Chappie 7

"I need to peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I squealed. 2D, Murdoc and me were playing video games non-stop for six hours in a row. None of us had moved and I had been drinking a wee bit too much coke so I needed to pee. But I couldn't because I didn't want to lose my high score. Also, knowing those two, they'd probably cheat anyway.

"C'mon. Can't we pause it?" I was rocking back and forth.

"There ain't no pause button." Murdoc replied, hammering the buttons on the controller. I was surprised it hadn't broken.

I heard the sound of water. It was on the T.V. This was making everything worse. But then… Silence. 2D had paused the game.

"Go on 'ven. 'urry up."

"Oi! Turn it back on!" Murdoc growled.

"No."

"Turn it back on!"

"No."

"TURN IT BACK ON!"

"No." Murdoc grabbed for 2D's controller but missed. As the two fought, I made my way to the bathroom.

When I came back, 2D's hand was pushing Murdoc's face away as Murdoc struggled for the controller. 2D then kicked him off. I sat in between them to stop their fighting.

"Thanks, 2D" I said, taking the controller from his hand.

"Nah prob."

I looked at Murdoc "What're you looking at?" he snapped. I shrugged and tuned back into the T.V.

I felt hyper. This was a good thing when it came to game playing since it helps me kick ass. However, when it came to keeping calm and quiet, it is almost impossible. Another thing about being hyper is that I never got too angry because, if I did, I'd become Miss. Misery.

"…"

"I win!" I cheered as I beat 2D for the seventh time "I win! I win! I win! I win! I win! I win! I win! I win! I win! I win! I win!-"

"SHUT UP!" shouted Murdoc. I couldn't help it, I turned and slapped him. The reason was… If I'm cheering for myself and someone shouts at me, I have the instinct to hit them. Also, because he was being such a grumpy git.

Everything seemed to freeze. His glaring eyes burned into mine. It sort of hurt!

"Oh crap… I'm real sorry!" I tried to apologize.

Murdoc didn't reply. He just turned back to the T.V. and continued playing.

"Maybe we should try to carry on as usual…" 2D whispered in my ear. I swallowed and started to begin playing again. This time, I knew I had gone too far.

"It wasn't my fault!" I protested, pacing around 2D's room.

"I weren't sayin' it were yer fault." Said 2D, lying on his bed watching me pacing left and right "Ya know yer'll make a hole in da floor."

"I don't give a shit." It was still light outside but the orange of the setting Sun had begun to tint the colour of the blue sky.

"Per'aps ya should go 'nd apologize to Murdoc?"

"Hehe great idea! Why didn't I think of that? Oh, you know why? Because Murdoc ain't the type to forgive easily! He'd probably bash my head in if I said anything near the word sorry!" Yep. The hyperness had worn off.

"Murdoc 'as bin slapped many times, yeah? But no one 'as ev'a apologized! So maybe it ain't sucha bad idea."

I thought about his suggestion. Perhaps he was right.

"Yeah, all right, I will. Maybe he'll see the glass have full and not kill me. Possibility rating?"

2D thought for a moment "Two outta ten."

"Whoa! That ain't bad."

I gulped as I tapped Murdoc's door. I glanced at 2D's room door. Will I see him again? Just like a horror movie, the handle turned slooooooooowly.

I had a habit of looking down at the floor when I was in trouble. It was just a thing. I never look at the person's face.

"I'm sorry for slapping you…" I murmured. I peered up. A crimson slap mark had brandished itself on his left cheek. I always knew my right hand was the best slapping hand.

He just looked at me, expression of… Well… His usual expression not changing. I hated it when people are quiet in response. It's like I have to confess everything and say it was all my fault which it's not.

"It's just an instinct of mine to slap people who shout at me when I'm in a state of hyperactivity."

He was silent for a while longer, and then his face softened up "I guess it's alright. I did provoke you. It's my fault really."

I blushed. He is saying sorry to me, the girl who left a blood red hand mark across his left cheek! Murdoc is saying sorry! HELLO? MURDOC PEOPLE! That only happens like once every… Hundred years!

He did that weird semi-smirk semi-oh so cute smile "Why are you blushin'?

My blush quickly faded "Uh… No reason." I started to panic and when I panic, I begin to speak really fast… "Hehe, well, I'm happy we've sorted out all our differentiations and problems, yada yada yada and I hope you get some good rest," I slowly backed away "Since you've had a sort of big ordeal and, I mean, getting slapped around the face by me with my right hand I can only begin to imagine how much pain you're in. So, If you believe I need to go bury my head in a zombie grave and get it bitten off then I understand that you would be mad at me because getting slapped… Exedra exedra exedra…" I prepared myself to lunge into 2D's room "O.K. Love you, bye!"

