Hi there! Here is most likely my last update before school starts again. :) I've been awful busy since August 14th, my last update. It was my birthday; I've been around and I also got to fly a plane! Haha, if you don't believe me, you can check my DeviantART profile and see me there! It's not photoshopped, believe me. :D Also, this chapter is not very long, but I hope you like it! I also got tickets for a Gorillaz concert in Detroit, right near my home town in Canada! Are any of you seeing Gorillaz this world tour? I hope you do; it looks wonderful from all the videos and pictures I've seen so far!

"Y'know, I'm not as dumb as Russ," 2D grumbled offhandedly.

"You're dumber, 2D. Get 'at in your small head," I retorted, looking away from the large flat screen TVs.

It was later in the night now and 2D invited me down into his room to watch a zombie film with him. He seemed rather... lonely? And all of a sudden too? It was obviously because of Noodle. I thought that vacant head of his would keep him busy on those "lonely periods".

I kept watching him closely. He was still viewing his TV screens, clearly trying to ignore me. He then looked down, bit his lip and sighed through his nose.

"M' not as o-oblivious – oblivious, right?" he asked, looking to me now.

I nodded, rolling my eyes at his stupidity. "Yes, it is."

"I'm not as oblivious as him, aw'right?" he stated, glaring me right down in the eye.

I remained calm under his blank stare. "Er... oblivious of what, may I ask?"

"You an' Noods are up t' summfin'," he said lowly, pointing a finger at me. "I can tell."

"Sure. Why not."

"Wot? Yer agreein'?" His voice sounded completely shocked.

"Of course... not," I said, snickering. "You gotta pay more attention t' when I'm bein' sarcastic, face-ache."

He grumbled a few things I didn't catch. Personally, I didn't really care what he had to say.

"I feel s' unfair," he moaned, being very sad. Was he going to cry? "I don't know wot's goin' on. Tha's wot. Noods used t' tell me everyfin', but now..." He held his own hands tightly. He looked down at them too. "I f'ink you took my part."

"We've never changed rolls, dullard. It's still an' always will be the same," I growled back.

He suddenly changed the subject. "She came back from Hell an' well, she woz quiet. It bugged me. Didja ever figure out wot 'appened to 'er?"

"She – she... I have not a clue, actually. I think she was just scarred. She was probably outta place there and felt lost. And she missed us loads too," I mumbled, leaning back onto his bed, resting my hands under my head.

He turned more to the side so that he could still see my face.

"An' then she locked herself in 'er room fer 'at month," he moaned, turning his head to see the ceiling. "A-and then she came out barely talking' t' me since..."

"Well, same he–"

"Don't bother lying."

"Fine, whatever. You can believe what ya want," I replied lowly.

"I will," he said back, his tone sounding 'scary'.

"Maybe you could just stop accusin' me of doing things with lil' Noodle. I'm just tryin' to relax. I've only gotten back from Hell a couple of months ago and you're rather buggin' the shit outta me. I just wanted peace, 2D and with you around, I'm personally not getting any."

"I'm sorry," he said softly, in slightly gloomy manner. He shook his head and pursed his lips. "I'm just – I'm so s-sorry..." And then tears were on the verge of falling from his eyes. "Murdoc, I t-try an' – an'–" He started sobbing. He hunched forwards and hid his face in his hands.

I shot up quickly and just started at him. I waited, and then realised that he was kind of easy to upset. I guess I could see why though. I mean, he was super emotionally fragile. It was partly my fault too. I could never tell him sorry though because I didn't really feel it and second, if I did want to say sorry, it'd be too hard for me to do. To him, especially.

I suddenly felt him grab my shirt and yank me toward him. He hid his face in my chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

Soooooooo...

Punch him in the fucking face?

Or...

Hug him back?

Hugging can be nice... but that's only with Noodle. And now I sound like I'm going soft. Well, that was Noodle's fault. I mean, there can be a soft side in everyone... but oh no, no, no, there isn't one in me.

...

Okay. Maybe I just lied a little. I just hugged him back. Man hug. Nothing weird about that.

How long had I known 2D again? About eleven, twelve years, right? Wow. That's kind of long. I can't even believe he's stood me for this long. Why doesn't he just say he hates me and leave? Why doesn't he just leave?

We pulled away from each other at the same time. All we did was stare into each other's eyes. Even though his eyes were completely black, all you could see was emotion in them. It was weird and cool. I found it extremely interesting. All the same though, I couldn't believe that I did that to him. I couldn't.

His mouth pulled up into a sad smile while tears still ran down his face. He looked away from my eyes, his floating up to the TV screens, then back at me. His thumb then pointed over his shoulder, up at them.

"Are we finishin' it?" he whispered.

His face was glowing from the light of the screens and he looked a lot like a ghost.

"Er... no," I finally answered. "I'm sorta tired. Sorry."

"Nah, s' okay. If ya aren't too tired, you can aw'ways come back lat'eh!"

I laughed, standing from his bed and stretching. "Maybe, but probably not."

He chuckled, getting off of his bed as well. "Stupid suggestion," he murmured, moving over to his bedside table. He turned on the lamp.

