Wish Upon A Star

Chapter Three

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"No!" Noodle woke up with a start, feeling tiny droplets of cold sweat dribble down the nape of her neck. It…It was just a bad dream.

Breathing quickly, Noodle scrunched up her eyes and slowed her breathing to long, quaky sighs. Satisfied with this change of pace, and pushing the scarlet covers of her futon off of her legs, she shakily stood up and started towards her en-suite, not noticing that she was suddenly much higher to the ceiling than normal.

Lazily rubbing sleep out of her eyes, Noodle turned the cold water tap, cupped her hands underneath it, and splashed her face, disintegrating the tiny shards of sleep encasing her eyes.

Looking up slowly at the mirror in front of her, Noodle slapped a still wet hand to her mouth to her mouth in shock.

That…that isn't me!

Blinking back at her in surprise was the reflection of a fairly tall, slender girl of around eighteen years old. Lowering her hand, Noodle's mouth widened in shock.

Where once, jet black bobbed hair was, choppy, purple cut hair rested, reaching just past her shoulders with a choppy fringe just covering her eyes slightly. The face, it still looked like Noodle, if you added cheekbones and plumped up the lips.

Lowering her gaze, Noodle's eyes widened as she saw her figure had, ummm, changed. This Noodle was taller than the original that she knew so well and was used to. Slender and slim with a waist that nipped in, and hips that flared out. Noodle's eyes travelled to her reflections chest and blushed.

This HAS to be a dream! She thought, reaching out and touching the mirror with a smooth, manicured hand. The reflection did the same, its hand meeting her own.

My…my wish came true! Slowly, a small smile crossed the teenagers face as she realised that her one true wish had been answered. She felt as though her life was at an all time high, and it was true what they say: If you put your mind and heart to it, you can achieve anything.

After an embarrassing moment of discovering that her beloved Powerpuff Girls pyjamas were feebly clinging to her older body, Noodle was relieved miraculously that she had the right sort of underwear already on herself. (Authors Note, I didn't wanna go into that much detail on that kinda thing!) Thank the heavens! Literally!

Now, wrapped in her long Japanese kimono style night-robe, she was perilously crossing Kong Studios many corridors, hoping to find some sort of appropriate clothing, hundreds of thoughts started to pour into Noodle's head.

What shall I say to the others? I can't tell him it's me otherwise the whole thing will be over! I could pose as someone! But who? Ohhh! I need help!

As if on cue, at that very moment, half African-American drummer Russel Hobbs rounded the corner, yawing and scratching his head. "Oh man! I'm so hungry I could eat a…WHOA!" He yelled, suddenly seeing the delicate figure who he had nearly bashed into.

Apart from the odd zombie, not many people were active at 6:30AM in Kong, so for Russel to meet someone, let alone a stranger at this moment gave reason for the rapper to jump.

Oh no! What am I gonna do now?

Glancing the young women up and down, and seeing what she was wearing, Russel coughed gruffly and said. "Uhhh… I think you're going the wrong way Miss. Murdoc's Winnebago is that-a-way. He's proberly missing you."

This caused Noodle to feel two emotions. Joy at being able to understand what he had just said. And anger at being able to understand what he had just said. "How dare you! I'm not a groupie! It' me Russel! It's Noodle!" The words left her mouth before she could stop herself. Biting her lip, she watched as the man in front of her seized up what she had just said.

"You kidding me? Noodle is eleven years old! And you're like, seventeen! Plus our Noodle doesn't understand a word of English!" Shaking her head, she responded, "No! No! That is me. Noodle, the guitarist for Gorillaz! Arrived in a fed-ex box. Have a scar on my left ankle from the 19/2000 video shoot. The girl you care for like a little sister!"

Staring the girl straight in the eyes, Russel saw with amazement bright, light green irises twinkle back at him, full of emotion. Gasping he murmured "It…it is you! But how? When? What's happened to you?"

Biting her lip, Noodle pondered carefully over what to say. Well, I could tell him straight but I can't do that! I'll tell him half the story.

"Ummm, I know this sounds stupid but I made a wish to be older and it's come true. I'm eighteen years old and can speak full English as well as Japanese. I'm the same person just a little older." Yeah, that will do fine!

Standing there, looking gormless, Russel finally sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Man! This place never stops giving huh? Pffft! 2-D and Muds will have a right time hearing this!" Eyes widening in shock, Noodle hugged her kimono robe closer round herself and whispered anxiously. "No! You can't tell the others! Please! I don't want them to know!"

Raising his eyebrow in confusion Russel responded, "Whadya mean you don't want em to know! There you band members! They have a right to know. Plus won't it look a bit weird if some random girl is walking around Kong with Noodle gone?"

Moving her eyes into a puppy dog look Noodle pleaded. "Look! You CANNOT tell them! Please! If you help me out, I know a way around all this and have figured out what we can tell em. So, Russel what dya say? Will you help me out?" She asked, pulling puppy dog eyes at him.

Looking down at her, Russel once again sighed, "Fine. I'll help."

Okay folks. That was that chapter. Things are starting to get interesting now huh? Please, please review and tell me what you think! Chapter Four up soon!