-1Disclaimer: not mine, don't know, don't know
A.N: I decided to speed things up a bit, this chapter takes place 3 years later-ish, now worries though, I'll tell you what's going on.
P.S…part 2!
Noodle pulled into the car park of Kong Studios and parked the sedan next to Murdoc's Winnie. Yeah, it was the same sedan 2D had taught her how to drive three years ago. She smiled at the memories she had of it. Her first time actually on real road, intersections, and of course, her first crash. Thank God their last album had sold well, or Murdoc would have been pissed and wouldn't have helped her repair the car, or give her the money for it. She sighed happily. Freedom was good…being able to leave Kong whenever she wanted to. It was what she wanted back when she was fifteen. No one really recognized her anymore, since they hadn't put out an album lately. The past three years had been good, quiet, peaceful…well, as peaceful as the Gorillaz would get. She walked over to Murdoc's Winnebago and knocked on the door.
"Wot?" shouted Murdoc from the back of the vehicle.
Noodle ignored the grouchy 'greeting' and opened the door.
"Wot the 'ell?"
Noodle looked up. Ew. She adverted her eyes. Now she knew why Murdoc had gotten in so late last night. In bed with him was some random…chick.
"Muds, really," said Noodle, "you could be a bit more decent."
The women sat up, covering herself with the only sheet left on Murdoc's bed.
"Who's that?" she asked bitterly.
"It's jus' Noodle," said Murdoc grabbing a blanket from the floor to cover himself in. He got up and walked over to Noodle, pushing her out of the Winnebago, and shut the door behind him.
"Wot the bloody 'ell?" he shouted at her, "you know that I usually have someone in 'ere!"
"I wanted to have a nice breakfast…" said Noodle shuffling her feet while she looked at them, "it's all I really wanted for my birthday…"
"Ah, shit," said Murdoc rubbing his forehead, "you're eighteen now, aren't ya?"
Noodle nodded.
"This means back to album work," muttered Murdoc as he stormed back into the Winnebago.
Noodle sighed. She hated birthdays. Something bad usually always happen, and she could only remember seven of them (her eleventh through this one). And it seemed to be the same this year. She walked over to the door that led to 2D's room and came in. Once again, he was asleep too.
"2D!" Noodle screamed, "get up!"
2D moaned from under his covers, "Noodle…" he muttered, "it's so early…"
Noodle sighed, "realize what today is?"
2D pulled the covers from his head
"Erm….well…..'Alloween?"
"It's my eighteenth birthday!" cried Noodle, "and no one remembers! For crying out loud…it is on Halloween! I understand that people remember that but…" She looked around the room, "does anyone remember me?"
2D sat up in his bed, "'course we remember you, lil luv. You got me a bit off guard though. It's early an' all…."
Noodle looked down at the floor, it had gotten so messy. "Sorry, 2D-kuin."
2D gave one of his toothless smiles and Noodle melted. Over the past three years, they had grown so close…staying up late and just talking, play video games, Noodle trying to teach 2D Japanese…which didn't work out. She remembered back when she wanted him so badly. She had learned to control her passions, dreams, and emotions. It didn't mean they were still there though.
"I was hoping to have a nice breakfast with everyone," explained Noodle, "but that's shot. Murdoc has some whore in the Winnie…I think he'll kill me after she leaves for um…waking them up. I'm not sure. And Russel… I bet he's already out somewhere," she stopped and looked at 2D, still smiling, "…maybe next year then…" she turned to leave.
"Noodle?"
She turned back around, "Yes?"
"I'll make breakfast for you."
"No, no no," protested Noodle, "it's ok…really.. I mean…I'm not hungry anyway…"
"Rubbish!" cried 2D jumping out of bed…in only his socks and boxers, Noodle blushed.. "My little Axe Princess wants a good breakfast on 'er birthday, an' she'll get one!" He stumbled around the room…looking around.
"What are you looking for?" asked Noodle looking slightly away.
2D bit his lip, "pants."
Noodle chuckled, realizing that 2D didn't realize how self conscious he was making her. She decided to lighten up just a little, "have a problem keeping track of those, do you?"
"Erm…" said 2D walking behind his bed, "yes."
Finally, he found a pair of pants. In the mean time, Noodle had been able to walk over to his bed, sit down, stretch out, and hum a part of DARE. 2D sat down next to her.
"Wot do you think?" he asked pointing to the same jeans he had worn yesterday.
"Very nice," said Noodle with a slight laugh. "You know what?"
"Wot, Noods?"
"I think maybe we should just hang out here for now," said Noodle. "It brings back a lot of happy memories."
2D smiled, "like the time I beat you a' e'ery video game I own."
Noodle playfully smacked him on the side, "yes, like that."
"An' the time you fell 'sleep on the floor after you watched o'er me while I was really sick."
"Not exactly happy," said Noodle.
"Was for me," said 2D inspecting his nails.
"But you were sick!" protested Noodle.
"But I 'ad my lil' luv wit' me all night," explained 2D.
"You're floor was…erm..comfy anyway," giggled Noodle, while she blushed, yet again.
"I fink," said 2D putting his arm around Noodle's shoulders and pulling her closer, "t'at it's you're eighteenth birthday, and 'Alloween, les' not forget. We should go to a party tonight, in celebration!"
Excitement seemed to drop the bottom of her stomach and back into her throat in a split second. 2D never invited anyone along with him to his little 'parties.' "You mean it?"
2D nodded and he kissed her on the cheek, "you're old 'nough now. Plus, I 'ave something to gives ya while we're there."
