Chapter Title: Figure Out the Problem
Chapter Rating: T (mild language)
2D kept the coloured picture of Noodle and himself close to his chest, as he went through Kong. He didn't want it to get wreaked or wet or something.
He kept it even closer to his chest as he went through the car lot. 2D didn't want Murdoc to catch a glimpse of it, if he was watching from inside the Winnebago.
Noodle and 2D finished colouring the picture a while ago. She giggled at 2D's colouring job. Hers was a lot better than his, but at least he thought his turned out alright.
2D never did colour when he was a kid. So, his crappy colouring job was fine enough for him. It wasn't that bad actually. And those crayons were friggin' small for his big hands! It wasn't fair! He could have done a better job with a pencil crayon!
"Most likely not," he mused quietly to himself, as he reached his door. He twisted the knob open and walked into the messy room. This time, he closed the door behind himself.
2D pretty much danced his way over to his bed, as he looked at the coloured picture. He smiled, as he collapsed on his mattress. It looked really nice.
He wanted to put it on his wall, but that wasn't going to happen. Russel or Murdoc could come in and see it. That wouldn't be good. And besides, 2D didn't have any tape nor any nails.
Stuart stored the picture away in his bed side table. He wanted it to stay in the best condition ever.
2D then searched through his things until he found his pyjamas. He quickly changed and then jumped onto his bed.
His pillow was still bloody. 2D narrowed his eyes at the dried blood and then he flipped the pillow. He smiled again, falling onto his back.
2D reached over and pulled the picture of him and Noodle back out of the drawer. He slammed it shut afterwards.
2D beamed at the picture. He held it close to his chest. It made him feel happy. It was kind of like having Noodle right in the room with him but... er – on paper. And she couldn't talk either.
He laughed out loud. 2D reached over and shut off his bedside lamp. His room was engulfed in darkness.
Usually 2D would have been a little frightened since he couldn't see anything, but, he was fine this time. And for once – he was actually feeling tired.
He kept the drawing close to his heart and a few moments later he was fast asleep.
XXX
"I can't believe you actually read Rise of th' Ogre!" 2D laughed at Noodle, as they walked into the kitchen.
He watched her walk in after himself and she laughed too. "It was too tempting, 2D-san," she giggled.
2D's eyes trailed away from the guitarist and he spotted another person in the kitchen, sitting at the table. It was the Satanist.
Murdoc ignored them. Or at least he was trying. The bassist fiddled with his inverted cross necklace. 2D narrowed his eyes, as he could tell that Murdoc was shunning them or – just him.
The Satanist looked really tired.
"He mustn't have slept," 2D thought to himself. He wondered why though. It must have been their argument. There was no other excuse.
Murdoc sighed and looked up at the singer. Mismatched eyes met dark ones. Murdoc's lips pulled up into a snarl. He stood up, slammed the chair in and walked towards 2D.
"Mornin' Noodle," he grumbled and then shoved passed 2D, mumbling incoherently as he left the kitchen.
2D rubbed the back of his head and slowly turned around, looking into the corridor.
"It is definitely your fault, 2D," Noodle murmured.
His head quickly moved to look at Noodle. He then nodded. "I know."
"Maybe it is something you did," Noodle whispered, moving away from 2D. She walked over to the counter and leaped up onto it. "Did you do or say something wrong to him?" Noodle asked, as she opened a cupboard.
"Other than wot I usually say an' do – I don't fink so..." he murmured, watching her pull out a box of cereal. She moved over to the next cupboard and pulled out two bowls and two spoons.
"It's really weird..." she said, jumping off of the counter. Noodle brought the bowls and things over to the table and she set them down. "I mean..." She leaned against the table, looking up at 2D. "...he just completely snubbed you."
"I know."
"He didn't even say hello. Only to me."
"I know."
"Hmm..."
Noodle rubbed her chin as she walked over to the fridge. She opened the door. The guitarist grabbed the milk, brought it over to the table and slammed it down, making 2D jump.
"Aha!" she exclaimed.
"Wot? Wot is it?" he asked breathlessly.
"It might be possibility that you are not doing something."
"Wot does that mean?"
"Maybe – you're not doing what he wants. Maybe Murdoc-san wants something from you but you aren't giving it."
"I don't know wot 'e wants though!" 2D exclaimed, walking over to the kitchen table.
