Chapter 2: Very Memories

As much as Murdoc wanted to run over and confess his love to her he didn't want to drive her away. The rest of the day he sat in his room looking out the window contemplating his next move with her. He sat there until the next day when she walked by their house again. She had some kind of large plate wrapped in tinfoil in her hands and a bag in a weird looking scooter-cart combo being pulled behind her. She was approaching the door. Jumping at the site Murdoc had pushed both Noddle and 2-D out of the way to open the door where her hand was raised in a fist to knock on the door. Her happy grin turn to shock.

"Uh hey… You're the guy from the beach hard to believe you're my neighbor too… Well this is awkward. Either way merry early Christmas. My boyfriend sent me these fucking cookies and I can't eat them. I told him 63 times and counting at this point that I am allergic to crap with coconut in them but he still sent me the shit anyway. You want them?" When the door opened up to the dude and his friends I met at the beach I wasn't as shocked as I wanted to feel. What I was shocked about was the hurt expression on the guys face when I said 'boyfriend'.

"Uhm yeah sure luv if I don't eat them someone will. Thanks." He smiled before I turned on my heel walking back to the cart full of laundry I had to wash.

"Cool awesome thanks for taking that off my hands really and please do with which you please with the plate I could care less. Now if you excuse me I got some serious laundry to take care off. See ya!" I hopped on the scooter part of the cart and rode it off down the street. I had no idea the Murdoc guy was following me though. I stopped the cart in front of the Laundromat and proceeded to take the clothes out of the bag once inside. I never bothered with sorting the clothes it was easier for me to throw them all in one big load and take them home wet to hang on the clothes line I put up on the back porch. Once I had the clothes loaded and washing my phone rang. It was boyfriend who in my opinion could put the pope to sleep with one word. I never enjoyed the thought of going out with someone who didn't have great hair, but when someone is so persistent on getting what they want it really makes you wonder. Kyle is a good guy but he would rather go to a fancy restaurant then to a night club. Now one of the few things I remembered after the accident was that I liked to dance and dance with people or against people in a furiously extreme game of DDR. But Kyle would rather skip the club all together and take me to a concert hall for some contemporary dancing. He still doesn't believe I swear sometimes, also hates my fashion choices. Every time he comes over he is always going through everything I own telling me to change this or change that. It's my fucking house so piss off. Gorillaz are my favorite band and I owned their entire discography, one of the few things I still had on my person after the accident, but that little cunt Kyle 'borrowed' them he told me he listened to all the songs and immediately hated them. So he did the unthinkable and sold them to the record shop down by his house. I threatened to break up with him right then and there he apologized and tried to make up for it by taking me to a concert. So when I saw Rammstein was in town I demanded we go. It took six weeks for his hair to grow back right. That's what he got for not ducking when I said so. It was so worth it…

"Hey Kyle what's up?" I asked loading the next washing machine with the rest of my clothes. Dolly was just sitting on another washing machine playing with her demon looking teddy bear. Good she was going to behave for now.

"I'm standing out in front of your house at the moment; I was in the area and thought we might go get something for dinner?" He laughed sheepishly at the end. I knew he was looking for an excuse to come in my house and go through my shit again and I wasn't going to deal with that nightmare.

"Today is Saturday broskii, it's the day I wash my clothes. We've been dating for two years now you should know this. I might have a bad memory but I know that you don't just pop over unexpected. This is about the cookies isn't it?" I held a straight face even though I knew he couldn't see it. This was when the sliding doors of the place opened and in walked my neighbor, Murdoc. I didn't pay him any mind at the moment.

"Charlotte it is not about the cookies. Although I am curious if you liked them. My dear old grandmother baked them special for you." Even I knew that was bullshit, I met his grandma and she had no cooking skills whatsoever. She burned a pot of boiling water. How do you manage to set water on fire?

"I tried one and had to take an antihistamine. For the 64th time I am allergic to coconuts." I rolled my eyes sitting down in a chair in the little waiting area of the Laundromat.

