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"Oh no.." Noodle breathed, looking out the window.
"What is it, Noods?" Russel asked curiously, then gasping as he looked out of the window as well.
"I think I may have taken things a tad too far.." the young girl muttered as they both stared at the sea of journalists and fans coming towards them.
"What did you do?" Russel exclaimed, quickly drawing the curtains.
"I put a post up on our website that today anyone who wanted to speak to 2D and Murdoc could come without arrangement. Perhaps I should have restricted it to a certain number," Noodle muttered.
Russel looked at her in despair. "Why would you do that?"
Noodle shrugged. "2D and Murdoc are always so unserious with interviews, I wanted to give them a fright. No wonder there are so many people, I don't think they have given one decent answer."
The drummer stared at her in disbelief.
"We should go warn them," the guitarist then said after a pause.
"Good idea."
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Russel and Noodle both flinched.
"Don't open the door!" Noodle yelled, running towards Murdoc.
She rushed by the confused bassist, slamming the door shut.
"What is all this?" he exclaimed.
The guitarist scratched her head sheepishly. "Erm.. well I kind of told everyone that they could come and speak to you today."
Murdoc raised his eyebrows. "Why the fuck would you go and do that-?!"
"Not important! Come on, we have to go get 2D and get you two out of here," Noodle interrupted, leading the way to the singer's room.
The three band members entered the room, encountering a sleeping 2D. Russel carefully approached the sleeping singer, before being shoved aside by Murdoc. The latter roughly shook 2D awake.
"Wha-?" 2D spluttered, jolting upwards.
"Get your arse out of bed," the bassist growled.
When 2D failed to react, Murdoc grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of bed. He was only in his underwear, and Murdoc cursed and threw a pair of jeans at him.
"What's going on?" 2D asked nervously, more awake now.
"Take a look out of the window. And make it quick, they're about to start banging on the doors," Murdoc muttered, grabbing 2D's coat.
"Zombies?!" 2D shrieked, running to his window.
His shoulders sagged with disappointment. "Oh, it's just people.. why are there so many people there?"
"I'll explain later. Where are your car keys?" Murdoc asked, annoyed.
"Why do we need my.." 2D trailed off, scratching his head.
The bassist rolled his eyes. "Dullard, you know how bad it can get when fans go crazy. Remember last time you and Noodle ended up in hospital?"
2D nodded slowly. "My keys are in my jacket pocket. What about you?" he turned to Noodle and Russel.
Russel looked at the guitarist sternly, who sighed. "I guess I'll have to fix this. Go on, we'll call you when it's safe again. Leave through the back door, mind you."
"We know, thanks," Murdoc said irritably.
2D pulled his jacket on and they went to the back door. They glanced back at their other band members.
"Cheers. And I'm not forgetting this, Noodle," Murdoc growled.
"Bye!" 2D gave a little wave before being shoved through the door by Murdoc.
They ran to 2D's car before they could be spotted, jumping inside, Murdoc at the wheel. He sped away, driving so fast 2D's nails were digging in his seat.
"Where are we going?" he managed to ask nervously.
Murdoc shrugged, now speeding along the highway. "As long as we've got gas, we'll keep on driving. Not in the mood to be home anytime soon anyway."
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"I fucking hate you."
"I'm sorry! I thought there was more gas in there.. I wasn't paying attention," 2D mumbled apologetically.
"Wonderful. Now we're stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere, and it's pouring with rain," Murdoc snapped.
"Well why didn't you check if there was gas in there? And you could have driven us past a petrol station.." 2D trailed off at the vicious glare Murdoc was giving him.
They stayed in silence for a few moments, looking moodily out of their windows. They were on a long stretch of road, surrounded by a grass field which was now quickly turning into a mud pool.
"Now what?" 2D asked quietly.
Murdoc sighed, running his hands through his hair. "You didn't bring your phone, did you?"
"Shit. Noodle said they'd call when everyone was gone.. what about you?"
Murdoc shook his head. They sat in silence for a while more. Suddenly, 2D unbuckled his seat belt.
"The fuck are you doing?" the bassist asked, frowning at him.
"I'm going to find my way home," he answered simply, opening the door and letting in a stream of cold rain.
"Are you retarded? It's pouring! We're fucking miles away from home, too," Murdoc exclaimed in disbelief.
"Well what else am I supposed to do?" 2D said, annoyed, putting up his hood and stepping out of the car.
"Dullard!" Murdoc yelled, but 2D slammed the door shut, dug his hands into his pockets and started walking.
The bassist let out a long string of profanities, weighing out his options. He then let out a long groan. He jumped out of the car as well, locking it and running to catch up to 2D. The latter, who was already completely soaked, looked at Murdoc in surprise.
"As soon as we get into the closest town, we're using a payphone," the latter grumbled.
2D flashed him a bright grin, taking hold of the bassist's hand. The latter raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything and didn't let go.
An hour and a half later, they finally appeared to be in some small town. The streets were empty since it was getting pretty late. The street lamps were on, illuminating the otherwise dark streets. Murdoc grasped 2D's hand more firmly, leading him through the streets as the rain continued to pour. After another half hour they finally found a payphone. Relieved, the band members stepped into the little cubicle, finally having some shelter from the rain.
"You got any money?" Murdoc asked, wiping some rain from his brow.
2D nodded, digging his clammy hands into his coat pockets, then turning even paler than he already was.
"What? What is it?" Murdoc asked urgently.
"Fuck!" 2D yelled.
"You don't have any change, do you?" Murdoc groaned, banging his head against the glass wall.
2D shook his head, running his hands through his hair.
"What the fuck do we do now?" the bassist muttered, being too tired to be angry.
"I guess we could go with the original plan.." 2D mumbled.
"What, walk?"
The singer nodded. Murdoc was silent for a long time, until he finally uttered a short "Fine".
"I'm sorry, Murdoc," 2D said quietly, staring at the ground.
"Damn right you are," the bassist muttered, before glancing at 2D.
The latter was looking miserable, hunching up his shoulders and sticking his hands in his pockets. Murdoc sighed, grabbing one of 2D's shoulders.
"Look, mate. It's not your fault, ok? We were rushing, we both weren't thinking about these things."
When 2D still didn't look any better, the bassist grabbed 2D's face with his hands, pulling him towards him and giving the singer a kiss on his nose.
2D looked up, startled, and Murdoc grinned at him. "We done being in a huff now?"
The singer glared at him, trying to pull away, but Murdoc held him even tighter and kissed him deeply on the lips. 2D's resistance melted immediately as he kissed the bassist back feverishly.
"C'mon, you big pansy," Murdoc smirked, grabbing 2D's hand and pulling him back into the pouring rain.
As lightening struck, they paused.
"On second thought, let's hide somewhere until this shit stops," Murdoc muttered then, pulling 2D quickly away with him.
After about ten minutes they managed to find a little alleyway with a long roof sticking over the building, keeping most of the ground under it dry. They sat down there, curling up against one another. Murdoc opened his jacket, letting 2D sit on his lap, and wrapped the jacket around the singer as well as himself.
They stayed like that for the rest of the night, shivering slightly as the cold air still nipped at their skin.
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