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Two days had passed since we brought Stacie back from the hospital. I woke to find Stacie huddled into me and still asleep. I pulled her closer to me. She looked so young and innocent just lying there. Her fringe was out of her face so you could see her features. Her lips formed into a small smile, which made me curious as to what she was dreaming about. She had smudged black make up around her eyes. You wouldn't know she was twenty unless she tells you, she looks about 16.

I just spent about ten minutes staring at her in her sleeping slumber, until she stirred and slowly woke. Her eyelashes fluttered open as she slowly revealed her lilac eyes. She looked up at me and her smile grew wider. "Mornim'." She mumbled.

I smiled at her. "Mownin'." I whispered back. I then leaned in a kissed her on the lips.

She stayed smiling when I looked at her; she then hid her face in the pillows and held onto me.

"Are you no' gonna ge' up?" I asked, knowing the answer.

She shook her head. "Nope." She mumbled into the mattress.

I shrugged. "Well, I'm goin' ta ge' up." I slightly moved away, but Stacie's grip grew stronger on me.

"No. You're stayin' 'ere." She mumbled. "I'm still tired."

I sighed. "Fine."

I pulled her closer to me and kissed the back of her head. She turned around and kissed me on the lips again.

We stared at each other for a moment, until I spoke. "Wha' was you dreamin' 'bout?"

She licked her lips and put on a thinking face. "You." She sighed out.

I kissed her forehead. "I 'ad a dream abou' you, bu' you 'ah blue hair and I 'ad black hair."

She threw her head back and laughed. "Wha' did I look li'e?"

"Well...you still looked beau'iful." I gave her another kiss on the lips.

She licked her lips again. "Bu' im no' beau'iful."

"Well, I fink you are."

She shook her head. "Why?"

I wanted to say the reason was because I loved her, even thought she was gorgeous, but I wouldn't know how she would react. What if she didn't love me back? What if she just liked me and wasn't that far in the relationship? "Because I fink you are... an' so does everyone else." That is what I settled with.

She rolled her eyes. "Wha'eva." She mumbled. She sat up. "We can ge' up now."


We were sitting down watching the football. Stacie was sitting on the edge of her seat shouting at the television. I told her to calm down, because she told me it was just a friendly match, so it wouldn't mean anything, but she said that it doesn't matter, it's still a football match.

"NO!" she shouted at the screen, when it showed a missed goal. She had been sitting quietly for the most time now, so into the kicking of a ball. "YOU STUPID HENRY! THERE'S A REASON WHY YOU'RE IN ARS'NAL! YOU DON' SHOO' WITH THE OU'SIDE OF YOR FOOT!" she then threw herself back into the sofa and crossed her arms, cursing under her breath. Who would have thought that a simple football match would unleash a beast?

Murdoc hung up on the conversation he had on the phone. "WILL YOU SHUT UP! IT'S JUST A FUCKIN' FOOTBALL MATCH! YOU'RE WORSE THAN FACE ACHE OVER THERE WITH HIS ANNOYING FACE! I'M TRYING TO CALL AROUND FOR SOMEONE TO FIX MY 'WINNE'!"

Stacie stood up. "SHU' UP MURDOC! YOU'RE ONE WHO CALLED 'IM BEAUTIFUL TWO NIGH'S AGO! AN' I CAN SEE 'OW YOUR 'WINNE'S' FUCKED UP! THE ROCKIN' AN' SQUEEKIN' OF YOUR 'LOVE SHACK ON WHEELS' KEP' ME AWAKE ALL NIGH'!

I rubbed my head, feeling a migraine coming on. "I fink I'm gonna go lie down." I mumbled. I slowly got up and walked out the room.


Stacie POV

I sat down quietly watching the football. I gave up on shouting at Murdoc when he started talking gibberish (or maybe that's what I heard). I found myself growing bored of the football, because nothing really was happening. I turned to Murdoc. "Wha's wrong with it?"

Murdoc looked up from the phonebook he was looking at. "Hmm?"

"Your Winnebago, wha's wrong with it?"

He shrugged and waved his arms lazily in the air. "How should I know? Ev'ry time I try to start it, it sounds like it's about to start, but then it just dies." He moaned.

I rolled my eyes. "'Ave you checked the engine?"

He threw the phone book in my direction, but it was a pretty pathetic throw, so it didn't get to me. "Why should I 'ave to do that? I'm the founder and heart of the band Gorillaz! The last thing I should be doing is fixing my own wheels!"

I sighed and stood up. "Le' me 'ave a look at it."

As I was walking towards the door, Murdoc jumped in front of me. "Oh no you don't." He said, with his index finger pointing at me. "I don' want no tramp like you with no idea what they're doin' anywhere near my bedroom."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Murdoc, they're in your bedroom almos' ev'ry nigh'."

He folded his arms. "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting nofink! I'm offerin' ta fix your shi' on wheels! An' believe me; I'm the furfes'[furthest] fing from a tramp who knows 'ow ta fix a car!"