"Talk to him again, 2D. You know that is the only way to find out what he wants."
"...Fine. I will try an' talk to 'im again. If 'e don' wanna, I'll wait a bit," 2D replied.
"Good idea. Now let's eat," she smiled.
2D nodded and the two of them sat down at the same time.
Noodle poured 2D a bowl of cereal and added the milk to it too. She pushed the bowl across the table and 2D caught it. She also handed him a spoon.
"So, when are you going to talk to him?" she asked, pouring her own bowl of cereal.
"Maybe today. Or tonigh' fer sure," 2D mumbled, shoving down a mouthful of cereal.
"Good. Then you two can figure out the problem," Noodle smiled.
2D nodded. "The sooner the betta."
XXX
"Oi! Murdoc!" 2D called, walking into the ground floor lobby.
The Satanist was sitting on the couch, watching the animal channel. Well... not technically watching – he was more so staring blankly and thinking at the same time.
"Murdoc?" 2D reached the couch and Murdoc stood up. He turned around and glared madly at the singer. He growled, then stormed into the corridor leading to the car lot. 2D looked blankly at the closed door and then bared his teeth.
"Why the 'Ell do yew keep walkin' away from me?!" 2D hollered at the door.
It then slowly opened and he flinched, expecting a pissed off Murdoc to come out but it was only little Noodle. He sighed, feeling a little relieved. He leaned back against the couch, looking at the ceiling, then closing his eyes.
"2D-san? Are you afraid? Did Murdoc say something to you?" she asked, rushing to his side.
2D shook his head, holding his hair. He slid down the back of the couch and covered his face.
"I thought yew were Murdoc," he muttered, shaking his head again.
"He went back to his Winnebago," she murmured, kneeling beside him.
"I thought 'e woz gonna come back an' 'it me," 2D cried.
"Why? Did you do something wrong?" she asked worriedly.
"I jus' yelled but 'e didn't hear me. Did yew?" he asked, looking at her with tense eyes.
She shook her head slightly. She cupped his face with her hands. "Are you okay?" Noodle asked softly.
He nodded and she kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Want to go into town today?" she asked softly, still holding his face.
"Today?" he asked breathlessly. Her kiss threw him off a bit.
She giggled. "That is what I said, isn't it? And it might be good for you. Take your mind off of the problems in Kong. You could figure them out later, you know."
He nodded slightly.
"So, I will grab us some money and the keys?" she asked, smiling widely.
He nodded, smiling back.
Noodle stood and then helped 2D up. She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.
He laughed sheepishly. "Er – I can't drive."
Noodle furrowed her eyebrows, then she smiled. "I know. That is why I will be driving."
"Oh awright, Noodle-girl. I'll wait 'ere then – 'kay?"
She nodded and scurried away.
2D smiled widely, leaning back against the couch. He looked up at the ceiling and started whistling 'Rock the House'.
He heard a door open behind him, expecting the little guitarist, but it was the tired-looking drummer.
"Why do ya look so down in the dumps, Russ?" 2D chirped.
"Didn't sleep too well..." Russel grumbled, scratching the back of his bald head. "Why do ya look so happy?"
"Oh... me an' Noods are goin' out ta town fer the day," 2D replied, smiling slightly.
Russel's milky eyes narrowed. "Take good care of her. Or yer getting' a beatin' if she comes back hurt."
"She's in good 'ands, Russ," 2D said calmly.
"Wit chu? She'll be lucky ta come back in one piece," Russel muttered, heading for the elevator.
"Woteva. You'll see 'er come back fine," 2D murmured.
Russel nodded slightly and the elevator doors opened. He mumbled a, "See ya later" and the doors closed.
"Ready, 2D-san?"
2D jumped, looking to his right.
"Holy shit Noods! I mean – crap! Sorry!"
"It's fine," she laughed. "Words slip."
"Yeah," he heaved. "Yew scared me."
"I must have," she laughed again. "So are we going now 2D-san?"
"Yeah," he repeated.
She smiled at him before heading to the doors. "You first?" she beamed, holding the door open. He smiled, shrugging playfully.
"Me firs' why?"
"Because you are a girly-man."
"I've 'eard tha' before. Dunno wot it means though, since I don't act like no girl," 2D laughed. "S' my looks?"
"Your skinny jeans and pink t-shirt fit you perfect, 2D-san."
He smiled widely. "Thanks Noods."
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