AN: I was inspired to write this after I read somewhere that Noodle liked drinking lots of vodka and the MTV cribs episode when she attacked Murdoc for entering her room. I also think the story is a bit suiting since when you grow up around something, you are more likely to participate in it when you grow up. Enjoy this story of an angsty teenage Noodle getting in trouble.

Phase 2:

"Where is that girl!?", Russel yelled. He had searched the house for an hour looking for the youngest Gorilla. It was nearly ten in the night and Noodle hadn't been seen since dinner at five. They had hesitantly checked her room and pretty much every other room in the house.

"I dunno Russ, it's startin' to get me worried. She usually tells us when she's gonna go out", 2-D answered with confusion. The trio of men had been sitting out in the living room waiting for Noodle to return home.

Russel sighed before punching a wall. "She is supposed to be grounded! That girl is getting more and more defiant and I can't stand it!". It was true. The fourteen year old had become like any other teen. She had been putting on eyeshadow, hanging out with friends, and getting into lots of arguments. Noodle was currently grounded for being caught having a package of cigarettes in her black backpack.

"It's not mine!", she had yelled.

"Then who's is it!", Russel had yelled back.

"None of your business!", Noodle argued. She looked up at her father figure before crossing her arms.

"That's it! You're grounded! I'm tired of your antics!".

"You're a hypocrite! You all smoke!", Noodle accused before storming to her room. A string of Japanesse was heard before a slamming door.

"Man, I'm just worried about her. I know she's a teenager, and she's just doing what teenagers do, but it ain't pleasant to be around", Russel sighed after losing his anger. "Now I know what my mom felt like", he laughed bitterly.

Murdoc, who was reading the paper, grunted. "I say we let the little hyena do what she wants. The tighter leash you put her on, the more the dog's gonna pull", Murdoc stated. Russel rolled his eyes.

"What if she's out smoking?", he asked Murdoc.

"Good for her, the pack of smokes was probably hers anyway."

"What if she's shopliftin' ", 2-D asked.

"It'd be about time she starts crime", Murdoc replied not looking up from his paper.

"What if she's doing drugs?", Russel added.

"Eh, everyone experiments."

"What if… she got a boyfriend?".

"A BOYFRIEND?", Murdoc yelled. "No, no way is she getting a boyfriend. I will not let it happen! I will not let any scumbag touch my Noodle in any sort of perverted way! Shit! What if they're fucking right now! We're gonna get in the car and drive all over town until we find that girl-"

Murdoc was interrupted by the door creaking open. A small eye peered in the room before backing away a few feet. "Shit", a female voice cursed before going silent.

"Noodle! We know you're out there! Get your ass in here!", Murdoc yelled.

Noodle hesitantly entered the room. She was in some oversized grey sweatshirt and her shaggy hair was in two messy buns on her head. Blue eyeshadow could be seen in between her bangs. Noodle slouched, making herself seem even shorter and timid. She knew she was in trouble.

Russel had stepped forward to the girl, about to lecture her before Murdoc started shouting. "Where the fuck have you been!", he hollared. Noodle quivered. She was used to Russel yelling at her in a fatherly way, but never Murdoc.

"I was at the- the"

"Don't lie!", Murdoc snarled.

"I... was at my friends house".

"Was there drinking going on?"

"Uh… yes-"

"Were there any boys!?".

"Yes… but-"

"Shit! She's probably already pregnant!"

"Shut up, Murdoc!", Russel had finally had enough of Murdoc's tangent. He could see the fear in Noodle's eyes, even if they were partially hidden by bangs. "Noodle", Russel calmly started, "Sit down."

Noodle silently took a seat on the couch next to 2-D. Russel pulled up a chair in front of the girl. He stared at her a few seconds before speaking. "Alright. Here is the deal, Noodle. I'm going to ask you some questions. If you answer all them without lying, you'll be ungrounded. Simple as that. Don't try to lie, I can see right through you. Got it?". Noodle nooded. "Alright, where you drinking?"

Noodle shifted uncomfortably. "A little bit".

"I can tell, you smell like vodka. Next question, how many people were at this friend's house".

"Only five, including me", the girl responded softly.

"How many of them were boys?".

Noodle shifted again. "Three. Me and one of the guy's girlfriends were the only girls".

Russel didn't like were this was going. "Are you in a relationship with any of these boys there? And give me any 'friendship' bullshit. You know what I mean."

Noodle brushed a bang out of her eye. "Umm…"

"Noodle!".

"Fine. Yes, one of them his my… boyfriend".

Hearing this Murdoc lost his shit again. He shot out of his chair. He threw is newspaper down before yelling "I knew she was pregnant! I knew her and that boy were fucking!".

