his phone suddenly erupts into a rather embarrassing ringtone of 'Peanut Butter Jelly Time'.
"Is tha' your li'l girlfriend?" Carmon teases innocently, "Tha' li'l one who calls ye...wha' was it? Tooti or somethi-"
"Toochi-san." 2D corrects absently, digging through his jean pockets to reach the device. Carmon raises a eyebrow at his disregard of her earlier comment, though she decides not to press it further. 2D, on the other hand, decides to not even check the caller I.D and shuts the device down all together before returning it to his pocket, "So, where were we?" He offers that stupid grin of his, too nervous to even think to hide it. Carmon giggles in a way that makes 2D feel like a stupid kid, chasing the affection of a babysitter.
"We were at the part where we get out of this place and head back to my apartment." She winks, pushing herself off of the bar stool and sauntering over to the door. Deciding her confidence was fueled mostly by the three shots she just had, 2D downed his drink, shivering as the effects of the booze finally creeped into his mind, allowing all doubts to flee his mind.
Little known to 2D, Carmon felt the same way. Despite this confidence, neither of them thought about the effects the alcohol was having on their judgment. Neither of them realized it until 2D's car crashed into another at an intersection.
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Rachel and Noodle had been watching a movie on the couch when the home phone rang. Noodle expressed anger in her mother tonge as Rachel got up from the couch,
"Now who the hell could tha' be at this houeh." Rachel spat in frustration, preparing a long rant about rudeness to whomever was on the other line. She was prepared to tell these thought up words to the caller, but something in her told her not to.
"Mrs. Pot?" Rachel was immediately shut up by the familiarity of the speaker, a slight pale coming to her face,
"Yes...Dr. Scott, wha's goin' on?" Rachel found herself subconsciously finding the nearest chair to lower herself in to. Noodle soon joined her in the kitchen, hugging her arm as the E.R doctor delivered the news that neither of them expected, nor cared to hear.
"Stuart has been in a car accident."