"How d'you know how to fix an engine?" he asked, squinting his eyes at me.

"I took a mechanics course ev'ry Thursday afta school ta ge' ou' of the 'ouse. I also worked in a garage on weekends ta ge' ou' of the 'ouse. Did I pass boss?" I asked sarcastically, even though that was all true.

Murdoc uncrossed his arms and turned around. "At least I won' 'ave to pay." He mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and followed Murdoc into the hallway.


"Murdoc, pulled this fing ou', please." I called over my shoulder. I was looking into the engine, and then noticed something pink buried somewhere in it.

"No! Do it yourself." He said. He was just standing there starring at me, doing absolutely nothing.

"Murdoc. I will leave your shi' like this or you can 'elp me."

Murdoc heavily sighed and walked towards me. "Fine." He sighed out. "Wha' is it?"

I pointed to the big black thing which I couldn't remember the name off. "That. You need to hold tha' down and pull it."

Murdoc struggled to pull it out, but eventually did. I looked in the engine again and could see the pink thing more clearly. It was fluffy and had black oil prints on it. I had an idea of what it was. I was wearing disposable gloves, so I reached into the space and pulled at the pink thing. It felt soft through the thin plastic excuse of gloves. I pulled the thing out, noticing it was stretchy, so it sprung up out from the engine.

I stared at the pink thong hanging on my figure. I wasn't surprised as to what I found. I waved the pink material around in Murdoc's face.

He snatched it out of my hand and put it in his pocket. He frowned at me. "Shut up." He said.

"I didn' say anyfink." Was my response.

"Yeah, bu' you was about to." He folded his arms.

I shook my head. "Me? Never... bu' since you mentioned it, someone's missin 'er underwear." I snorted from holding in my laughter.

"Oh, shut up."

I burst out laughing. I walked over and stood in front of him. "So, who was she then, Murdoc? Anyone special? Or jus' some tramp who go' into your bedroom and didn' know wha' she was doin'?" I burst into laughter again.

Murdoc rolled his eyes and didn't answer me.

I rolled my eyes and picked up part of the engine. I felt a shock of pain and halted. I slowly bent down to put the box down and put my hand over my sore shoulder.

"'Ere Stace, I'll take that." Murdoc walked over to me and put his hand on my back. "You alrigh'?"

I nodded and stood up properly. "Yep." I sighed out. "Cheers."

Murdoc licked his lips. "It's alrigh'."

I was about to bend down again and pick up the box, but Murdoc grabbed my arms and roughly forced his lips onto mine. I didn't dare kiss him back. I tried to pull away from him, but his grip on me was too tight for me to move. I moaned as I tried to push him away, but Murdoc probably took that the wrong way so he didn't stop trying to kiss me. He traced his tongue on my lips, attempting to force it into my mouth. I kneed him wherever I could, which turned out to be his soft spot.

He pulled away and grabbed his crutch. "You little prick." He choked out.

"Fuck off, Murdoc! You're the prick! Why did you try it this time?" I shouted at him.

He stood up straight. "I'm sorry. She left early last night and stole my weed."

"Tha' doesn' matter Murdoc! It's your own faul' fo' sleepin' with a tramp! Jus' piss off Murdoc!" I turned around and walked towards 2D's room.

"Wha' abou' my 'Winne'?" Murdoc called.

"I don' give two shits!" I shouted over my shoulder.

I opened the door to 2D's room and slammed it when I was on the other side.

"Wha's wrong?" 2D asked from his bed. He was lying on it playing a gameboy (I think it was Noodle's).

"Tha' fuckin' man!" I shouted at 2D.

"Who Murdoc? Wha' abou' 'im?" he didn't look up from the game.

"Tha' shi' bag tried ta kiss me!" I shouted.


2D's POV

I knew where this was now going to end up. Murdoc always ended up with what he wanted. It happened with Paula before and every other girl I had been with. I put the game down on the bed, sat up and looked at Stacie. "Did you kiss 'im back?"

Stacie frowned at me. "Of course I didn't!" she walked over to me and sat beside me on the bed. "I fink 'e's repulsin' an' sick. D'you fink I would wanna kiss somefink li'e tha'?"

I shook my head. "No." I then hugged her tightly, but careful not to hurt her. I couldn't help but remember that those words were what Paula said to me... and then she went off and cheated on me with Murdoc the next day - in a toilet!


Wow. I actually updated! Yay me! Oh, I don't think I want Murdoc to really like Stacie in a fancy way, he is just a full on sex addict! Anyways, I started school 2 weeks ago and I haven't revised for my French writing test, instead I'm writing this :L I'm losing my grades for you! Be grateful! ...and review...

I'm going totally off topic here, but who has been watching Must be the Music on Sky 1? I don't know if it's in any other countries, but I know it's here in England. I am absolutely in love with Missing Andy! They are sooooooo good! Type them up on Youtube. Proper Mod looking. Tell me if you agree with me that the front man is gorgeous. WOW!

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