"I'm not pregnant!", Noodle yelled. "You're such a hypocrite, Murdoc! You sleep with more women than I can count and you're fine with it, but the second I get a boyfirend-"

"Shut up!", 2-D yelled. Everyone kinda forgot he was there. "We're grown adults here, well, except for you Noods. But, my point is we ought to talk like adults."

"Right", Russel said before starting up is questionnaire again. "Did you take any… drugs…"

"No".

"Alright, anyone else wanna ask Noodle anything before she is un-grounded?", Russel asked. 2-D shook his head, but Murdoc stepped up gladly.

"Has this boyfriend kissed you? Because, we're gonna have some issues".

At this Noodle finally lost it. She was tired of being treated like everything she did was such a huge scandal when she knew quite well that her male counterparts were up to much worse at her age. The sense of abandonment from the L.A. days still lingered and Noodle felt confused why the boys were so concerned with what she did now when they used to let her fend for herself. She had even lived in Japan alone for a year, and they still didn't realize she didn't need them.

"This isn't twenty questions! I'm not selling my privacy to be ungrounded! You can't ground me. You can't just tell me what to do! I've been living alone for a year, even more if we're counting the time in L.A. when all you did was sleep all day, party all night! I'm sick of this bullshit!", Noodle yelled. She was sobbing at the end of it and rushed to her room.

The boys were dumbfounded. They never knew that there was still some harsh feelings towards them that Noodle held. The boys always assumed that the young girl hadn't had the slightest clue over what was going on, especially since at the time she was monolingual. They hadn't meant to leave an emotional scar on her, but they unknowingly did. Now, she seemed out of control.

"Damn it, Muds. Why did you have to ask her such a personal question?", Russel asked Murdoc, although it seemed like he was talking to himself. He sighed. The one word Noodle used more than anything, maybe even her own native language, was "hypocrite". Russel supposed it was true. Nothing she was doing now wasn't anything the boys hadn't previously done.

2-D signed. Noodle was like a sister to him, they were the youngest of the band. Noodle's maturity and 2-D immaturity somehow meet in the middle and the two were able to bond easily. 2-D felt some guilt. He hadn't known her hurt Noodle that badly. He stood up from his seat on the couch. "I fink I'm gonna talk to her,'' he said before leaving the room.

2-D slowly walked up to Noodle's room. He saw her door and hesitantly knocked. Sometimes when you knocked on Noodle's door, you would get a soft "come in", other times it would be "Go away!". There were a few seconds before 2-D heard some foot steps. The door swung open to reveal Noodle in her black pajamas.

"What?", she asked a bit passively aggressively. She had taken off her makeup and brushed out her hair. Her face was no longer puffy and red but it went back to her pale yellowish skin. You couldn't tell she had been crying if you looked at her now.

2-D ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I'm real sorry about what happened down there. We were just worried 'bout you 'cause we knew you had snuck out. Russ was real worried, and so was I. Murdoc wasn't that worried until Russel started talkin' 'bout boys. Then he really flipped his shit. Anyways, I'm real sorry about what went down. Murdoc was bein' a real prick. I'm also sorry for how we all acted durin' the L.A. days. I don't fink we thought you knew what was goin' on. An' now we know that we hurt you, I wanna make up for it, 'cause, you know, you're like me sister. So, you uh, ever need someone to talk to, you could maybe talk to me", 2-D finished his jumbled thoughts. 2-D never really was one to talk, but he'd have to give it a shot for Noodle.

"It's okay, Toochi. It's not really you I'm mad at. It's mainly just Russel and Murdoc. Especially Murdoc. I know Russel is just trying to protect me, but Murdco is being an asshole. He's only concerned with me having a boyfriend because he treats his women so poorly. Not everyone is like him. Anyway, thanks, 2-D", Noodle said.

2-D looked at his watch. It was almost eleven. "Hey, it's not even that late!", he exclaimed. "You wanna do somfing, Noods? Maybe play video games or watch a movie while eating ice cream?. I Fink I bought some chocolate."

Noodle smiled. At least she had 2-D. "Sure".

An: That turned out to be a bit depressing. Sorry, maybe I'm just incapable of writing anything that's not dark or angst, or stuff like that. But, I really do think that Noodle would have a bit of a defiant phase when she was a teen. I love reading fics about teen Noodle just being a normal teen in between recording or touring and stuff like that. It really just shows that she is just a teenager during phase 2. Oh yeah, I know that Noodle was very grungy and androdginous looking during phase 2, but there are some pictures of her and the rest of the band where she is wearing makeup or a skirt. Maybe next chapter will be about Noodle hanging out with the kids from this story.