I blinked a few times, trying to get rid of my temporary blindness. "No, not at all," I replied. I raised my eyebrows at him while watching him grabbing the remote off of the bed. He turned the power off of the DVD Player and his TVs too.

I turned away and began toward the door. "Well, good night, Stu," I called over my shoulder.

"'Night!" he squeaked from behind me. "Have a good night!"

I pulled a 180 and looked back at him again. He wore a very awkward expression while slightly waving at me. I laughed and left from the room, closing the door quietly behind myself. Beginning my way up the stairs, I smiled, shook my head and made my way to my Winnebago.

X X X

I kind of felt awkward after I left 2D's room. For some reason, I kept thinking that he did know that Noodle and I were together. But! He did only say that he knew we were up to something. So, she and I could be planning on killing him, for all he knows!

The phone rang a few times and he finally picked up.

"Hu-hello?" he answered lowly.

"Damon, it's Murdoc," I replied. "Thank God you picked up."

"Who's this a-again?" he mumbled, and yawned loudly into the earpiece.

"Murdoc, I said," I grumbled, sighing loudly. I fell onto my back on my bed and closed my eyes, waiting silently for his belated answer.

"Oh? Oh! Hi!" he said quickly. "Sorry for not following!"

I chuckled, looking at my clock. "Gonna complain about th' time now?"

"Nah," he said softly. I was guessing that he was smiling now. It seemed like a Damon-like moment to smile. "Can't. I'm here to help you when you need it. So what's up?"

"I can't believe you," I snickered, shaking my head.

He chuckled on the other end. "So what's bugging ya to call me this late?"

"Well, remember... that girl?" I asked lowly.

"Yes, I do. Is something wrong?" he asked back.

"Is-is Jamie there?" I murmured.

"This is confidential. This is between me and you. He won't be told anythin'."

I grinned. "That's why I called you, see, I can trust you. At least I have one to confide in."

"Anytime. I like listening," he replied.

"Thank you," I sighed out happily. "So, the girl... yeah, we're good."

"Good," he replied sweetly. I could tell he was happy for me again.

"But... I think 2D might already know..." I trailed off, squeezing my eyes shut in an annoyed manner.

"Well, that's really peculiar," he mumbled back. "2D? Really?"

"Yes."

"Usually Russel is the one t' catch on first," he mumbled back in amusement.

"I know, that's why I'm slightly confused."

"Well, in his own way, he is smart."

"Don't make me piss in my pants," I laughed.

"You're wearing trousers?" he said while chuckling. "I'm kiddin'! But, as I was saying about 2D, I'm very serious. In his own way, he's kind of, sort of smart. I believe he can catch on t' things easy if he really wanted t' pay attention. He may see gone half the time, but I believe he can be paying more attention than you think."

I covered my face with my hand and pulled it down.

"Ugh, y'know, you are smart," I retorted sickly.

"Ta," he said, probably grinning to himself.

"Though that, sometimes the truth kills. I've never thought of 2D in that way," I muttered quietly.

Damon pulled in a painful breath, waiting for my next call.

"I just wish that he was completely brain-dead so that he wouldn't catch on t' anythin'!" I growled angrily, closing my eyes again in a frustrated manner.

"Don't say that, Murdoc, 'cos it's not true," Damon murmured, probably pursing his lips.

"I know it isn't, but the relationship is workin' out really well without the others knowin'," I mumbled, in a defeated fashion. My heart ached uneasily. Them finding out was inevitable anyway.

"Did you already try 'n' tell him it's not what he thinks it is?" he asked.

"Yes, 'course I did. I don't think he believes me; it's like he's determined to find out it's true."

"Only suggestion I got as of right now is to wait it out. Maybe he'll forget, knowing Stuart. If you and your gal are quiet about it, doubt he'll say a thing more. So just wait an' be calm around him an' he might never say anything again."

"You have amazing advice, y'know," I snickered.

"Thank you." He was definitely smiling now. "I appreciate it. And I don't want to share the wrong advice, now do I?"

I chuckled. "Never!"

"So anythin' else, Murdoc?"

"Thank you again," I said softly. "You've been great to me. You've been great to us!"

He didn't say anything, just a small hum. He was probably still smiling in that goofy smile of his. After a moment of silence, I spoke again.

"Well, thanks for being patient with me too. And bigger thanks for pickin' up your phone at all."

"Ah, no biggie," he replied, "I usually leave it on in case of one of ya over there call me. Only you guys call me later in the night." He chuckled. "Not that it's really a problem. S' just kind of unexpected – sort of."

"And sorry for waking you," I added on.

"Like I said, no biggie."

I grinned widely. "You're awesome."

"I know," Damon mused. "But, is this good night, then?"

"Yeah," I replied, laughing softly. I didn't want my voice carrying down to 2D's room. "G'night Damon, thanks again."

"No problem!"

And then I heard dial tone. I smiled and shut my phone, setting it down on the side table beside me. Closing my eyes tightly, I sighed, resting my hands on my stomach.

Damon Albarn was one great, amazing man. No doubt in that.

Updated: August 30th, 2010

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