Chappie 9
My right eye opened lazily. It was still dark; however, I saw two scary, red, glowing eyes staring back at me! Instead of screaming, I squeaked. I did that when I was scared sometimes. The eyes hadn't blinked. They weren't angry looking… Just sort of dumb looking and were close together implying that the owner of them had a small head.
My eyes adjusted to the dark quickly and I saw the eyes belonged to a rat. I loved rats. Like I loved all animals. I breathed out; I had been holding my breath for some time. I rolled away from the rat and hit my head on the bed. I forgot it was there. I let out a small moan and rubbed the lump now on my head. I glanced up to see if I had stirred 2D. He wasn't there.
I stood up and carefully made my way past the rat so not to squish it. The bathroom light wasn't on so he wasn't in there. Perhaps he went to visit Greg.
I stepped out of the door, letting the rat scuttle out too. Even though I closed the door as quietly as I could, it still echoed around the car park. I didn't bother to look over at Murdoc's Winnebago, I just ran up the stairs, barefooted. It was easier to be quiet with no shoes on. They say that ballet dancers are almost inaudible when walking about, I had never done ballet, and yet I was as quiet as a mouse with its vocal chords surgically removed. And by that I mean I was quiet.
The moonlight slid through gaps in the blinds of the windows, in the corridors, and washed over me, creating a patchwork of black and white. I believed my senses and stuff were enhanced during the night, apart from if I just wake up of course.
I froze as a quiet but detectable sound came from above me. It was only the sound that a building makes when it's settling. I relaxed a little and continued sneaking through the studio. I soon came across the corridor that lead to Greg's room. I came to the door, the bluish glow of his tank seeping through the cracks of the door. Why had no one else found 2D's fishie?
I pulled the awkward handle towards me, then to the left, and then abruptly to the right. It was a weird way of opening the door. It made a soft creaking sound as it opened. I poked my head in. Nope. No 2D, just lil' Greg bobbing up and down in his tank, sleeping like… A fish? I sighed in frustration as I hopelessly gazed from corner to corner, looking for a sign that 2D could've been here recently. Nope. I bit my bottom lip hard to refrain from groaning aloud.
Slowly, I closed the door and continued sneaking down the corridor. I didn't know what else was down there. But, hopefully, I'll find 2D.
Suddenly, something caught my attention. It was a voice, someone singing quietly, solemnly. It was just above a whisper. Instantly, I recognized the voice, it was 2D's. I saw a door and leaned onto it, listening to him singing.
Falling out of airplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people goin' home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head,
Now everybody's dancing the dance of the dead
The dance of the dead
The dance of the dead…
He then started to hum. I recognized the song, Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head. I liked it quite a bit. It was strange, when he sang; he sometimes changed his accent so it sounded more like proper English.
I peered through a little crack I had opened in the door. 2D was in front of a fridge. The light from it illuminated the small room. There was nothing else at all inside it. It must have been where 2D kept extra food for himself and that would be the reason he was never hungry at breakfast. Although, I never was either.
Oh little town in U.S.A the time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me
Did ya call me now…
I felt like tapping my hand against the doorframe since he hummed it so well. I decided it was best to leave him alone. I pulled the door closed. I didn't even hear it close. I wandered what time it was. Then, suddenly I realized, it was my birthday tomorrow! Or it was today, it depended if it was past midnight.
I made my way back to 2D's room and once there I began my search for my birthday list I had prepared. I know, I was pathetic but I wanted to get good stuff for my birthday, although living with the Gorillaz is pretty bloody cool!
I gasped as the light flickered and went out. How was I meant to find it now? I growled. I was getting irritable since I was a little tired. Like Murdoc gets. I bent down, feeling my way to the bed on the floor when my head hits something.
"Oi! What ya still doin' up?" I heard 2D's voice. He must of come in after the light went out. I couldn't see him but I stood up and nearly fell back.
"I… Needed the bathroom then the lights went out. I didn't mean to bump into you." I paused "Not that it's any of my business, but… Um… Where d'you go?"
"I gots hungry." I saw him shrug.
"Well… O.K. 'scuse me." I heard him move. My foot hit the mattress on the floor so I laid down.
"Ow!" cried 2D. I hadn't seen him lie down and my elbow had rammed into his stomach.
"What the hell are you doing there anyway?" I demanded.
"I f'ought ya were gonna sleep on da bed."
I sighed "No, I wasn't. I still don't want to so you sleep up there." There was a short pause.
"Nah, I wanna sleep on da floor, besides, it's yer birf'day cuz' it's past midnight."
"Yay." I said sarcastically "Look I'm tired and not in the mood for celebrating so please, just sleep on the bed."
"No."
"Oh, please!" I wailed.
"No."
I raised my eyebrow at his blunt replies "Why?"
"Cuz' ya not da one to be sleepin' on da floor."
I smiled "Aw! You're so sweet." My expression turned serious "Now get on that bed before I make you!"
I heard him sigh. He was moving too slow so I pushed him onto the bed. However, I had pushed too hard and he fell over the other side.
"Aa-" his short cry was cut off as he thudded onto the floor on the other side. I thought he landed face first.
"Are you O.K.?"
"Fine 'nd dandy…" he groaned as he heaved himself back up. Surprisingly, I didn't feel guilty. Maybe because of me being tired.
I laid back and pulled the covers over me tight it was cold. I let out a loud moan as I saw 2D had left the damn door open!
"2D! Close the bloody door! It's letting all the cold air in!" He grunted as he slumped over to the door.
"I so need a ciggie right now…" he murmured as he shut it loudly and literally fell back on top of the bed. I had noticed that he hadn't been having any cigarettes around me. Or since I had come.
"Have one then." I said.
"Nah, I saw da way ya looked at me when we were in da car 'nd I had a ciggie. Ya dun' like it. So I decided per'aps I should stop fer ya."
I sat up and looked through the darkness in his direction "No. It must be so difficult for you! Also, how have you kept such a good attitude?"
"Nicotine patches." He reached to a lamp. I didn't think it would work but it did. He lifted up his shirt (O.o;) which made me feel… Uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. And pointed to loads of nicotine patches plastered all over the side of his chest "See?"
"Yeah, I see." He pulled his shirt down much to my disappointment. I winked at him "Nice six-pack."
"Huh?" He looked back at his chest "I dun' 'ave no six-pack."
"Well, ghost of one. Work out a bit more and I guarantee you'll get one."
He smiled at me and leaned over. He gave me a long kiss on the lips and pulled away slightly "'appy birf'day."
Note: My real birthday is on April 21st and no need for presents, you know why? Because… (caps lock on) I'M GONNA SEE ROBBIE WILLIAMS LIVE IN CONCERT AT DUBAI WITH ONE OF MY MATES! WOOHOO. AND WE'RE AT THE FRONT! His concert on my birthday… No slumber party then! I'm canceling it! I wuv Wobbie!