"I forgot my love I am truly sorry. Allow me to take you to dinner and make up for it." I could tell he was doing one of his classic dorky grins that made me want to punch him. This was a common tactic of his to get me to do what he wanted; he would send me something with coconut in it to make me mad then he would apologize and try to make it up to me with a date. I question why I still date him. He won't even get in the sack with me let alone make out on my couch.

"Look Kyle when I said I wanted a break for a little bit I meant for a few days not a few hours. I have laundry to do so can you leave me alone for the rest of the weekend?" It was so hard to ever get a point across to this boy so I just hung up on him.

"Luv troubles luv?" Murdoc asked me who had his nose is a magazine about The Gorillaz.

"If I had the money to hire a hit man I would. That's the best way to describe it." I sighed holding my head in my hand glancing over in his direction; he was eyeballing me over the top of the magazine.

"I didn't think relationships got that bad anymore unless they woz under the threat of the cameras," He laughed deeply setting the magazine down, "I tell ya luv the best way tah 'andle this would be tah dump 'is right sorry ass. If 'e con't leave ya alone for a few 'ours ask yaself wot it would be like if ya blokes lived togethah."

"I guess you're right he's been a pain in the ass more and more recently after I dragged him off to that Rammstein concert months back. I didn't think his hair would ever grow back. Ha! He was so out of his element there it was blessed torture for that boy." I laughed wanting to call him back and break up with him right now. But over the phone break ups were rude and insensitive; I'm not a rude person am I?

"Care tah tell me why it was such torture for tah bloke? I luv a good story every now an' then." He asked moving a seat closer.

"Well Kyle is a kind of cunt that if his lady can't reflect him then she needs to change. Now I had owned the entire discography of my favorite band, The Gorillaz. I had six out of seven albums as one of the few things that I still owned when they released me from the mental hospital after the accident that caused me to lose my memory. So after I got my first paycheck at my new job working at the clothes store around the corner from here I treated myself to their newest album The Fall. I treasured all the albums and had a special place on my CD shelf for them. Kyle asked if he could borrowthem," Murdoc's eyebrow shot up when I spoke borrowed through gritted teeth, "I stupidly let him borrow them. The next time I saw him I asked for them back because my iPod shat the bed and needed a factory reset on both it and the program on my computer. So I had to reload all the songs. You want to know what that fucking dirty ass rat fucking son of a cunty little fucking whore had to say when I asked for them back?" Murdoc was smiling as I called Kyle the long nasty swear.

"Wot'd the bloke 'ave the balls tah do tah yer CDs? Don't tell me the cunt threw 'em out?"

"If he did that a simple trip to the trash bins around the side of his house would have been fine. The shitbag had the nerve to sell them to the record shop by his house. He wanted to make up for it by taking us to a concert. So I demanded we go to the Rammstein concert in town. I told him I wanted to stand towards the middle when we got there an hour early. He insisted we stand as close to the front as possible. Luckily security put his hair out in time. He had to get thirteen stitches and wear a wig for six weeks. He wanted to sue Rammstein for burning his hair with the flamethrower but when it was his fault for not listening to me when I said duck…" Murdoc was in stitches his laughter sounded so familiar I really wish I knew why.

"Oh my god! The bloke's 'air cought on fire! Hahahahaha!" It was at this point the man of the fucking hour walked in. Kyle stormed over to me and Murdoc. How long was he standing there?

"Are you kidding me right now Charlotte? Are you seriously kidding me? You told this complete stranger about our relationship? You should be ashamed. Grab your clothes we are leaving this instant." I growled. I had it with Kyle and all of his bullshit; he was driving me more crazy than I am already. I got up from the chair and walked up to him. I gave him a very loving look before slapping him as hard as I could across the face. He tumbled to the floor.

