(Mufufufufuuuuu the third chapter. enjoy.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the band. Blahhhhhhhhhh blah blah. Okay. Story now.
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Murdoc continued to stare until Noodle shoved him, and he snapped to his senses once again. He put a scowl on his face and just watched the boy, who had so shocked him and still was.
The boy standing before him had short, spiked black hair with neon green streaks, and four earrings, two in his ears, one in his eyebrow, and one announcing its presence in the tiny fold in his shirt on his chest. At this Murdoc's eye twitched, but he finished the once-over. He wore baggy pants that the bassist could have swore that if a butterfly landed on one of the seven chains that adorned them, the whole shabang would fall down and reveal whether he preferred boxers or breifs. Along with the scary pants, his shirt was torn in several places, one hole being right where his stomach was, revealing a hint of a six-pack, which normally Murdoc would have respected, but all respect vanished when a tattoo of a naked chick was peeking from the tear.
Murdoc forced his gaze back up to the guy's face, his facial muscles tightened and his fists clenched. No way. He couldn't, wouldn't, allow this. No way would he let this guy touch his Noods. Wait, his? Crap. Anyway, the bassist looked over his shoulder at Noodle who made her way to stand next to this...this CREEP. He felt as though his knuckles would break if he clenched them even more, but Noodle stopped him.
"Muds, this is Aaron. Aaron, Murdoc." She looked tense, and ready for a fight any minute, and she obviously felt the need to hurry this intro along. "Anyway, now that you've met, let's go." She pulled on Aaron's arm, eager to leave, as she could see the fire building in Murdoc's eyes.
"A...Aaron." Murdoc stuttered, amazed that his mouth still worked, and the boy looked behind his shoulder, finishing his current occupation of twining his fingers around Noodle's.
"Wot?"
"Uhhh...yeah. Whatever." Forcing himself to turn around, Murdoc walked off, slamming the 'bago's door. He would just...just go about his day...pretending he didn't care.
Yeah right.
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Noodle watched Murdoc slam the door, and she couldn't help but wince as she almost tripped to keep up with Aaron's pace which told very visibly that he wanted to get out of here...and fast. So instead she turned around and leaned against Aaron, her eyebrows furrowed, then smoothed as she shook away her confusion and fears and left them behind in the dust.
Getting in Aaron's car, her attitude changed from worried to energetic and happy. "Where are we going?"
Aaron gave her a sideways look as he paused from driving to gaze at her, a smile in his eyes. "My parents made dinner and left it for me and you, and then maybe we can go shopping or something?" The little boy look in his deep blue eyes made Noodle smile back at him.
"Okay!" Frankly, she didn't really care where she went, as long as she got out. It was odd, actually, being a part of the Gorillaz and still being date-less every Friday night. How could a seventeen year old such as her, be pretty and have had her name screamed above the pounding beats of a live concert NOT have a boyfriend twenty-four seven? Not that she was really focused on that all the time; it just made her wonder. But no matter, she had one now, and she would make damn well best of it. And just to kick it off, she reached over to Aaron's right hand that rested on his knee, and took a hold of it, loving the feeling of the tingles that prickled up to her shoulder that this motion sent. He looked over at her again, a soft smile on his lips as he squeezed her hand.
Heck yes, this was going to be an interesting first date, whether she knew it or not.
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Back at Kong, Murdoc was slouched deep in his beat up couch, sitting uncomfortably on one of the broken springs. A beer bottle was in between two fingers, and a hazy look was behind his eyes. It was four hours after Noodle had left, and two hours after fighting with the manageer of the club they were going to play at. They finally cancelled their gig, and now there was nothing to do except wait for the Japanese teenager to come back But she hadn't, and it was eight at night, and Murdoc couldn't help but wonder where she was. He'd given up entirely on attempting to not think if whether he had feelings for her, he just left the feelings to his drink, who in turn let it grow.
A knock peaked his attention (or what was left of it) and he stared lazily at the door. After six more knocks it swung open, and 2D peeked in.
"Muds?"
"Wot the fuck to you wan'?"
2D cringed. "You've been in 'ere foreve', Muds, was wonderin' when you'd come out?"
"I've been in 'ere longer before, wot do you care?"
2D looked down and scuffed the ground with his toe. "We got a call from Noods."
Murdoc wasn't thinking straight. If he had been, he wouldn't have shot up straight and stared intently at the singer and yelled "IS SHE OKAY?"
2D's eyes widened. "Um, I didn' think you would care, but she says she won' be back till 'morrow."
Murdoc's senses came back, and a red hue took over his face. He coughed. "Righ', righ'. Where's she staying, a hotel?" Before he realized the horror in the sentence he just used, and what that could mean for her creepy date, 2D responded.
"No, she's staying wit' her guy friend, I fink."
Ignoring all senses, he shot to his feet and raced past 2D. "Where's he live, dullard?" He called over his shoulder.
"I fink she mentioned somewhere close, I don' remembe--" 2D's memory was suddenly located when Murdoc had a fistful of his hair and a knee two inches from his crotch, and soon the Geep shot out of the garage.