I forgot about my habit of saying I love you when I say goodbye. I hope he doesn't think what I thinking he might think he's thinking… I slid down the door as I slammed it. I hadn't taken a breath!

"'e kill ya?" 2D glanced at me and smiled. He was reading a comic. It was called 'The Invisible Man'. I didn't ask.

"No. But I think he's still angry at me…"

"Ev'n Murdoc can't 'old grudges against someone like ya-I mean…" he started to sweat a little "Uh… Murdoc may seem like anger management material, but 'e isn't da guy to 'old grudges."

"Okaaay…" I decided to even out the uncomfortable atmosphere by quickly snatching his comic and reading the blurb.

"Oi! Gimme it back!" he reached for it but he fell off the bed. He chased me around his room. He kept tripping over stuff while I was more careful. I stopped and he came running towards me then I slid to one side, and dropped the comic as he crashed into the wall. I giggled at him as he laid sprawled on the floor with the comic over his head.

He got up slowly. The magazine was still on his head, covering his right eye.

"'vat 'urt…"

"I just wanted to read it." I replied walking over to the bathroom.

"Ya coulda asked."

"I ain't the asking type." I fiddled with my ear in the mirror. I had a gold coloured safety pin in my right ear and a small stud above it. My left ear only had one stud.

"Thanks for letting me use your safety pin." I called.

"Ya welcome."

"I didn't mean to lose mine."

"Nah worries, I gots tons of gold ones."

He was such a sweetheart. If you ask him to do something for you, he'd do it! That's one reason I love him, you can keep him under your thumb! I walked back out. I didn't see 2D creep up behind me.

I felt his hand on my shoulder. It was a warm fuzzily feeling (Yes, fuzzily IS a word…). I turned around. He was up close but looked stupid. When he had rammed into the wall, he had also fallen into a box of wet paints. He had red, blue, green and pink smeared all over his face (PINK! 2D CUTE IN PINK!). I rolled my eyes and wiped the paint off with a towel I had taken from the bathroom.

"You look like a bloody rainbow." I said as I smeared off the colours.

"I like rainbows. But my fav. Colour is black 'nd white."

"Figures."

"Whatcha mean?"

I stepped back to find more colour smudges. I saw a smear of green so I spat on the towel and scrubbed at his cheek.

"'ey! Dun' do 'vat! My mum used to do 'vat."

"Every mum does that… There we go, all squeakily clean!" I threw the towel onto the towel rack.

"So, whatcha mean, figures?"

"It is said that a person's favorite colour, or colours, reflect their personality and needs. Same as what your hated colours are. It's said that some of these relate back to childhood or back when your life was most altered."

He looked at me with a blank expression "Huh?" I was speaking too quickly again. I repeated everything slower for him.

"So what does black 'nd white mean 'ven?"

"Oh, geez… We best sit down." I sat down as did he "O.K. It can mean many things. Black usually represents your level of solitude preference and how alone you are and how alone you enjoy being. White symbolizes your love for the world around you and you see the glass half full quite a lot. People say that having black and white as your favorite colours is the strangest combination when in reality there is no strange combination. It's real complicated."

"Well… I dun' really like da colour pale yellow or any kinda brown."

"Pale yellow is your connection and understanding of society while brown is the amount of respect you yearn to have."

"Oh…"

"So, to add everything up, your likes and dislikes of colours fits you really well."

"But… 'ey! I understand society!"

"You may think you do but try rethinking yourself as a person while you sleep."

"Awright, I will. But not tonight… I dun' wanna tonight."

"That O.K. You've got tomorrow night anyways."

I yawned. I was tired. Psychological conversation really takes it out of you! I made 2D let me sleep on the floor again. He protested but I did puppy dog eyes. They always win… In certain occasions.

I stretched as my head hit the pillow. I felt my back crack, I hated it when it did that but I liked cracking my knuckles. I stared at the ceiling for while before nodding off. I hope 2D is happy about his colour thingy. I was telling the truth. Perhaps he will sleep well tonight?

I'm not sure but the next chapter will be at night… COMPLETELY. Oh please review (puppy eyes…) I command you to review!... pwease? Pwease pwease?