"First off you sad little cunt this isn't just some fucking stranger this is the fucking bassist from my favoriteband The Gorillaz and my fucking neighbor. Second off you little shit I can talk to whoever the fucking fuck I want to. I don't fucking need your fucking consent for all of my fucking actions you shit faced dickbag! Thirdly I've put up with your fucking bullshit for far too long you cunt and I will not fucking stand to have you fucking treat me like your little bitch. I'm not your fucking property and I think you fucking need to fucking piss the fucking fuck off you little piss assed twat because we are through!" How did I know Murdoc was the bassist? What was going on? Right there in those lines thought was the woman Murdoc fell in love with six years ago. The woman who mastered the overuse of the word fuck but still made it work. The woman who would call you every name in the book and still burn you good. Kyle got up and glared angrily at Panic and did one thing no man should ever do unless it's an actual battle with guns and stuff was slap a woman. Kyle backhanded his woman and she fell to floor hitting her head off the table, there was some blood pooling around her wound when she hit the floor.

"Oi dickface wot ya think ya doin' slappin' a lady like that?" Murdoc got up standing in front of me as I could only see their shoes in my clouded vision.

"What I do with my girlfriend is none of your business. Might I suggest a dermatologist for your skin problems?"

"I don't need no derma-wots-it for nothing ya shithead! Ya just fuckin' slapped a lady for Satan's sake! Do somethin' she's bleedin' out all ovah the floo'!" The pair failed to notice my slow rise off the floor not before I gently pushed Murdoc out of the way to give Kyle a hard punch square in the jaw. There was a little crack heard when he hit the floor. He sat up to fast and puked in his lap from the vertigo he experienced.

"Rot in hell you cunt. Never and I mean never lay another fucking hand on me or I swear by all that is holy may god have mercy on your fucking soul." I spit some blood on his ugly polo shirt before I heard the washing machines ding that they were done. Good thing no one else was in here to see this.

"How dare you punch and slap me! You are a young lady! You will have some respect for the man that paid your medical bills! You would be in the gutter if it wasn't for me!" Oh hell no he did not just open this can of worms again.

"Oh no I'm sorry you little shit I guess I should respect you for saving me from the cost of my medical bills. But you know what? Try suing the shit out of me for it go ahead no judge will fucking take the case shithead. All I have to do is show them the gash on my forehead and the judge will fucking throw it out! Get the hell out of here I don't want to see your ugly piss ass face around here again!" I pointed towards the door and he stormed out. Murdoc looked at me with a happy expression then saddened as he saw the blood pouring down the side of my face. I ignored the pain and continued loading my laundry back in my scooter cart. The more I pushed myself though the weaker I felt. Murdoc just stood there and watched me while a janitor came and cleaned up all the blood. By the time I made it to the door with the full cart I was tripping over my own feet. Before I blacked out I remembered seeing Murdoc holding my head in his lap screaming for help. When I woke up I was laying in my bed back at my house with a bandage wrapped around my head and Kyle coming in the room. I felt incredibly angry with him but I couldn't remember why.

"Good morning love how did you sleep? That was a nasty fall you had yesterday when I came to get you." I looked at him so confused I knew there had to be a reason for the anger I felt towards him but it was irritating me why. I decided not to bother with pressing the matter since my head was in so much pain. I felt so dizzy trying to just look at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling.

"Well I have to run foxtrott I'm sorry to leave you in your time of need but mummy needs me home right away. Goodbye love!" He kissed my forehead and left my apartment promptly. Why was it irritating me that he called me foxtrott? Either way I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. It wasn't long though before I was woken up by a knock on my window leading to my fire escape since my bedroom was up on the second floor. Opening my eyes fully I glanced over to see Murdoc waving to me. Slowly rising from my bed shaking off the dizzy spell that hit me I walked over and opened the window stepping out onto the escape.

"'Ello luv I came by to see 'ow ya was doin' aftah that whole mess of events at tah Laundromat yesterday." I looked at him confused I never went to the Laundromat yesterday. I gave Kyle the money and had him run to wash my clothes… I think.

"What do you mean mess at the Laundromat? I tripped outside my apartment yesterday when Kyle took me to dinner. I think… What you're saying sounds so familiar though…" I groaned in anger gripping my dizzying head sitting on the stairs.

"Luv I think that bloke yer datin' is messin' wif yer 'ead I think 'e lied tah ya. I was there yesterday; ya cussed out the bastard seven ways tah next Sunday before tah bastard slapped ya to tah floor causin' that gash on ya 'ead. Ya then got up an' punched tah shit in the jaw sendin' 'im to tah floor. I should know I 'ad ya 'ead in me lap for over twenty minutes before 'elp showed up." I blushed a little at the last bit. This wasn't clearing much up for me right now though. Murdoc sat next to me putting his arm over my shoulders.

"You're actually making my head hurt a lot worse right now. Although I do appreciate you coming to tell me all this. I think I'll have a word with Kyle next time I talk to him." I turned and smiled gently to him before getting up and making movements to get back into my apartment.

"Oi wait luv I woz curious if ya'd want to come over an' 'ave a drink wif me an' me mates?" I sighed and figured what the harm would do. It was just a drink right? I turned around and looked at him as he was climbing across the gap between the two fire escapes. He motioned for me to climb over with him.

"I'll have a drink yes but I need to change, give me like ten minutes and I'll come around the front like a normal human." He smiled at her glad she took him up on his offer. Although he hated her using that word 'normal' he was just happy to spend some time with her now knowing she's still alive. Ten minutes past and like clockwork I was knocking on the door to home next to me. When the door opened bullet holes was standing there smiling at me. How can he see out of those things he calls eyes?

"Oi Muds! She's 'ere!" He stepped aside motioning me to come in before closing the door behind us. The house was in a complete state of disaster I mean sure my house was a mess but there was some kind of order. Ignoring the mess I followed bullet holes into a living room looking area where the two other people from earlier, the bigger black guy and the little Japanese girl. Soon out from around a corner Murdoc came now just wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and no shirt. This whole scene felt familiar.

"Panic! Good to see ya came, I'm sure ya don't remember the rest of me mates but 'ere's Russel, Noodle, and that's faceache I mean 2-D." 2-D waved awkwardly, Russel took my hand and fist pounded it, and Noodle said something in Japanese that I was assuming I was supposed to respond to.

"Uh… riiiiight…. Sorry I can't remember anything right now and it's even worse with the fucking gash on my head." I groaned in pain rubbing my temples before Russel moved over a little to make space on the couch in between him and Noodle. Sitting between them felt so familiar.

"Ya goin' to be ok? Ya look real pale." Russel looked down at me with concern.

"I'll be fine once I get my boyfriend's head listed for sale on craigslist." I groaned again falling back into the couch feeling ready to puke. I guess I should have stayed at home for a while. Murdoc left and came back with two beers handing me one. Pulling it up to my mouth I used my teeth to pry the bottle cap off. That felt familiar too.

"That bastard still causin' ya trouble luv?" Murdoc asked sitting in the armchair in the corner by the front window.

"I can't remember why but he called me foxtrott and it fucking pissed me off," Glancing over at him he was gritting his teeth, "Then rather than staying to fucking help me while I'm assuming I was supposed to be on bed rest he runs off telling me his fucking mother needed him. Nice to know I'm so fucking important to him." I chugged the beer down rather quickly and burped real loud. 2-D laughed along with Russel and Murdoc.

"Well ya need tah dump the bastard 'arder than ya did yesterday. Unless ya'd rather I 'andled 'im? Con't promise e'd still be in one piece though." A pain shot through my head and I wanted to scream. The memories of yesterday came flooding back with the breakup and everything else. That little cunt must have done something.

"Unless you have a fucking bazooka, a knife, and a body bag. I am going to rip his balls off with my bare fucking hands!" I got up right away soon regretting the decision as I felt real dizzy blacking out.